"Well done, Dion, put it in."

Dion Wilson's remix of Remember The Name has toned down the rock element of the song, making the song more rhythmic and softer. After listening to Song Ya, I feel okay, not as good as the original, but it can be regarded as an attempt in another style.

"All the prep work for your debut album is complete, nine singles plus two additional versions of Beautiful Girls, Dion's Remember The Name Remix, and a dance remix of I Feel It Coming, Feel It Still, Want to Want Me, and Trumpets, and a studio version of I Feel It Coming, a total of seventeen songs. Two of the songs, Beautiful Girls and Want to Want Me, were completed in the deep-sea studio using DTS surround sound technology. ”

Hayden handed over a document: "Sony Columbia Records has also got the album cover ready, do you want to keep waiting?" APLUS, it's been more than a year since your first single I Feel It Coming debuted. ”

The background of the album cover is the dilapidated blurred street scene of Chicago's South City, and then the silhouette of Song Ya's single person, with the words APLUS in capital letters on top, Song Ya does not plan to do any gimmicks, and will release the first album of the same name like most singers.

"Let's wait until the Rodney King case is over, okay?" Song Ya pointed to her white shirt, and later Los Angeles will announce the verdict of the four police officers who beat Rodney King, and if nothing else, there will be a protest in Chicago, "Didn't I set a schedule?" IF I CAN'T COME UP WITH A NEW SONG IN MID-MAY, I PUT THE TWO BALLAD SONGS I RECORDED IN AND MAKE UP THE NUMBERS. ”

"Okay, okay."

Hayden was anxious, "You know, Kris Kross, a rap group of two thirteen or fourteen-year-olds, is gaining momentum right now, and their Jump was last week's Billboard crown list, and if nothing else, it's going to be the youngest talent in hip-hop anymore. And they belong to Sony Columbia Records' label singers, which is closer than your relationship with Sony Columbia Records. ”

"Hmmm......"

Of course, Song Ya knew about it, and the two and a half big black boys sang authentic old-fashioned and pop rap, which made the aura of various genius teenagers on his body lose a lot. Their music videos also brought a wave of black clothing, including jeans worn backwards, waistbands that are about to slip off at any time, fat trouser tubes, and tops that are a few sizes larger than their own body size......

For example, his brother Tony is now wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt with a hem that almost reaches his knees.

"Tony, people only have the effect of children wearing adult clothes, what do you learn from them?" Song Ya complained.

"Don't you think you can look thinner?"

Tony pointed to the jeans underneath, the trouser tube loosening several layers on his sneakers, "Silencer!" He called for a silencer, and the two dressed up like brothers, "JUMP!" JUMP！ "They wore baggy belts and sang and jumped around in the music video for Kris Kross.

Song Ya rolled her eyes helplessly.

Tarraghi, dressed in a white shirt, walked in, "Taraji, aren't we cool!?" Tony asked her.

"Not bad." Tarraghi responded, her expression very serious, "The verdict came out, and at 3:15 p.m., all four white police officers were acquitted. ”

"FXXK, those damn NAZI juries." Tony scolded.

"Wow, that's fun."

Song Ya stood up, "Let's go and meet up with the Peace Rights Organization, cell phone." ”

He rushed out with Taragi and the others, "Hey, Cooper, what are you doing?" He called Eskuber.

"Those white guys are all in the same boat! I'm going to give a speech outside the studio right away, it's a declaration of war! FXXK！ "Escubber's side is full of voices and noise.

"Calm down." Song Ya hung up the phone, and before getting into the car, she took another opportunity to report the news to the BET people. Previously, Escubber, Dre, Sugnett, 2PAC and others put on a show, and they brought together the leaders of the three black gangs in Los Angeles, the Cripples, the Blood Gang, and the Marauders (in fact, they are all small characters) to declare that they would stop attacking each other, and the response was very good, and the audience's disgust towards Dre was also reduced a lot. This matter was also revealed to BET.

Calling Fergie, the group drove outside the door of Pastor Allison's church, where the protest line had begun to gather, and Michelle, the mayor's assistant, was not suitable for such an event, but her boyfriend had arrived.

The police officers were like facing a big enemy, and several police motorcycles that were ready to open the road were parked not far away.

"Although Rodney Gold is at fault, it is too much for the police officers who beat people to be acquitted. To root this? ”

Before the organizer, Pastor Allison, could give the signal, Michelle's boyfriend gave Song Ya a cigarette.

Song Ya, who never smoked, took it casually.

"I don't know much about this, but I trust you, you are a professional." The two hid in the corner, the other took out a lighter, and the two put their heads together and lit them, and began to swallow the clouds and spit.

"It is impossible to be completely innocent." Michelle's boyfriend said.

"I think so." Song Ya echoed that Rodnikin must have been beaten himself, but the police officer who beat people did use excessive violence.

The two waited until the protest team assembled, Song Ya held him with his left hand, Fergie with his right hand, and Pastor Allison and others walked in the forefront, Taragi walked in the second row behind him, and Mike Sr. and Tony and others scattered around for protection.

Chicago was calm and the procession was sparse, and when we arrived at Grant Park at half-past six in the afternoon, we said, "Mission done." Song Ya, who had been photographed by the reporters, shook hands with the organizers one by one, "Call me again if necessary." ”

"Thanks, good boy." Pastor Allison happily thanked him.

Before getting in the car and leaving, Song Ya heard a burst of cheers from the crowd, "What's wrong?" ”

Mike Sr. turned on the radio, and the local Los Angeles radio station announced: 'Los Angeles police have announced the temporary failure of the dispersal of African-American demonstrators at the intersection of Florence and Normandy......

“Ho！” Taragi raised his hands in celebration.

"What's there to be happy about?"

Song Ya called Song Asheng, "Tell Chicago Chinatown to be careful, and close early." ”

"It's closed." Song Ah Sheng rapped: "The reaction here in Chicago was not as strong as expected. ”

"It doesn't have to be when the news of the 'role models' in Los Angeles comes in."

Song Ya understands very well that it is a normal reaction for the vast majority of African Americans to immediately rejoice when they hear the news of the police deflated by Taraghi.

Back at A+ Records, everyone gathered in front of the TV.

A national television helicopter filmed a group of black people dragging a white truck driver out of the car at the intersection of Florence and Normandy, some people beat the driver lying on the ground like an animal, some people climbed into the car to search, and then robbed the driver and everything that could be grabbed in the car, and the white driver was lying on the ground motionless after the crowd dispersed. Not long after, another motorist was attacked by the same tactics, and the helicopter circled for a long time, without seeing the local police.

This shocking image seemed to encourage the local blacks, and then more and more blacks began to take to the streets, and at half-past eight, the sporadic fires in the city could already be seen from the helicopter view.

"All interviews are rejected."

Song Ya was a little irritable, thought about it, and dialed Escuber's phone again, "Things don't seem to be going quite right, Cooper." ”

"Uh......" Escuber didn't seem to expect, "it's all the Mexicans, they're in the crowd and looting!" ”

Obviously, all the blacks on TV are burning and grabbing, "Then do you still want to participate?" ”

"Uh...... Hmm......" Escubus muttered, "I'll probably be in the studio for the night." ”

"That's the best, keep in touch."

Song Ya hung up the phone.