"By the way, will you go to the prom in a few days?"

Cassidy asked, turning around before leaving the door.

"Graduation ......"

Because he skipped the twelfth grade and was admitted to the University of Chicago, Song Ya is indeed about to graduate from this middle school, and he has never participated in any prom activities in the school since the crossing, but he knows that the middle school students in the United States value the prom very much. No matter how bad the school, the boys and girls have to put on the most grand formal clothes that day, ride in the best cars they can get to the venue, and dance together in pairs in a large, dimly lit venue, and the whole process is actually very much like a group wedding. In that atmosphere, with the exception of some conservative districts and schools, many girls will choose to become women on this day, and there is fierce competition for titles such as prom king, queen, best couple, etc., which is already part of the tradition.

"I'm too busy, and I'm not fit for that kind of occasion." He knew what Cassidy was expecting, "Don't you have a year left to graduate?" ”

"Well, in fact, non-graduates can go." Cassidy said, "Just outside I heard Tony talking to his girlfriend about the ball. ”

"I can't go."

Song Ya still refused ruthlessly, Tony obediently re-enrolled in the twelfth grade for a year, although his academic performance did not reach the score line stipulated by Song Ya, and he relied on his brother and rugby player to win a lot in the cheerleading girls' flowers, but it was much more honest than the time with Lori Jr., "It doesn't matter if Tony is there, I may cause order to get out of control when I go there, and the principal has specially communicated with me about this." He explained why.

"That's right......" Cassidi walked away, a little disappointed.

"Taraji, I'm going to give a speech at school on graduation day, right?" Song Ya was ready to coax her in other ways, "How much time is available after the speech, is it enough to watch a movie?" ”

"If you want to see it, you're the boss." Taragi walked over to the trash can, glanced inside, and pouted in disgust.

"Then you can book two tickets for me." Song Ya just didn't see it.

"What type do you want to see?" Taraghi asked, "I haven't been with the movie lately. ”

"Whatever, just relax and be happy, and it's time to rest."

Both of them have full schedules, and they have no time to take care of things other than publicity, and even today, they have to go out to catch up after a short rest.

"The Latina girl has arrived, do you want to meet her?" Taragi asked.

"Shakira?"

Roberto Clevard had been whispering in his ear like a fly for a whole year, and even if he wasn't interested, he was now a little curious, "Didn't anyone bring her here?" ”

"Yes, her agent, but her English is very bad, but the girl is okay, her father has lived in the United States." Taraghi replied.

"I'll take a look."

The two walked to the door of the practice room of A+ Records, where they were rehearsing basic dance steps, Fergie took the lead, young men and women in their teens, black female dancers who were following the trumpet song and Song Ya and Fergie's private dance teacher, practiced in the mirror.

A Latino male agent with a trolley suitcase was leaning against the back wall of the practice room with Jimmy watching intently, not noticing the two at the door. Song Ya followed his gaze and found a black-haired girl behind Fei Ji, who was about the same height as Fei Ji, and from behind, her dancing skills seemed to be much higher than Fei Ji, and her body movements were very soft but not lacking in a sense of strength.

"It doesn't seem to be as dirty as in the cover of the first album?"

Song Ya secretly thought in his heart that the explosive head, pharaoh-like black eyebrows and thick eyeliner, and rustic dress on the cover of the girl's first album gave him a bad first impression, so he had been faintly resisting Roberto Clevell's sales pitch in his heart.

"You're going to mess with me in the future, you know? No one at this record label dared to say no to me......"

During the break, Fergie showed her strength to the newcomer in a big sister's demeanor, "I'm a little tired, Jimmy, water." ”

Jimmy hurriedly handed over the bottle of water he was holding.

"Get a bottle for Miss Shakira too!" Phigi was dissatisfied.

"Uh...... Good good. Jimmy trotted to the corner to open the portable plastic box, pulled another bottle out of the pile of ice, and handed it to Shakira.

Fergie's income from accompanying herself to go to the cave and perform commercially is very expensive, and with the expected income of i hate u i love u, she can easily afford the more glamorous and luxurious life of a small star.

"Hmm." Phygie returned the beautiful glass bottle to Jimmy and beckoned to Shakira, "Let's go, take you on a tour of my studio." ”

By the time the two girls walked out the door, Song Ya and Taraghi had disappeared on their own.

"It's okay, there's nothing wrong with being the heroine of Beautiful Girls. She's only fifteen, right? ”

Beautiful Girls's original MV is a campus style, there are a lot of dances, just Song Ya took a look, this girl looks very beautiful, her figure is already very good in a girl of her height and age, and there is a precocious style unique to Latin girls, and her dancing skills are also good. Since the heroine has no lines in the MV, it doesn't matter if she speaks English well or not, she is indeed a suitable candidate.

As for other MVs with explicit lyrics such as Want to Want Me, and the original version is also very sexual, it is not appropriate to let this girl play, not to mention age, and the height and figure will not reach the allure that Song Ya expected to show.

The heroine of a MV is enough to cope with Roberto Clevell's entrustment, after all, this girl signed with Sony Columbia Records, and her contract expired in ninety-four years, and the follow-up benefits of holding up the A+ record did not get a star and a half.

"Okay, I'll make a note of it."

Taraghi looked at his watch, "It's time for you to go, boss, the Chinese Chamber of Commerce and Attorney John Willow will give you a few thank-you awards on Clark Street." ”

"It's a bit sensitive to win the Silla people's award at this point in time, so you must keep it a secret."

Song Ya didn't want to make the black community have bad associations.

"Yeremov has already communicated, the award ceremony will be held in the building of the General Association of Chinese Entrepreneurs, there will be no reporters present, and no news will be posted."

"Hmm."

He led his group to Clark Street, where he was warmly welcomed by a group of East Asians and received several pennants with Chinese characters such as 'Light of Chinese Americans' and 'Solving Problems for the People'......

"Your election has been going badly lately."

At the end of the awards, Song Ya and John Liu, who looked little different from the Chinese, walked to the corner and chatted alone.

"Yes, who the would have thought that a Grand Commander who had ended the CCCP might not be able to serve a second term!?"

Completely different from the stereotype of legal experts, John Liu spoke in a special tone of the gangster, and he was particularly affectionate to Song Ya, "I will repay you for the Silla descendants, remember my words." ”

"I didn't think I'd be rewarded for doing that, Mr. Liu." Song Ya smiled.

"You're welcome, we were one family thousands of years ago, and the surname Silla Liu is also a descendant of the Yellow Emperor." John Willow said.

“？”

"Honestly......" John Liu lowered his voice, "If the elephant party is really defeated, according to the custom, it will do some things that are not usually suitable to be done, such as the amnesty of the commander, etc., which contains countless opportunities to make money, if you have any ideas, you can greet me in advance, I will help you do it, I and Cheney wear a pair of pants, the opportunity is rare." ”

"What would I think? I'm a singer. Song Ya just declined and immediately remembered something in his mind, "Uh...... Wait, can you get the kind of special authorization that can bypass Batumi? For example, factory equipment and the like. ”

"It's difficult, it's not difficult, the key to this kind of thing is actually not in the Elephant Party but in the Donkey Party, as long as the other congressman does not jump out to question, then the Elephant Party will do it."

John Liu winked at him meaningfully, "This kind of thing depends on the tacit understanding between the two sides. ”

"I see."