Chapter 278

The influence of the three major wireless stations is not comparable to that of cable stations such as FOX and BET. After the CBS promotional MV was broadcast, it was quickly quoted and disseminated by the whole meter. , After the show, I took the time to play Where Is The Love again, and some shopping malls in Los Angeles simply started the infinite loop mode.

"I heard a song yesterday that made me feel deeply..."

Although he did not go to help the platform, the commander-in-chief who was suffering overwhelming criticism from all sides still mentioned Song Ya in an exclusive interview with BET TV station, "I want to answer this young singer, your voice has been heard by the American government! We will immediately We will address the issues.”

"Where do you think the primary problem is? Mr. President?" The host Gordon made the ball.

"The economy, of course the economy, especially the urban economy."

The commander-in-chief began to take the opportunity to launch his policy outlook for the next four years, "We will focus on returning to the country, supporting emerging industries, and creating more job opportunities..."

"It's all empty talk."

Hayden turned off the TV, "King George (a mocking title for the Grand Commander's otherworldly fireworks) is still the same King George."

"Leave him alone, let's do what we have to do."

Song Ya rubbed her hands excitedly. Soon it will be the first official live performance of Where Is The Love, at the home court of the New York Yankees.

"Check the ears."

Arriving at the player tunnel, he told the singers who will enter the center of the stadium to perform together. Delay and Al are old-timers. Fergie is a little immature but has experienced many big scenes. Only Common Sense has no experience. "Common, are you okay?"

"Hey, don't worry about me."

Common Sense, which has no personality and gangster rappers' publicity, seems to have a big heart, Song Ya is a little relieved.

"Remember what was said in the previous meeting, don't make too many body movements later, and don't have a hippie smile." Yeremov asked loudly from the side.

"Don't worry, I feel that you are the most nervous." Song Ya patted him on the shoulder.

"It might have sold over a million in the first week!" Yeremov exclaimed excitedly.

"That's me, APLUS's first album." Song Ya pretended to be aggressive.

"Get ready, 30, 20, 10, 9..."

The stadium staff came and counted down, the stadium lights were turned off one by one, and a big beam of light found the exit of the player tunnel.

When the other party counted to one, Song Ya took a big step. He felt Fergie and others following him, but instead of looking back, he raised one hand, pursed his lips and made a more restrained smile, and turned towards the audience Greet the audience.

After getting an enthusiastic response, the beam of light stopped in the center of the court, Song Ya stood still and bowed his head.

After the prelude to Where Is The Love sounded, he raised his head and brought the microphone to his mouth, "What's wrong with the world, mama?" After a long rap in his own voice, he immediately switched states, "Where is the love... "The chorus with a little falsetto sang here, "Love..." Fergie's harmony is accurate.

Both Delay and Common Sense were stable and did not make mistakes. Delay’s expressiveness was worse than the original singer’s. When it was Al’s turn to rap in the third verse, both he and Delay would help to harmonize in the rhyme at the end of the sentence, which went smoothly. Completed the live debut.

But it's not over yet. There will be a moment of silence for the Los Angeles victims. They and the players from both sides will finish the moment of silence together. Then Fergie will stay on the sidelines alone. As always, she will sing the national anthem.

"No one can stop you now, not even those two kids."

Yeremov observed the spectators who were moved to tears near the player tunnel, and his mood became even better.

"Let's go back." Song Ya waited for Fergie to leave the stage, and immediately took everyone away. Sony Columbia Records' promotional activities for the past few weeks were very full, so they had to hurry up and rest.

While waiting for the red light, Song Ya’s car happened to be able to see a record store on the side of the street. The promotional posters of him, MJ, Michael Bolton, and Kris Kross, which is at the top of the billboard list, are the most eye-catching. Mariah Carey It also has a relatively good position in the store, and the black female singer who won a bunch of awards at the Grammy not long ago was completely silent.

The music in the store is also Where Is The Love, and there is a long queue in front of the checkout counter, most of them are holding his first album 'A+' in their hands.

