Song Ya seemed to be worrying unfounded. In the evening, Lori's phone call came directly to her home, telling Tony that the filming of his first MV would begin soon.

Ten days later, on Sunday, at one o'clock in the afternoon, the four brothers and sisters came out of the cave together.

Tony hugged a woman with a hot figure, and the two of them were so sticky that they could not walk straight. From time to time, explicit love words and giggles reached the ears of those behind.

"Bichi."

Connie pouted disdainfully at the exaggerated hip curve of the black girl in front of her, and whispered to Song Ya: "Look at this disgusting butt. It was never this big when she was with Tony before. I didn't know that the two of them broke up.

How many men has she crawled into during this period of time!"

Song Ya, who held Emily's little hand, smiled and did not respond.

The relationship between men and women here is very chaotic, separation and separation are as common as eating and drinking. Tony went to make a phone call. As soon as his ex-girlfriend heard about the opportunity to appear in the music video, she immediately changed her mind.

No wonder Connie is upset.

However, Song Ya, who has traveled through time for almost a month, already has a very thorough understanding of Tony's rough and subtle character, and it's not clear who is playing with whose feelings.

The group of people crossed the street and came to the signboard of 'XX Dance Studio'. 'Muffler', wearing a suit and sunglasses, was guarding the door with AK on the left and right.

"Hey~ look, look who this is? I almost don't dare to recognize it!"

Tony stepped forward and made fun of "muffler", and the other party responded with a shy smile.

"Okay, hurry up and get down to business. We can only rent the venue until five o'clock, and the neighborhood is very unsafe at night."

After AK said hello, he took out a stack of documents and distributed them neatly to everyone.

Song Ya took a cursory look at the piece of paper that was thrust into her hand. It should be a document regarding the authorization to use her personal image in the MV. "We are under 18 years old. Do we not need the guardian's consent to sign this?" He was a little confused.

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"You will die if you don't speak, right?"

With one wave of his hand, Tony threw the pen into Song Ya's hand, pointed at his head, and said to AK: "Ignore him, he has been having some problems here recently."

AK patted Song Ya on the shoulder and explained with a smile, "Normally no one cares about these small details."

While Song Ya was signing, he said to Tony: "After entering, help Al maintain order. Once the filming officially starts, everything will follow the director's instructions."

"Don't worry, leave it all to me."

Tony walked into the door first and kissed his ex-girlfriend hard on the cheek, "Did you hear that? From today on, I will be in the entertainment industry."

Connie rolled her eyes behind her.

From the first day she traveled through time, Song Ya never stopped observing everything around her. Since the deterioration of public security, Chicago has tightened the approval of entertainment venues, especially nightclubs that are allowed to sell alcohol. It can be said that there are people standing behind every one.

He is a man who takes both black and white, making money every day.

Judging from the obvious hippie-style graffiti of the 1970s and 1980s in the passage behind the door, the facilities and decorations in disrepair, the faint smell of urine in the corner, and the old-fashioned central dance floor, this 'dance studio' used to be

It was a discotheque that became outdated and had to be transformed into a dance teaching venue.

In addition to the director and a few staff who were playing with the equipment, two to thirty young men and women on the dance floor had already begun to twist their bodies to the music, and the atmosphere was good.

The music playing was Little Lowry's rap album. Song Ya's first impression was... that it really didn't sound good. They were both chanting, and Little Lowry's songs were obviously much more mediocre than those often played on the radio, especially the lyrics.

Pass it and forget it.

"Hey! Tony!"

Al waved to Tony from the DJ booth, "Come here!"

Tony ran over and hung the monitoring headphones around Tony's neck. "Don't change any settings. Just remember this volume knob. When I give you a signal..." He taught Tony some simple operations.

"clear!"

Tony excitedly put on the monitoring headphones and immediately began to twist them exaggeratedly to the music. His hands continued to make virtual moves on the controller, pretending to be something like that.

"Hey! Isn't this Tony?"

As soon as Al walked away, a young girl with heavy makeup immediately approached her, "Do you remember me? I'm in the eleventh level..."

"Bichi!"

The ex-girlfriend cursed and rushed over to declare her sovereignty.

Song Ya saw everything in her eyes and thought of the five-and-six 'silencers' at the door. Who would have thought that just ten days ago, the two of them were losers who had just been kicked off the rugby team. Look again

Now!

"So, Tony's 'career' plan is completely successful!" He sighed in his heart.

"Let's hurry!"

Connie's attention was completely on the dance floor, and she found that Al had already begun to arrange the positions, and she quickly pulled Song Ya and Emily over.

"Hey, APLUS!" Al winked at Song Ya, well, ten days have passed and his nickname has been spread to everyone.

