"I like you, you deserve a promotion."

The slender 757 is about to land, and Song Ya is still focusing on working at her desk, reading various reports, signing various documents, and managing business. The TV channels are generally locked in its ACN or ACE stations.

It happened to be played on the wonderful past editing of the street dance competition on ACE. The ex-wife is evaluating a contestant who just finished her performance.

Hearing his ex-wife's voice, Song Ya stopped writing and turned her head to look at the TV.

"Thank you, thank you!"

A medium-sized, about twenty-seven or eight-year-old white mature woman thanked her happily on the stage. The picture changed and she was given to Rashida who was squatting in the backstage and hugging the two little girls. The girls who should be the contestant's daughter immediately clapped their hands happily, and Rashida also showed a nervous and happy look together with empathy.

"Worth it? Why?"

But it seemed that other judges had different opinions, and Adam Shankman, who had set up a very stable person, said: "She was like she was drunk just now."

"I didn't drink..." The contestant defended pitifully on the stage.

"That's a metaphor!" Adam Shankman's words caused laughter from the audience.

"It's a good dance. She is a hard-working and caring single mother. We should give her more encouragement." The ex-wife may be a little sympathetic and continue to support her.

"Look! The name of our column is..."

This emotional reason could not impress Adam Shankman, who gestured at a line of large letters above the stage, "Street Dance Competition!"

The judges' opinions were one by one, and the two looked at MC Hammer.

MC Hammer thought for a while, broadcasting the large close-up of his face and accompanied it with suspense drama-like music.

The contestant also covered his mouth and waited on the stage, and tears were shining with nervousness.

Finally, MC Hammer made a concise decision: “Eliminate!”

The final result was made, and some people made regretful voices and some applauded. Rashida began to comfort the two little girls who were crying sadly on the spot in the backstage.

The ex-wife immediately showed her unhappiness, and she tried to raise her mouth and looked up at the sky, and she used her nostrils to hit the camera, and she should be rolling her eyes.

"hey-hey……"

Song Ya actually knows that the performance of his ex-wife when she was a judge is a bit unpopular to TV audiences. Her unconcealed emotional expression is considered too self-centered, and she has a DIVA score, and she lacks professional ability.

Adam Shankman cherishes it very much and enjoys this opportunity. MC Hammer is stubborn again. Both dance masters have enough qualifications and status in the world, so it is unlikely that they will be spoiled by her.

But...forget it, just have fun.

During this period, Song Ya chose to stay in Los Angeles. On the one hand, it was because the gentle place there was too comfortable, and on the other hand, she was also hiding from her ex-wife. She often came to Chicago to record shows, and she had to take care of the emotions and public pressure of her girlfriend Amy. If she went back, it would be bad for her and Amy.

Moreover, he didn't want to stand up too much for Alicia to run for Cook County prosecutors, so as not to stimulate the Daly Dynasty. If he could hide outside, he would hide outside. Anyway, Alicia's victory was stable.

In fact, I can be more slutty in Los Angeles for a while, but a small psychological problem has forced me to set off and return.

Simply put, it is Linda, president of A+ Records, and Daniel, president of Metropolitan Distribution Company, and Disney Records has finally set a new promotional and distribution strategy for the four specialties.

The concert of MJ's 30th anniversary solo was too popular. Several households emptied half of the American anthem. Britney, the first performance guest on September 7th alone, is now a "matchless man". Even if MJ only invited one of her guests that day, the tickets and broadcast ratings of the concert are guaranteed, and Britney is so popular now.

Then the signs of similar activities are not operational. First, it is difficult to defeat MJ in the front line. Second, MJ's promotion and promotion before the launch program have always been extremely large-scale in the industry ceiling. The quality of his concert is also the same. If he recruits people himself and prepares for the concert, there will be no time left.

So Daniel came up with an idea. Since there is no way to surpass the momentum in the short term, he will compare with MJ. He believes that he has an advantage that MJ is completely incompatible, which is the creation and conducting ability of high-end symphonic music.

It just so happened that the Requiem of Dreams has started, and the soundtrack work can be carried out. The symphony of Apocalypse when he was shot... It's time to record it. Disney Records will follow up with ABC stations throughout the process, and then produce a short documentary that will be released before MJ's 30th anniversary concert. This is what Daniel calls "winning by style".

But something went wrong with Song Ya. He soon discovered that when he called out the pure music score in his mind, he would always recall the scene of being shot at that time, and then think of the main gunman Trevor and the forces behind the scenes who were still at large...

The score requires repeated "play" to relive that scene. This psychological disorder of my own makes work always intermittent, and a depressing mood lingers in my heart.

So he wanted to come back and practice with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra in advance to get the music of Requiem of Dreams. He felt that it would be better if there were too many people, at least it would be better than torture himself by racking his brains to the skeleton alone.

It just so happened that Amy would stay in Hollywood to prepare for the filming of that "Growth Education".

There is another job...

