In the circle of Lao Qiao's music, Song Ya is undoubtedly Lao Qiao's person. He is not really attached to work. Nancheng slums follow a kind of gangster's ethical relationship. Generally speaking, he is Lao Qiao.

covered'.

After chatting with Tony and others for a while, he went to greet Eric and the others, "Old Joe wants to see you." Eric put him and Hayden into Old Joe's dressing room.

"Hey! APLUS!"

Lao Qiao saw Song Ya and pointed to a square paper box on the dressing table, "Look, this is the single cover made by the SBK gang. What do you think? Give me some advice."

"Can't it be changed?"

Song Ya took the 12-inch cardboard cover in her hand, and the screen was filled with various products commonly found in second-hand stores. The photographer cleverly used blur to hide all brand and even style information, leaving only a rich collection of products.

The broken color block, the store name at the top was replaced with the song title Thrift

Shop, the word SALE on a white discount sign was replaced with 'Lori and Joe', both using a fat and slightly 'playful' font, which echoed the funny tone of the song very well. Song Ya saw this

Based on the degree of completion, you know that SBK had no intention of asking for Joe's opinion at all, but Daniel's promise was fulfilled, and Joe and Lowry were equal in this single.

"Yeah, I have to talk to Daniel. People in SBK need to respect us more." Lao Qiao complained, but it was just a complaint. He was grinning widely now and was happy.

"Don't move!" the black aunt makeup artist shouted.

Old Qiao, shut up.

After a brief silence, Song Ya and Hayden looked at each other. They both realized that there was nothing to do. "Then I..." Hayden pointed to the door, "Call me if you need anything."

After Hayden left, Song Ya walked around the set, left her pager number with an acquaintance, then moved a folding stool to find a seat behind the director's monitor that would not interfere with the filming, and prepared to watch the MV.

Shooting, but the shooting has not yet started, he took out paper and pen again and began to draft the composition of "To Mandela".

As the sky dawned, the crew officially started filming. All the lights were dimmed, and a simple speaker played the second-hand shop sound. Old Qiao and Little Lori used the dim light of the rising sun to start the performance according to the director's instructions and to match the music.

Without the light, it was impossible to write the composition. Song Ya put away the pen and paper, and Ai Li, who had put on makeup, quietly came over and sat on his lap.

The two young people were rubbing their bodies through their clothes in the dark, and they were very excited. Ellie began to breathe heavily, "After that time, we will..." She gently kissed Song Ya's neck.

"Yeah." Song Ya frowned. It's hard for a child from a poor family to find a place to 'do errands'. He has a cautious personality. He doesn't want to drive without a license, nor does he want to be a wild mandarin duck in school. There is no one at home.

I'm going to Al, there's nothing I can do except hold it in.

"Let's just go get a house. It's just a matter of spending money. We have money now." He thought to himself.

When the sky got bright, the two could only separate. Ellie took out a small makeup mirror to touch up her lipstick and joined the shooting. However, this time she, Connie, Emily and others could only serve as the background. After all, it was a big production.

Of course, the word "big" is relative. Song Ya secretly compared it with the original version. The original version also had a plot of driving a speedboat. It was impossible to do it this time, let alone compared with the sky-high price MVs of Michael Jackson and other superstars of the same era.

.Of course, it cost much more than Lowry’s previous first MV.

The director was a very demanding middle-aged white man, and he drove the entire crew around. No one had time to communicate with a bystander. It was almost noon, and Song Ya was already bored. During a break in filming, he was chatting with Lao Qiao. Suddenly

Hearing Tony, they started making a fuss with whistles and screams.

Song Ya looked over and saw that a bus stopped not far away. The door opened and a dozen white girls stepped out one after another. No matter whether they were blond, black or red-haired, they were all tall and good-looking.

"It's the model invited by SBK." Lao Qiao also put his hand into his mouth and whistled loudly.

The white girls were led by their managers to the vanity van. Tony's ex-girlfriend was not there. She might have been dumped by him. He took the lead and brought the single brothers forward, entangled one by one.

