'Bang! Bang!'

Song Ya was sweating profusely. The school squash court seemed to be opened just for him. His skills improved by leaps and bounds. The three male classmates in the original club couldn't bear the abuse and moved to other clubs. So this place became his temple of solitude, fighting with himself through the walls.

, he believes that this exercise is of great help to him in keeping his mind clear and calm.

"Hi."

Fergie leaned against the door and said hello.

"Hayden didn't tell you? Don't have contact with me in school." He put down his racket and gave her a cold look.

The girl tied a ponytail today. The school cheerleading team's short pleated skirt and semi-tight long-sleeved T-shirt modified her body curves perfectly, especially her heavy chest. Song Ya couldn't help but start to imagine her jumping around with the cheerleading team.

The scene at that time.

Wait, that’s not right! Girls in cheerleading teams in American schools are usually the back garden of boys in football, basketball, baseball and other clubs. You don’t recruit her with your own money just to give others a headache. “I’ll quit the cheerleading team tomorrow, your contract

The contract clearly stipulates that he must maintain dance training and not participate in other dangerous sports that may cause injury."

"Is cheerleading considered a dangerous sport?" Fergie pouted, "I just passed the interview, and I'm still the main cheerleader in my school in Los Angeles."

"Why don't you count it, or do you want me to talk to your sister?"

In the United States and areas influenced by American culture, cheerleading girls generally have to do dangerous moves such as somersaults, top throws, and mid-air turns, and the amount of training is very large.

"No, I'll just back off." Fei Ji surrendered, "Can you accompany me to the stylist later?" She noticed the focus of Song Ya's eyes and straightened up proudly.

Song Ya frowned, "You think too much. I'll let Hayden have a good talk with you later."

They are all white girls who were born as child stars. The short girl in front of her is much more difficult to deal with than the clumsy Mira, but that's okay, Song Ya likes to try different tastes.

Speaking of taste, on the badminton court outside the door, the figure of the good girl Cassidi appeared in Song Ya's field of vision at some point. She was waving her racket absentmindedly, glancing at herself and Fergie from time to time.

Hehe... didn't you say it's none of your business?

Looking straight in the past and meeting her eyes, the good girl quickly turned her face away.

Song Ya got excited and decided to change his game. There were no more ink marks. He took out a check from the bag in the corner and waved it to Fergie, "This is your dressing fee. I have already said hello to the stylist.

She will take her to your mall later."

"Wow." Fergie's eyes lit up when she saw the number 3,000 on the check, "Boss, you are the most handsome!"

The check was issued by A+ Records. Not only Fergie, but also her own equipment expenses, the money spent on buying the F150, and even some household expenses went to A+ Records.

Song Ya held the check and raised her fingers.

Fergie hesitated for a few seconds and walked in from the door.

Song Ya suddenly raised her hand and let her outstretched hand catch the empty one.

"Uh..." Fei Ji stopped her hand in mid-air and smiled awkwardly, "Boss?"

"What's the hurry? The check has been written and it can't fly away." Song Ya smiled meaningfully and stuffed the check along her collar.

"You are harassing..." The girl blushed.

"That's right." Song Ya admitted shamelessly this time, put her mouth close to her ear, and said softly: "Otherwise, why do you think I signed you?"

He noticed that the girl wanted to dodge, so he grabbed her waist domineeringly and pulled her into his arms.

Fei Ji let out an exclamation, and Song Ya could finally feel the softness and comfort...

She twisted her body uneasily, and her breathing became heavier and heavier. But in this way, Song Ya's experience became even better. He used his other hand to hold the girl's chin, raising her head to meet his eyes.

relatively.

The girl's face was red all the way to her neck and the back of her ears. Her big eyes finally lost their shrewdness, leaving only restlessness and confusion.

"I didn't expect you to be so inexperienced, materialistic girl."

Song Ya secretly laughed, scratched the cute little groove of her chin with his thumb, then pointed at the red lips and kissed her directly.

The girl leaned against him limply at first. After about ten seconds, she passively let go of her teeth and closed her eyes.

