Chapter 120 Let's Go

Eastern Europe seems to get married very early, but Mira did not mention this because of tradition, nor did she really want to spend her life with Song Ya, but because of rebellion, and now she really wants to get rid of Mrs. Jovovich caretaker.

Milla kept complaining that Mrs. Jovovich wouldn't let her do this, she wouldn't let her do that.

Leaning against the mirror, pretending to listen, Song Ya's thoughts fluttered to other places like a butterfly, "If I didn't give you that song, what would have happened later?" He asked, "Your family was very difficult at the time, right?"

"I don't know. Anyway, at that time, my mother sold everything that could be sold. She almost pawned the last pearl necklace. It was given to her by my grandma..."

Meera recalled, "My dad called her every few days and asked her to go to Columbia Pictures to advance my salary. What could she do? Columbia Pictures was regretting signing me as the heroine at that time, and even had How could we possibly agree to pay in advance for a replacement? For a little money, we drove from Los Angeles to Chicago to participate in the MV shooting of your second-hand store, and then drove to New York, across the United States, just to save a few air tickets... "

Is it that bad? It was the first time for Song Ya to hear Mira mention the incident at that time. He remembered the travel bag with clothes in the Brooklyn music classroom. Knowing that their family was in dire straits, they acted boldly and sneaked into...

Cough cough, he suppressed the guilt of taking advantage of others, how can he count himself as a nobleman of their family, the villa in Los Angeles, and Mrs. Jovovich's house in the Upper East Side just now, all because of one of his songs Make Mira popular.

"Actually, I have already accepted Revlon's advertisements, as well as Versace and Chanel..."

Mila continued: "When I was eleven or twelve years old, I didn't understand anything, so I kept wearing all kinds of clothes, taking pictures, taking pictures... I tried a lot of ways not to take pictures, and fought wits with my mother. Yong, lost his temper, smashed things. Then suddenly one day, no one came to me to take pictures... Then there was a problem with Dad's company, and we both had to work hard around, begging someone to give me a chance..."

"Now they are all back again." Song Ya scratched her nose and comforted her softly: "Now you have endless photos to take."

"Hmph, I've seen through the snobbish eyes of the fashion circle, and I hate them."

You are so called that you don't know your blessings when you are in the blessings, Song Ya hugged her tightly, "My dear..."

"how?"

"Do you want to try looking in the mirror..."

"You! Disgusting! Destroying the atmosphere! The mind is full of these dirty things!"

New York~

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothing you can't do

now you're in new york~

The next day, Song Ya reappeared in the recording studio, full of energy, and Mariah Carey rolled her eyes at him in the recording studio.

"Miss Kelly, as I said, don't add changes without authorization!"

He pressed the communicator and ordered loudly into the microphone.

She also pointed the middle finger.

"..." Song Ya replaced the accompaniment tape with the version sung by Donnie Braston, and then lay comfortably on the sofa in the control room.

She immediately took off her earphones and rushed out angrily, "What do you mean?!"

"You're doing this, I might as well go back and find Tang Ni." Song Ya made an indifferent expression.

She gave Song Ya a hard look first, then turned around and took out her cell phone from her bag, and dialed as she walked out, "Tommy..."

After about ten minutes, Walter pushed her back from the outside, "They are all young people, and the dispute over art makes it limited to art,

Don't overdo it, APLUS! "He yelled at Song Ya, "Your behavior just now was too much!" "

"I apologize to you, Miss Kelly." Song Ya shrugged.

"Hmph!" Mariah Carey clasped her hands together, pouted and shook her head, staring at the ceiling.

"Just let APLUS..." Walter turned back to coax her again, "He is five years younger than you, so just treat him as your younger brother. He is childish, so you can't be as childish as him."

"I'm not in the mood to record today!" Mariah Carey pulled the record out of the record player and threw it straight into the trash.

"Then I'll record my own." Song Ya put the accompaniment back and walked into the recording studio, "I grew up in Chicago, and now I'm walking in New York..."

With my eyes closed, I sang the first adapted lyrics in a very good state, and found that Mariah Carey had quietly stood beside me at some point, picked up the microphone, "New York..."

"YES!" Song Ya inserted it accurately following the beat.

"This concrete jungle made of dreams..."

"Yeah~" Song Ya raised his voice.

"You can do anything from now on..."

"YES!"

"Now you're in New York..."

"That's right! That's right!"

Instead, the two cooperated seamlessly this time. Mariah Carey compromised her singing, and Song Ya also contributed her best rap part.

"Wow!"

Walt's applause came, "The effect is very, very good...I even think of it as the final version."

"Hmph..." Mariah Carey snorted triumphantly, turned the back of her head to Song Ya, and brushed her hair.

"Why are both of them arrogant..." Song Ya complained secretly, "Isn't it good to be like this earlier." He took the initiative to say, "Miss Kelly, can I treat you to dinner tonight?"

"I'm tired of that French restaurant."

"Why don't you go to Chinatown and eat Chinese cuisine?"

"Emmmm..."

"Then I've made a reservation."

"Take us too!" Walter yelled outside.

In early April, Song Ya finished the recording work of Empire State of Mind, and set foot on the NCAA basketball finals with Delay and Al.

In the United States, the attention of this game is even higher than that of the NBA Finals. Sony Columbia will officially start the large-scale promotion of Remember The Name from here.

At halftime, both teams returned to the locker room.

The staff lead the microphone line into the center of the court.

"Are you ready?"

In the aisle, Song Ya looked at Di Lai and Al beside them, their faces were serious, Di Lai kept jumping around slightly, like a boxer about to go on stage, and Al simply hit his cheek with his fist Relieve stress.

"Don't be nervous, small scene." Song Ya has experienced many battles now and has seen a lot. As a veteran, he wants to comfort the two 'newcomers' instead.

"It's fine, I'm fine." The two replied.

"Check the monitors and earphones one last time." The three checked the monitors strapped to their backs and the earphones that plugged one ear.

"APLUS!" The host has already begun to announce the curtain.

The audience burst into cheers, "Delay! Al! Remember The Name!"

A strong prelude sounded.

"Follow me, Let's go!" Song Ya took the microphone from the staff, picked up the A+ tag on his chest and kissed it, stepped on the beat and rushed into the arena, and flipped the microphone switch with his fingers, "You ready? "

He raised one hand and made a 360-degree turn, as if greeting all the audience.

"ready!"

There was no large-scale publicity for this song, and its popularity was not high. Only some audience members echoed loudly.

"Let's go!"