This time Ellie, Connie, Emily and the other black girls all rolled their eyes.

Black people have a fascination with light-colored girls that combines a sense of inferiority and a desire to conquer. Their method of picking up these girls is very simple. They try to buy the odds, strike up a conversation one by one, and if rejected, change to the next one. This is a frivolous method.

It stands to reason that it will never succeed, but women are emotional

Animals in the sample may happen to have one who is unbearably lonely, emotionally injured, or suddenly wants to indulge. As long as there are enough samples, there is always a chance of success. Of course, the 'responsibility' of black people

What the consequences will be is a matter for the future.

Little Lori, who had always dragged her to no end, was also tempted this time. He set his sights very high and took his wingman AK straight to the white girl who came out of a car behind the bus. Unexpectedly, the girl raised her middle finger and rejected him instantly.

The crew burst into laughter.

"Bichi." Little Lori lost face and returned to the dressing room glumly.

"Why does it look familiar?" Song Ya stared at the beautiful girl who was about 1.7 meters tall, with jewel-like green eyes, and a slightly heroic look between her eyebrows. She felt inexplicably angry because of Allie just now.

Rekindled.

"Of course, Milla Jovovich, she used to be very popular." An SBK staff member next to her took over, "You must have seen her advertisements."

"Before?" Song Yaxin said how old this girl is now.

"When I was eleven or two years old, I appeared in many commercials and was voted the most unforgettable woman in the world. Her appearance has become more mature and a little floppy. She became a contracted singer with our company the year before last. There is no way to release a solo album. Now,

It seems like it's a loss-making business. He's still suitable for filming vase shows and accepting print ads." The staff member curled his lips disdainfully, obviously having a bad impression of the girl, "She's spoiled, and she's in the rebellious stage again, so she's very unhappy.

Easy to serve."

Sure enough, after a while, a girl's scream came from the makeup cart, "I want a VIP dressing room! I don't want to put makeup on with them!"

The middle-aged white woman next to the girl came to the director in embarrassment. Judging from her appearance, she should be the girl's mother.

The director scratched his head and came to see Old Qiao, "Qiao, look..."

Lao Qiao is very talkative now, "APLUS, take them there."

"Okay, come with me."

Song Ya led mother and daughter to Lao Qiao's dressing room. The two of them were talking in a foreign language all the way, which sounded like Russian.

"Did you just speak Russian?" After the girl sat in front of the dressing table, he stood outside the door and asked the girl's mother.

"That's right." The other party obviously didn't want to talk to Song Ya, so he responded casually and prepared to close the door of the dressing room.

Song Ya noticed that she was holding Little Lowry's album cassette in her hand, "Let me introduce myself, I am the songwriter of this song, the APLUS." He pointed to the cassette.

"Oh?" This time the other person's eyes lit up and his attitude changed drastically, "Wow, I didn't expect you to be so young. How old are you?"

"fifteen."

"She happens to be the same age as my Mila..." The girl's mother was reserved for a while, but still couldn't hold it back and asked for a song: "Do you have any songs that are suitable for a girl of Mila's age? Uh...she especially likes to sing.

, I can only help her fulfill her dream. For this, we gave up many opportunities in the advertising and film circles... It has been almost two years since we joined SBK, but..."

"Why are you telling outsiders this?"

The girl lost her temper again. She flicked her long hair, chased the makeup artist away, and rushed to the door with her long legs, "FXXXYOU!" Song Ya cursed at the top of her voice, who didn't provoke her, bang.

He slammed the door shut.

"FXXXYOU...FXXXYOU..." Song Yaru was struck by thunder and froze in place. The girl's curses kept echoing in his mind, not because he was hit by the other party's attitude, but...

fxxxyou fxxxyou

fxxxyou very very much

Cause we hate what you do

And we hate your whole crew

So please don"t stay in touch

fxxxyou fxxxyou

fxxxyou very very much

Cause your words don"t translate

And it“s getting quite late
Chapter completed!