After a long time, the lips slowly parted, and the girl was a little reluctant. She subconsciously stood on tiptoes to reach it, but found that she couldn't reach it. She opened her eyes slightly and found that she was being looked at by Song Ya with a smile. She felt ashamed and embarrassed, and slapped Song Ya in a cute way.

Ya's chest, "You're dead."

"alright."

After protecting the food, Song Ya was not in a hurry to eat. She pointed to the watch on her wrist and said, "It's time for you to find a stylist."

"Yeah..." The girl buried her head in his arms again, not wanting to leave.

"good."

Song Ya pushed Fei Ji to the door and met Cassidi's eyes again, "Be obedient and go ahead." He deliberately reached his hand under the pleated skirt and pinched her buttocks.

"oh!"

It wasn't Fergie who shouted, Cassidy forgot to swing her racket and was hit in the forehead by a flying badminton...

“Ooh woo I”m a rebel just for kicks now,I been feeling it since 1966 now……”

Back in the recording studio, Song Ya continued to record songs. Picking up girls was just a spice, and music was his main business. He made this distinction very clearly.

"Uh...APLUS."

Di Lai's voice sounded, "Are you being too cheerful here?"

"Happy? Is there any?"

"Yeah, you seem to be in a good mood today. Did anything good happen to you?" Di Lai asked with a smile.

"Haha, no, let's continue."

"Okay, pay attention..."

"I know, I know."

The recording progress of this song is very fast. In terms of technical difficulty, due to the addition of Andrew and Henry and the use of some new equipment, it can almost achieve more than half of the effect of Columbia Records Recording Studio. Song Ya estimates that it will be completed in a few days.

The very highly popular version went to New York and was quickly launched into the market to catch the last train of this wave of popularity.

Unknowingly, it was almost early in the morning, "That's it for today." Song Ya felt that her voice was a little tired. This song had to be sung with a half-true and half-false voice, which was indeed a bit tiring. Fortunately, he was only ten years old now.

At the age of six, the vocal cords are actually easier to complete this type of singing than an adult singer.

"Why are you here? Where is your sister?" Song Ya opened the door of the recording studio and saw Fei Ji standing outside waiting for him.

"Dang, dang, dang..." Fergie spun around in a circle, showing off her newly bought clothes. A sloping-shouldered black short top exposed one of her shoulders, and a pair of low-waisted jeans under her flat belly.

The tight cut showed off her amazing curves.

"Look, look..." She posed a few more times, letting Song Ya see her earrings and belt buckle. They were all in the exaggerated and shiny style that black people like.

The brands of these clothes belong to the affordable luxury category in the United States. Compared with Song Ya now, they are not expensive. This is what he specifically asked when he hired the stylist. Otherwise, a materialistic girl like Fei Ji can just buy it for three thousand yuan.

You can never stop it with a knife.

"That's right, don't wear those butterfly sleeves anymore, and differentiate your style from country and adult lyrical female singers."

The personal vocal trainers, stylists and dance classes that Song Ya found for her were all black women in the hip-hop style. If possible, he planned to transform Fergie into a hip-hop female singer. This was also purposeful. He learned from the apocalypse

The future songs I got, especially rap songs like second-hand stores, are very 'lively' in their processing, that is, they like to add various 'calls' that seem a bit inexplicable in this era, such as shouting at the end of a sentence.

Singing 'yeah' or something like that, based on the above considerations, he planned to let Fergie join in at the appropriate time to be responsible for singing the female vocal harmony.

DeLay, Andrew and others quietly packed up their things and left one after another.

"All the money was spent on this set?" Song Ya asked.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang!" Fei Ji was also very happy today. She jumped outside the recording room again and showed Song Ya a lot of clothes she had brought. She also made a mobile clothes hanger like the one used by the film crew, and it was all hung up.

"You brought it up by yourself?" Song Ya exclaimed.

"Of course not, I asked Mavorta to help me get it." Fergie pulled open the transparent plastic outside a piece of clothing, "I also like this one, um, and this one." She chirped with excitement.

"Why don't you show them all to me, just like Julia Roberts's drag show in Pretty Woman when she was shopping for clothes."

"Okay, okay."

"Come to my office."
Chapter completed!