Chapter 104 Participating in Activities
On the second day, Song Ya was in the first row of the protest, with Michelle's boyfriend on the left and Pastor Allison on the right. Everyone walked forward slowly, arm in arm. Behind them was a line of people that could not be seen as far as the eye could see. The flags were flying, and various anti-discrimination slogans were written on them, and many people carried homemade placards made of wooden sticks and cardboard shells.
Reporters and photographers were carrying long guns and short cannons, taking pictures while stepping back. Both sides of the road were full of police officers and volunteers maintaining order.
In order to make the public have a sense of intimacy, Song Ya is wearing an ordinary suit and white shirt today, with only a little makeup, her face is solemn, her mouth moves with the slogan, and her expression is very focused.
Of course, this did not prevent him from turning his head to other thoughts.
Boss Kenneth seems to have been fooled by himself for the time being, but there is a flaw in it. The Lockhard and Gardner law firm that represented Tony and later A+ Audio was easy to find out, although not many people seem to know about Cook County State Attorney Peter Flock's The wife was at that firm, but Alicia Flock had defended Tony, and that was easy to find out, too.
Maybe Boss Kenneth has no way to know this, but Pablo...
Even if Pablo didn't know it himself, Barron, the black gold medal lawyer he hired for Little Lowry, must know as an insider in the legal circle. And Pablo was able to talk to Kenneth, so he could only hope that the other party would hide it for him, apparently for Tony's sake.
"Maybe it's time to talk to Pablo first..."
Little Lowry is also back today, and Pablo should be by his side. For celebrities and politicians, this kind of event is a great opportunity to gain prestige, especially when the black group is full of reason this time, it can be said that it is a hundred times to show their faces. Benefit without harm. Song Ya leaned back a little, and did not see Little Lowry in the long first queue. He did not take the same route as Song Ya. Song Ya's team was full of politicians, equal rights activists and others. Pastors and his like, they should have mixed with Quincy Jones and other stars.
Good order can be maintained in the early morning. At nine or ten o'clock in the morning, many anxious men left the team one after another, passed through the police wall, and then unzipped at the slightly behind people and slapped against the wall. They caused even greater chaos to the team, and then some left in a hurry, those who deliberately made trouble, and those who feared that the world would not be chaotic, especially young blacks in their teens and twenties, began to shout more radical slogans in the back row, watching The dazzling array of goods in the shops on both sides of the road shines brightly.
"FXXX! Those little bastards!"
Pastor Allison looked back frequently. As one of the most influential religious figures in South City, he knew the black community too well. "I can't wait anymore, go to Grant Park!" He shouted to Michelle and others.
The photos and videos were almost recorded, and the face was well exposed. Michelle and other organizers discussed together for a while, and decided to shorten the trip and go directly to Grant Park to join other teams.
Song Ya followed them and entered Grant Park after eleven o'clock. The crowd gathered in front of the temporary stage and began to shout slogans, and the order was brought under control again.
Allison breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, let's do this for now, and we'll start distributing food and water later, don't let those brats go hungry, or something will happen."
Song Ya followed Michelle and others and began to evacuate.
"There is your donation here, thank you APLUS." Michelle pointed to the hot dogs wrapped in aluminum foil carried by the volunteers. Song Ya donated 30,000 dollars for this event.
"A little contribution."
Song Ya replied with a smile, of course he would not eat hot dogs with ordinary people here, not because his mouth has become tricky, but as a star, it doesn't matter if he appears on stage, if he appears off stage, it will easily cause a large-scale commotion. Before all the teams meet up now, there are not many people in Grant Park, so we have to leave quickly.
Say goodbye to Michelle and others,
He got into Hayden's car outside the park.
"Quincy Jones is looking for you." Hayden handed over the phone.
Song Ya checked the pager she carried with her, and sure enough, there were the mobile numbers of Quincy Jones, Little Lowry and others.
He returned a few calls and asked Hayden to drive to a nearby five-star hotel.