‘The Dow Jones Index fell below 10,000 points again today…’

I picked up the remote control and switched to ACN station. The financial host was broadcasting the stock market. Affected by the storm of Enron, the New York stock market fell slightly for nearly four months, and the Nasdaq index also returned below 2,000 points, heading straight to 1,000-8.

"Why……"

Song Ya sighed slightly. Logically, energy giants, as the basic foundation of the current government of the Elephant Party, should take action to help An Ran, but it is difficult to judge the specific time point.

"Boy." The hatch door opened and Old Mike handed an umbrella.

"Um."

It was raining in Chicago. Song Ya and the old man exchanged glances, then patted the silencer's arm before leaving the cabin and stretched the umbrella open.

At noon, the sky was already gloomy as night, and the raindrops drizzled onto the umbrella. Song Ya raised her eyes and looked at the pick-up convoy. The security supervisor of the Highland Manor was waiting in front of the front of the car in a wheelchair. The bodyguards behind him were dressed in black, wearing black umbrellas.

"Just wait in the car."

Song Ya took the hand and walked down the boarding ladder, and was polite to the security supervisor at her home.

"hey-hey."

The black man who had blocked his legs for himself and broke his legs in a car accident smiled and turned around to signal the bodyguard to open the car door.

Song Ya pressed his shoulder again and got into the car.

The convoy quickly drove away from the airport. Song Ya looked at the rearview mirror. The security supervisor was still waiting in the rain with two cars. Old Mike and the silencer walked up to him with their luggage.

"Ali!"

When the convoy drove into Highland Park, it was already raining heavily. Aunt Susie was waiting at her home in Highland Park, holding herself and Amy's son Vilas in her arms.

"Suchy. Huh, my little Vilas..."

Song Ya teased her cute son.

"The elephant party seems to be unhappy with our speed, and we don't want to wait until the end of the year..."

In the evening, Sloan came to visit and she said: "I have urged me again through Litman's relationship. I don't know how they plan to act."

"Godden is already contacting the political relationship between the District of Columbia and his hometown to choose the first stop for next year's midterm elections. This kind of thing cannot be kept confidential. The party should be able to hear the news, right?" Song Ya asked retortly.

"It is also possible that the party is taking advantage of the problem. After all, Gordon switched from the anchor station to Capitol Hill... They may not have thought about this result in advance, but they would not feel much comfortable with our solution."

Sloan smiled and said, "They probably can't accept it, thinking we're playing clever."

"They'd better not be greedy." Song Ya replied coldly, "My concessions are not bottomless."

"certainly."

Sloan took away a stack of documents on the table and exposed the fifty-dollars below.

"Haha, Harley is worth a hundred..."

Song Ya happened to take advantage of the issue and picked up her hands to express that I was jealous! Refusing to serve today!

"Don't you know how much you are worth?" Sloan rolled his eyes and acted to take the money back.

“Mimi!”

The two were in a stalemate, and Aunt Susie's loud voice sounded outside, and her ex-wife arrived.

Song Ya had no choice but to hand Sloan a sorry look and welcomed him out of the study.

"I'm so angry! Adam Shankman always fucks me!"

Before I saw him, I heard the voice of him. When my ex-wife met, she complained, "I won't let the contestant I chose advance!"

"That's what the rules of the street dance competition are...ah!"

Song Ya was explaining, and she was slapped in the face.

"Hmph! Have you watched the replay?" The ex-wife saw Little Villas in Susie's arms at this time. She didn't say much, but she twisted the man hard.

"I'm not convenient to interfere...Mimi, unless they make trouble on purpose."

"Bad! Call the program team!"

"No fight!"

"are you mad at me!"

Song Ya flexibly dodged all kinds of attacks that were covering her head.

In the early morning, it was raining heavily outside and the bedroom was already messy. Song Ya and her ex-wife were lying on the bed and slept soundly.

"vomit!"

At the same time, in a cemetery outside the suburbs, the muffler climbed out of the new pit that had just been dug out with a shovel, then took off the black square scarf covering his mouth and nose, bent down and vomited continuously.

"Slightly!" The security supervisor who was looking at the wind in the distance lowered his voice and warned, but soon smelled the unpleasant smell from the pit and immediately covered his nose.

Only old Mike did not respond. The old man carefully climbed down the deep pit with a flashlight. There were only three of them at the scene, and their bodies were all over the place. They were soaked in heavy rain that they were soaked in the fallen chickens.

There is only a simple name on the tombstone standing in front of the pit: "Mike Tangley", and there is no birth and death year.

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At the end of the month, Song Ya had already started practicing with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. The Requiem of Dreams gradually took shape and sounded in the practice room in a very good manner.

The music director of the band, Barenboy, stood aside with a smile, while pressing the formation, looking at his favorite disciple who was already sweating profusely and had V-shaped sweat stains on his back.

A crew member of the ABC station was quietly monitoring the camera in the corner.
To be continued...