Of course, singing by oneself is more beneficial than singing for its singers. Babyface has no reason not to agree. The two of them finalized the matter. Of course, they are all verbal agreements at present. After all, the publisher Sony Columbia Records can only lead the matter. Song Ya can only decide whether to agree or not.

But he and Mothura are now in a honeymoon period with the same interests, and they are very easy to talk to each other.

"Aplus, change your itinerary in the fifth week and go to London! Whereisthelove has ranked second in the UK's gold list, and the momentum of the first place is very deep dippy. The first time you go there, the media there is very fresh to you, and it is not a big problem to take advantage of the opportunity to win the championship."

Mothura called himself, "Time is tight, you have to reply to me immediately. I will ask the British branch to prepare for the promotional and distribution schedule."

Song Ya knew what the other party wanted to do, "Mr. Mothura, don't worry, I have no objection to Miss Kelly's single winning championship. You also know my relationship with her. I am willing to help her career with you, so just tell me."

"Uh, OK..."

Motula was probably stunned on the other end of the phone, "Restate of Mind Partii, you can almost take the top spot on June 20th, whereas thelove will win six consecutive championships, and then her i'llbethere will also start to play."

"Can the six-week crown keep the 1992 crown?" Song Ya asked.

"It's basically no problem. Last year's annual championship everythingido was a seven-week championship, but you should be at the high position for a longer time." Motula replied.

"Okay, then I'll go to the UK." Song Ya agreed readily.

"You boy."

Motula smiled, "What did you say? We have time to slowly repair our relationship, right?"

"Haha, I have the same idea as you, Mr. Mothura."

In early June, Song Ya and his group boarded another flight to London, accompanied by an executive from a British branch and several Sony Columbia Records staff.

"BBC (BBC) 2 will follow your promotional itinerary in the UK throughout the whole process, and then edit it into a short documentary of your first UK trip. We also prepared an exclusive interview with BBC Radio No. 1 and a special interview with Q magazine for you. That's all, and some activities should be added temporarily at that time."

The other party introduced on the plane: "The British gold list is also called the official charts (official charts), which is jointly organized by some public institutions such as BBC. However, your influence in the UK is not as good as that of the Billboard list in Beimi. However, your whereistlove is very popular among people there. It ranked second last week, and ranked first, and it lacks stamina. We and Mr. Mothura agree that this is an opportunity. The first time you went there, it is fresh enough, and they are very curious about you."

"Why?" Song Ya asked: "There are not many audiences over there, right?"

"They themselves have troubles similar to the riots in Los Angeles. Do you know the ira (Northern Ireland Republican Army)?"

"Know something." Song Ya knew that the Northern Ireland issue was a chronic disease in Britain for many years.

"The violence they caused in the first half of this year is almost the same as last year's whole year. Your song calls people to understand each other and it is very pleasing to the UK. But don't talk about any issues about Ireland. The American Irish-born political power is very powerful, and some people have sympathy for Ira." The executive of the British branch told.

"I know this."

Chicago is one of the base camps of Irish forces. When Kennedy, who is also an Irish-born, went from old Mayor Daley to Chicago Mafia bosses to make great efforts. The current mayor Daley and the donkey party whip Underwood are both Irish. Every year, Chicago holds a grand Irish festival and St. Parkrit's Day. Irish also has a tradition of employment in law enforcement units. For example, Casiti's father, Vick McGee, is also an Irish.

"Also, be careful of the other party's language traps when interviewing the British. Sometimes they deliberately induce American singers to show their rude and uneducated side, such as pronunciation of a few words wrong."

"Uh..." Song Ya looked down at the thick gold chain around her neck, "But I am a hip-hop singer."

"It's okay to keep your personality and personality, but don't give them the opportunity to laugh and sarcasm. In the English-speaking world, their media influence is also very strong. Sony Columbia Records has a far less connection than EDA and Polygon."

"I won't have any problems, but..."

Song Ya stretched out her head and looked at Tony and her followers who were sitting in the cockpit. "M-fxxk will give me some energy! Pay attention to your qualities!"

The executive of the British branch held his forehead with his hands and stopped talking.

After the group got off the plane, Sony Columbia Records UK branch held a small welcome event, with more than 20 fans coming, and a little girl presented flowers to Song Ya.

"Welcome to you aplus." A reporter from BBC No. 2 came forward to say hello. The photographer behind him was already starting shooting.

"Hello." Song Ya shook hands with him, pointing at Fei Ji and others to introduce them one by one.

"If you have a camera, don't be tantrums."

He pulled Feige to his side and whispered.

After the last quarrel, Fei Ji kept throwing a tantrum.

Fei Ji didn't say anything, held his arm, and smiled at the camera perfunctorily.

The group went straight to the location of Sony Columbia Records UK branch in Sinkenton, and "What is the impression of London?" The reporter began to accompany the visit.

"It's very good, very historical." Song Yazhao said nicely.

Staying in a nearby hotel, just at night, some fans spontaneously gathered under the building to cheer their names.

"What are they doing?" Song Ya asked.

"Welcome you." The branch executive opened the balcony door of the hotel room, "wave and say hello to them, and then blew a few kisses."

Song Ya walked to the balcony. The floor was not high. He saw that the twenty people downstairs were still the ones he had seen at the airport. He realized that it might be the "support" found by the branch here. According to the design, he began to smile and wave and blew kisses.

The men performed very hard, and the noise immediately became much louder, accompanied by the screams of women. There were also some reporters at the scene, and they began to press the shutter frequently.

The branch executive pushed Fei Ji over again, and the two hugged each other and showed their affection for a while. Beside them was the photographer of BBC No. 2 carrying the machine.

"Are you in a cold war with Ferge?" The branch executive saw something wrong with Ferge. After the reporter and photographer left, he warned: "This alienated body language cannot be hidden from the audience in front of the TV."

"It's okay, that's more topical."

Song Ya said indifferently: "Don't people just like to explore the emotional lives of celebrities?"

"Too."

The branch executives are no longer worried, "Tomorrow morning is an exclusive interview with BBC's No. 1 radio station, stay alert."

After sending the other party away, Fei Ji silently threw the pillow on the bed on the sofa, and then fell down, as if he had been planning to deal with it all night.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Didn't I give the song to Lisa? You heard me call."

Song Ya went over to scratch her itchy flesh, "I'm not polite if I do this!"

Fei Ji ignored him and hid in the bed again.

"Is it for the albums of Mira and Lisa?" Song Ya thought for a while. He really wanted to put Fei Ji's album on the agenda. The girl signed a newcomer appointment with her for three years. Time had passed unknowingly, and more than a year had passed and she could not be delayed.

Ferge turned over.

"Okay, OK, I know they are all popular now, but you are not bad either. You have participated in my whereistlove and ihateuiloveu, and they are not inferior to them in terms of fame and exposure."

Still no response.

"Hu..." Song Ya breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing he could do. She had no Apocalypse at all recently, so she followed her patiently again, lay opposite her, face to face.

Ferge closed his eyes.

"It's good. In March next year, you will post a specialist. I will change the lyrics of ihateuiloveu and make it a solo version for you. Just treat it as I'll give you your birthday gift. How about it?"

The girl's long eyelashes began to flash.

"Okay, OK, stop pretending, if you do this, you will definitely regret it if I get angry."

Song Ya began to scare her.

She burst out laughing, hugged Song Ya's neck, and buried her head straight into her arms.

"Oh! Little fairy, if you don't teach me a lesson, you're about to ride on my head!"
Chapter completed!