When he came out of the lounge with Mira, Old Larry and others had already left. Only the staff who were packing the crew's equipment were left under the stands. The high-powered lighting of the court, which was closed one by one, made an enlarged version of the trip-like sound.

"Then let's go back too."

Song Ya looked down at the stadium that was gradually shrouded in night shadows and said, "I'm so hungry now, where are you?"

"Same."

Mila nodded, pulled a half step away and followed Song Ya, turned around and walked into the inner passage of the stands. The sound of bodyguards' leather shoes tapping gathered into noisy echoes in the passage. She was a little tired after filming the scene for a whole day, and neither of them spoke actively.

"By the way, where are you staying in? Hotel? The same house?"

Arriving at the parking lot, Mira stood in front of her nanny car and asked: "We usually go to the bar nearby to eat, drink, sing and chat, just like an artist salon, and we, and the Apu main crew next door, everyone plays together...the atmosphere is very good."

"No, I'll live on the set, behind the studio, and I won't go anywhere, uh, I won't go anywhere."

Song Ya refused, "Because Old Mike won't let me go."

"Oh...really? Mike?" She looked at Old Mike.

"It's almost the same."

Old McClick silently picked up the pot and opened the back seat door of Song Ya's car.

"Follow me." Song Ya held her waist with both hands and pushed her over there.

"No……"

She refused to get in the car, "I will sing in the bar tonight, and write the name on the small blackboard of the bar with chalk. Everyone will take turns to come and play the show."

"It's not bad." Song Ya was a little surprised.

"Yes, the rock band Jared Leto and his brother formed is great. It's not as intriguing as Hollywood. Everyone is young, and Shilinfen is often there."

Mira smiled and said, "Of course, if you're willing to go on stage, I'd be happy to give up the chance tonight's performance."

"There should be no show fee for such activities that are entertaining among friends, right?" Song Ya asked.

"nonsense."

"Then I won't sing, uh, I mean I really can't show up in such occasions where people come and go, safety issues..."

Song Ya remembered something, "Oh by the way, you can't sing new songs in the bar anymore. It's not all true friends. Someone told Universal Records about the songs I wrote for you, such as No Sleep 2nite, so they insisted on putting your singer in the new A+ record acquisition case and talking together. They knew everything about what I planned to send you a new topic."

"I know."

She sighed helplessly, "Linda told me about changing appointments. Sorry, I made you lose money, right? I just, just...I want to practice more in my free time."

"It's not that bad. The negotiations made me a little passive. I originally wanted to put you in another record company with a larger shareholding ratio, but unfortunately I didn't do it."

Mira has a much better temper. She would never apologize when she was dating her in her early years. Song Ya said that she didn't want to blame anything, but wanted to use her guilt to get people back to her. "Come on, I asked Yelemov to say hello to the bar, saying that you were too late to film and can't go."

"Ha ha……"

She raised her head and smiled and pushed her half and sat in the car, "I don't want to ruin the atmosphere. I heard that Harry is preparing a show for you, a little surprise."

"That's not right, together, together...hehe."

Old Mike started the car, and there was not much road, and the set was right next to it. Another group should have filmed supporting roles in a large studio, but now people have left empty and it is pitch black inside.

Song Ya really didn't know that Harley was preparing for the show, and she felt quite expectant and kept rubbing her thighs in the car.

"By the way, the expelled Columbia Pictures staff is back, but the producers are back straight back to Los Angeles."

On the way to her temporary residence, Mira talked about the crew’s gossip.

"I know, they can certainly come back after getting the certificate. The staff doesn't care. The producer's authority was swept away, and it's really a bit embarrassing to come back."

After receiving his instructions to drive people, Yelemov may have a little intention of taking personal revenge. He chose to openly drive away the people from Columbia Pictures under the eyes of the entire crew. "I remember when Yelemov worked at Columbia Pictures, they had old grudges, right?"

"I don't know, I didn't care about those before, and I never paid attention to them."

Mira replied: "A failed movie has changed many people's lives." She sighed.

"Yes, if it weren't for the return to the blue reef..."

Song Ya stopped halfway through the speech, which led to the breakup of the two being a little embarrassed to re-record in the current situation, because her fickleness was not her, she would have been her own initiative, or she would have been discovered by stealing her...

"Are you still angry...Yelemov? I remember that after returning to the Blue Coral Reef failed to box office, Yelemov tried to blame you."

Song Ya asked.

"It's not long ago. I've experienced so many... In fact, Yelemov is really a rare and good person in Hollywood. I remember he once persuaded Columbia Pictures to help me cut out many exposed shots in movies."

Mira answered.

"yes."

Yelemov once advised himself not to flirt with Xue Linfen, and that guy did have some sense of justice that was still in disgrace.

The two of them chatted all the way to their door. Song Ya pushed open and listened to the door. It seemed that there were more than one woman's voice inside.

"I guess it was a dress-up party because last night, Angelina Aker asked at the bar where European court costumes were sold in Miami."

Mira said.

"Wow, you have noticed this?" Song Ya smiled at her.

"That little girl has no scheming."

"The little girl... said so old-fashioned...Mila."

Song Ya pushed open the door, and there was no light inside, it was pitch black.

He and Mira walked in.

“Surprise!”

Sure enough, Halle's screams appeared with the lights. She and Angelina Ake, no, why did there be one more?

One black and two white, three beautiful women were wearing the white gauze dress worn by Amy in the modern episode of Romeo and Juliet, the kind of white gauze dress with little angel wings, "My past love was fake and not real! Romeo, who is your Juliet? Hahaha..." Halle asked with a crazy smile.

Halle is really good...

After a long time, Mira walked out of the bedroom with a staggering pace, looked back at Song Ya who was still entangled with others on the bed, and put on her clothes alone, then pushed the door open a small gap, "Mike?"

"It's me." The silencer who was on duty outside replied.

"Do you know the way to the bar?"

"Um."

The muffler handed over to Mawota and drove her to see her off. Mira knew that there were very few mufflers, so she quietly watched the street scene at night in the back seat.

Soon, the bar arrived.

"Thank you, muffler."

She pushed open the door and merged into a mix of smoke, wine, perfume, laughter and music from people.

"Milla! I thought you were not here!"

In the early morning, it was a lively time for the bar. When the musicians on the small stage saw her, they waved their hands quickly, "Hurry! Many people are waiting to listen to your performance."

She greeted the acquaintances with a smile, walked through the crowd of people and sat generously in the high chair in front of the microphone, "Thank you." She took the guitar and a cigarette from a musician, lit it in her mouth, lowered her head and began to concentrate on debugging the strings.

"Recently, the US economy has developed the healthiest in thirty years, with the lowest unemployment and inflation rates. The current commander has been in power for four years and has added 8 million new jobs. The United States' leadership in the world has been consolidated. Crime, welfare subsidies, poverty and unmarried pregnancy rates have all declined. We are moving towards an era of technology, information and global competition..."

People gathered in front of the small stage, waiting for her to sing. Only some older people were unmoved. They sat in front of the bar and watched the TV attentively. The host of the local TV station was singing praises, "The latest vote counting data is out! OK, now we can confirm that the commander's re-election was successful, and his campaign committee should announce his victory soon..."
Chapter completed!