Chapter 759: Illness is like a thread

"OK, this is over!"

The grandest scene of the MV is also the last shot of Song Ya in the shooting plan, the heroine played by Kelly Roland was taken by Song Ya to a certain party event to make a public official appearance, in front of an interview wall with messy brand logos such as A+ clothing, A+CN, and Netscape in the studio, she was hugged by Song Ya wearing expensive evening clothes and jewelry, and kept scratching her head and posing under the flash bombardment of 'reporters'.

She is very involved in the play, Song Ya cooperated in place, the director didn't call the card at all, so that the two of them played themselves for a while and got rid of this article satisfactorily, "HARD WORK APLUS, THIS MATERIAL CAN BE CUT OUT SOON WHEN I GO BACK." ”

"I'm out of business, am I?" Song Ya asked him.

"Yes, your shots are all focused on the first two days, and the rest is all Miss Roland's scenes." The producer of Sony Columbia Records replied.

"Hmm." Song Ya closed her eyes and compared it with the original MV, the heroine does have a lot of one-man shows, "Okay, then I'll go." ”

"Ahh And so on and so forth! ”

Beyoncé and Emily, who were watching from the periphery, screamed and ran over, "Can we take some of these pictures with you too?" Beyoncé asked.

"Absolutely." Song Ya nodded.

A few girls frolicked around him, taking turns holding his arm, and in front of the advertising wall, they also began to learn the celebrity pose in style, "You can make them ......" Beyoncé pointed to the group performers in front of her.

"Oh, everybody for a favor, thanks!" Song Ya greeted the 'reporter' group performers.

"But this camera is a prop,......" a group performer muttered in a low voice, the camera in their hands was a performance prop, not loaded with film, just use the flash function as required by the photographer.

"Do whatever you want......" Another ensemble next to him poked him, raised his camera, squinted and seized the opportunity to express himself, "Look here, ladies, this way, right...... Yes, yes, very good, very good. ”

After accompanying the girls to live their celebrity addiction, Song Ya left the studio, got into an inconspicuous film car in the parking lot, and the usual convoy of old Mike, who was in charge of driving, drove out to lead away the paparazzi, and then waited until it was safe to lift it before slowly driving away and driving in the direction of Queens.

The New York media and paparazzi are extremely developed, and Fergie is very sensitive when meeting with Amy, and he has to be extra careful.

The car drove into the old NAS house in Queens, he bought a mansion after making a fortune, and this side was vacant, but it was never sold, and he easily borrowed it after making a phone call.

A nice two-story detached house with garage, the wood of the house is a bit old, and the stairs crunch when you step on it.

"Really? Are you also a year-end haircut? Me too, but there won't be much publicity in the North Rice market, I'm going back to South America, yes, it's a Spanish album......"

Walking to the second floor, a familiar accent came from a room, slightly Latin, and when you were happy, you would speak as fast as a machine gun, it was Shakira.

It must have been Fergie who did it, it's really empathetic, forest, forest...... What a beautiful forest.

Thinking of the past with them in Chicago, Song Ya's heart couldn't help but burn, and she strode over and pushed open the door.

In New York in August, three little girls, all dressed in cool clothes, were sitting on the sofa chatting lively, startled by his sudden appearance, and then their reactions were completely different, Phigi turned her face proudly, Amy stared at herself with big eyes with affection, and Shakira ...... Seems a little angry?

"Why is this guy coming!? So there is no party at the NAS house today? She scolded Fergie.

"Don't ask me, it was his idea." It's obviously self-made, but Fergie shakes the pot.

"Don't me!"

Shakira picked up the bag and walked away, and Song Ya, who was at the door, subconsciously smiled and moved sideways to stop it.

She seems to have gained a lot of weight in New York, and her hair has not been dyed anymore, it is the original black, and she has evolved from an outdated fluffy bubble noodle hair to a straight hair with a middle part, and the long hair on both sides is just right to modify her slightly rounded cheeks, but it is still beautiful.

"Get out of the way! #$%^! She hit her head on Song Ya's chest, as if she was really angry, scolded what seemed to be a native swearing, and then walked to the other side.

This time, Song Ya didn't stop her shamelessly, nor did she speak, and let her go out and go downstairs.

Looking at the back of the girl's resolute departure, this trip was originally intended to alleviate the symptoms of suspected depression recently, but I didn't expect it to be worse.

"Sorry."

Fergie walked to the window, and Amy sat hunched on the couch eating and laughing.

Or Amy is good, "How is she doing?" Song Ya asked and grinned as she sat down next to Amy, this house should be the former studio of NAS's father Jones Sr., which was full of jazz instruments, as well as old-fashioned record players and vinyl records, and was very tastefully furnished.

"It's almost time to get out, we went to her studio to play, a very nice Spanish album." Amy replied, "What do you call Pies Descalzos?" Is that how it is pronounced? She asked Ferge.