"Totally sold out, Sony Columbia Records has got the factory to open another line."

Yeremov next to him observed his focus.

"What's the current reaction from all parties?" Song Ya asked casually.

"It's a good one, who would say bad things about you at this time?" Yeremov laughed.

"However, many singers and record company executives contacted me." Hayden said: "Iscube, Rick Robin, and even MJ's manager Sandy Glenn."

"Oh?" Song Ya knew their purpose without guessing, "Do you all want to promote celebrity joint singing?"

"Sandy Glenn didn't say anything specific, just asked about your recent situation. Rick Robin was dismissed by me, and the conditions he raised were of no value at all. There are also some other old-timers in the black music industry, basically I sent all the probing through the agent. Only Escube, how do you plan to reply? He said that when you go to Los Angeles to attend an event together, it is inevitable to perform Where Is The Love on the same stage."

"After? How long? Does he dare to take the lead now?" Eskub gave a very provocative speech on the first day of the riot, and then quickly realized that he had lost control and immediately went back to the recording studio. Come out for a walk? He can't be that stupid.

"He didn't say."

The car started again, and Song Ya called Escouber, "Hey, brother."

"Yo, let's hang out when you get to Los Angeles?" Escouber said, "Delay and Al are too weak in your hands."

"FXXK YOU, don't point fingers at my people." Song Ya cursed with a smile, "When? I should be fine."

"After a while, wait for my post?" Asked Eskub.

"I want a specific time, and my team must first communicate with you about legal matters."

For Escouber, Song Ya felt a little guilty. After all, he had reached an agreement with BET behind his back, although it did not cause bad results. Of course, it is also necessary for brothers to settle accounts clearly.

"Those legal matters are easy to talk about, let's talk about it in November?" Eskub said.

"No problem in November." Song Ya chatted with him about the situation in Los Angeles and hung up the phone.

The Greater New York area where the publicity was concentrated in the first week, then the central area of ​​Chicago, and the west coast is tentatively scheduled to go last, after all, for fear of repeated riots. By November, the popularity should have subsided. As long as it doesn't affect the sales of our own records, it shouldn't be a problem to cooperate.

"Miss Kelly is waiting for your call back."

Just after arriving home in Tribeca, Taraji sent a phone call.

"Hey, Mimi." Song Ya walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her back.

"Maybe you should think of me." Mariah Carey was in a bad mood, and Song Ya could imagine her pouting on the phone.

"Didn't you explain it last time? It's only a few hours since I wrote this song and performed it live, and would you like to sing that chorus and some harmonies? That doesn't fit your class Mimi .”

Song Ya can only say this, he can't explain to Mariah Carey that Fergie is the original singer! It would be too rude not to sing to her the part that belongs to her.

"Hmph, I temporarily asked the performing arts company to take over a commercial performance, which is in New York, the day after tomorrow." Mariah Carey didn't worry about it anymore.

"night?"

"Seven o'clock in the evening."

Song Ya understood what she meant, "Taraji!" He opened the door and called Taraji in. "What's the plan at seven o'clock the night after tomorrow?"

"New York radio interview," Taraji replied.

"Push it, I have a business performance with Miss Kelly, remember it." He said into the microphone.

"It's a big radio station with a high ratings."

"No radio station!"

"You're the boss." Taraji rolled his eyes and went out to call to re-coordinate.

"It's more or less the same." Mariah Carey was satisfied.

"Where is the show? Do you know the terrain over there?" Song Ya hinted.

"Little pervert." Mariah Carey giggled for a while, "It's an old-fashioned theater, my mother used to perform there for a while, and the last box on the second floor was broken and never used. .”

"That means you can see the audience below at the same time?" Song Ya grasped the point accurately.

"Are we too courageous?" She suddenly felt a little guilty.

"It's getting bigger every time, take your time..." Song Ya rehearsed in her mind, "Take that folding fan and just be careful not to make any noise. Your voice is so recognizable and very high."

"That fan is about to be bitten off by me, it's full of tooth marks..."