Connie got her wish and stood in a prominent position with Song Ya. Tony's ex-girlfriend came next to her, while Emily and several peers were assigned to the front row.

"Everyone! Everyone!"

The director was the only white person in the room today. After adjusting the machine, he stood behind the camera and opened his arms and shouted.

Al snapped his fingers at Tony and Tony turned off the music.

"When the filming starts later, everyone's eyes will be focused on me..." The director began to talk at length about various precautions.

In fact, this is the most economical kind of MV. The singer sings in the front and the people behind follow the music and that's it.

"OK, get ready to start." After the director finished explaining, he went back and stared at the viewfinder.

Several high-power fill lights are turned on at the same time.

Tony restarted the music at Al's signal, "Action!" the director shouted.

There is no limit to racial talent. Everyone looks the same when twisting, and everyone can improvise, and the atmosphere on the dance floor is getting more and more exciting.

"Stuck!" The director suddenly shouted, the music stopped, and he pointed at Song Ya, "You! What I'm saying is, don't look left and right! Find the right beat! The beat!"

"Oh! Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Song Ya felt like she was about to suffer.

Sure enough, after a while, the director called stop again, and it was Song Ya again.

"You stand in the back row!"

"Card!"

"You! It's still you! Stand back!"

Song Ya was a little annoyed. He didn't know how to dance. Then the body odor mixed with perfume in the crowd was so strong that he was a little out of breath. "Forget it, I won't dance." He simply left the stage and retreated to Tony's.

around.

"You have a problem! You have a big problem!" Tony stared at him, furious, "Do you think there are many opportunities like this!?"

Song Ya shrugged, "I'm not very used to this kind of situation."

The director was so happy that little Lowry happened to appear on the sidelines and immediately diverted everyone's attention.

"Everyone is welcome, Lolo Lolorie!" Al shouted to create an atmosphere.

All the young women started screaming…

Little Lowry has already put on makeup and is dressed very smartly. Unlike other rappers, he has no tattoos and does not wear any gang signs. There are no killing, poisoning, fucking, or even too much foul language in the lyrics.

Not a few words.

Apart from being a little self-centered, Song Ya had a good impression of him.

Little Lowry stood in the C position, and the director announced that filming had officially started.

I didn’t feel it when I was dancing on the court, but when I was a bystander, I felt that time passed very slowly. “I’m going to go out and get some fresh air,” he said to Tony.

Tony was high on his headphones, his eyes focused on Al in the middle of the field. He kept remembering what Al told him to pay attention to, and he was extremely focused.

But Al is busy now. Al is responsible for the ventriloquism part of rapping, which is to simulate the sound of drums and other musical instruments. This kind of performance seems to be popular now. He stood next to little Lori and moved towards the camera.

What about playing times? Of course, they are all lip-synced.

So Song Ya avoided the camera and walked out alone. Unexpectedly, she remembered the wrong direction, followed the passage, and walked into an office inside the building.

"DJs in major cities have received our unofficial albums in the mail. Do you want to know how they responded?"

A super rich black bass came from the office.

"Say it," the other person responded.

"Philby from Philadelphia said that if a person sings like a girl, looks like a girl, and has lyrics like a girl, then he's a pussy. Loud from Miami said he wouldn't admit it was rap music.

The BOI in Atlanta asked us to stay up north and eat X, the New Yorkers said the music in the dumpsters in Brooklyn was better than ours, and Los Angeles sent us some records back and asked us to listen to what real music is!"

"Whose responsibility is it! You didn't listen to me as an agent. My plan was to make a name for myself in Chicago first, and then across the country..."

"No reputation! All the DJs in Chicago are only interested in my face and my money!"

"We can also give money to Philadelphia, money to New York..."

"FXXX! That's a bottomless pit! And it's too late to give money now. That can only prevent them from being the first evildoers to jump out. Those shameless bastards who take advantage of the highs and lows will jump out without any lower limit when they smell blood.

Laugh at Lori, laugh at you, laugh at me, laugh at everything!"

"Then... then leave them alone. When the MV comes out, we can focus on the young female market. Lori's image is very popular among girls."

"This is the only way, but my record company is a small business and cannot take big risks. The number of the first batch of cassettes has been reduced to 5,000, and they are only distributed in Chicago. The recording of vinyl records and digital CDs has been suspended, waiting for the MV to be released on the TV station

Make plans after promotion.”

"FXXX! Five thousand? That would be the same as admitting defeat before the war even begins. It would be equivalent to admitting to ourselves that we are finished!"

"We're done!"

"No, at least 10,000. Now a dog's record can sell for 10,000."

"Six thousand."

"Eight thousand..."
Chapter completed!