"Well, barefoot meaning."

Fergie opened the corner of the curtain and watched Shakira's notebook cheap car drive into the driveway and disappear, "She hasn't picked up a job for a long time, has she?" You see, it's a broken car, and it's a lot of money to live in New York. However, it should be much better when the album is released, and her agent, Mr. Estéphine, is very optimistic about the performance of the album in Latin America. ”

"It's been a long time since she's done it." Her A+ record still has 20% of her singer contract, Song Ya still remembers what she said to herself at that time, '20%, you will own 20% of mine', alas!

"What's the daze, regret eight?" With a wicked smile on her face, Fergi suddenly pulled the curtain open, "If we were photographed like this now, how much do you think the paparazzi photos would sell?" I've heard that it's at least 100,000 dollars. ”

"Hey! You are crazy!? Song Ya was taken aback by her actions, "Pull it on!" Pull it on! ”

"Hmph." She closed the curtains, then ripped them back open.

"Stop playing, and mess around with me...... I'll compress your new special announcement! Song Ya can only threaten.

Fergie didn't dare to joke, drew the curtains, and pouted, "Ruthless fellow, what is your purpose in seeing the two of us?" ”

"Uh, I have something to say to Amy." I'm not lying, I do have something.

"Not for me?" Phigie walked over and kicked him in the shin.

"Whew! You're still making trouble! Song Ya was in pain, and easily pulled her into her arms, her legs firmly clamped her legs, and her arms and waist were locked with one hand, "Don't move." ”

"You let go of me! Perverts, scumbags! Fergie struggled a few times, then panted and collapsed on top of him, and straightened her proud chest, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips slightly.

Amy was still watching the two of them silly.

"Let me finish talking to Amy first." Song Ya didn't care about her for the time being, and looked at Amy seriously.

"What's the matter?" Amy asked.

"Uh, how do you say that...... Do you remember when I wrote a song called Whatever You Like? It's about the two of us when I first met you. The MV is already being filmed, and it's ...... handled inside"

Many of the MVs of Whatever You Like fit with some scenes when the two got along, such as tipping Amy who was working in an owl chain store at the time, quietly leaving a note with a phone number under the money, taking Amy to a luxury store to sweep goods, sending necklaces, etc., even if the intensity of the MV sarcasm is not as high as the original, but the performance of Kelly Roland's heroine is still relatively sufficient, Song Ya is afraid that Amy will be angry when she sees it after the MV is launched, so she must make it clear to her face in person.

"The script was given by Sony Columbia Records, and I believe me, I didn't mean to satirize you, and I promise that the audience won't think of you at all when they see the music video." He took a lot of time to explain, and finally threw the pot out.

"Oh." Amy is still the same Amy as before, obediently agreed, and stopped talking.

"You're not going to be angry, are you?" Song Ya stared at her face, well, she really hasn't changed at all, she still looks younger than her actual age, and she is still very beautiful.

"I'm not angry......"

Amy lowered her head, "You're good enough for me APLUS, this year, I've pounced on a commercial film, and the reputation of art films has also been messed up, and it may not even be released in theaters." But I still don't have a shortage of film appointments, and the longer I stay in Hollywood, the more I understand how precious it is for you to give me the hundreds of millions of box office dances that show me the heroine of my life. ”

What a girl! Song Ya sniffed movingly, easily understood, and the main purpose of the trip was achieved, "Actually, you can't say that, that movie is a big hit and you also have your credit Amy." ”

"But the result would be the same with other girls, and maybe even better, right?" Amy said a little lonely: "For example, the heroine Sylveston who dominates the scene...... For example, other people who competed with me for the heroine at the time. ”

"Is Sylveston putting competitive pressure on you right now?" She was telling the truth, but Song Ya wouldn't be stupid enough to agree, so she changed the subject and asked.

"Nonsense, doesn't Hollywood pay attention to card slots? Now it is difficult to get Amy, the heroine of a slightly larger youth campus film. Fergie reopened her eyes and complained to the side: "APLUS, don't say you don't understand." ”

"Of course I do, but ......"

Song Ya was silent, what could he do? The reinvestment project will definitely make trouble for Amy to play the heroine Mariah Carey, and A+ Pictures has no good projects to come up with.

"It's okay, Fergie and I had a great time in Europe and feel better now." Amy, in turn, comforts him.

"So we're going to keep talking like this?" Before Song Ya could speak, Fei Ji began to struggle again.

"Of course not." The mood had reached a critical point, and Song Ya simply hugged Amy with her other hand, and lowered her head domineeringly to imprint her lips.

Amy's reaction was unexpectedly intense, and she immediately rubbed her body closer, reached for Song Ya's belt, and fumbled wildly.

Becky wasn't much better, and the air in the room was instantly blazing.

Sickness is like a thread, illness is like a thread......