The two took the elevator to the door of a presidential suite on the top floor, and saw the familiar team of Tony, AK, 'Muffler' and other stars.
"Hey! My good brother." Tony came and hugged him, and then there was another fist bump.
"No trouble recently, right?" Song Ya asked.
"No, how dare I." Tony smiled hippie.
"Don't make trouble, be good." Song Ya walked into the room, where Little Lowry was playing baccarat with a few black stars around the poker table. Judging from the high piles of cash on the poker table, they played quite well big.
Little Lowry saw him sticking out his fist, and after the two touched each other, other stars also recognized him, "Hey, APLUS!"
Among the others, Songya only recognized Will Smith, who had also been shortlisted for the Grammy this year, and it seemed that he had been shortlisted for three consecutive years. He also won the Best Rap Performance Award at the 31st Grammy the year before last. But this guy seems to be a big spender just like Little Lowry. It was rumored that he was on the verge of bankruptcy last year. Now he doesn't know if the financial problem is resolved or not, so he is betting so much. He is currently messing with Quincy Jones.
After greeting them, "APLUS, here." Quincy Jones waved to him from the balcony.
In Song Ya's past, the balcony of the presidential suite was invincibly large, overlooking Grant Park in the distance. Quincy Jones and Pablo and other older people were sitting on lounge chairs, tasting wine and chatting leisurely. These guys don't know whether they are here to participate in the protest or for vacation, they are more perfunctory than Song Ya.
Song Ya found a place to sit down, took the wine glass handed by Pablo, and socialized first, "Uh, I want to talk to you about something, is it convenient?"
Pablo nodded, and the two walked into the study.
"Uh, the boss came to me yesterday." Song Ya said what he could say in a secretive way.
"It's okay, you're also doing it for Tony, I know what to say to the boss." Pablo was very loyal on this point, "Quincy Jones seems to have ideas about your record company, be careful." He whispered.
"Oh?" Song Ya was secretly surprised, and returned to the balcony with Pablo. After a while, Quincy Jones really proposed to talk alone.
This top figure in the black music industry is also first-class, and after a few words, he even proposed to buy Song Ya's A+ record for 10 million dollars, of course, with Song Ya's five-year singer appointment.
"You signed a distribution agreement with Columbia Records for your first album, right?" Quincy Jones said, "If I buy your record company, you can get rid of the tedious company affairs and concentrate on making your first album, and then the remaining two albums will be released." It will be completed within five years. Don’t worry, I’m a star-making master, MJ, Will Smith, and those guys who won the Grammy recently, all of them are supported by me..."
He didn't know where he got the news about Song Ya's loan from the bank, "The ten million will be cashed after signing the contract, and you don't have to look for money all over the world anymore."
However, he seems to regard Song Ya as a big spender like Lowry Jr. and Will Smith. In addition to frequently mentioning the 10 million, he also hinted at his influence on the Grammy jury, "With me Sign the contract, and you will never fail the Grammys like this year."
As a time traveler, Song Ya wouldn't sign this kind of contract with someone, ten million dollars for five years? To send beggars away! Even if the other party is Quincy Jones, who is known as the Grammy harvester, it will not work, he resolutely declined.
"I'm going to..." Quincy Jones pointed to the stars playing cards in the living room, "Take this opportunity to gather a group of stars to come up with a classic anti-discrimination song, just like MJ's We are the world back then, that song was also written by me. Produced, the influence is all over the world. Sign a contract with me, this time you will also count as one, how about it?"
Quincy Jones added another condition.
Song Ya still shook her head, "Sorry, I just want to make my own music."
Quincy Jones expressed his understanding, and returned to the balcony with Song Ya kindly. As for what he thought in his heart, he didn't know. He was not the kind of happy and angry person like Little Lowry.
In the evening, Song Ya returned to the backstage of the stage in Grant Park. He didn't have any suitable repertoire for this occasion, so he would only take the stage with everyone in the final stage, and by the way, have another wave of presence in front of the media.
"In 1966, Dr. King's 'Where Are We Going' was published, and here we held a successful rally against the Vietnam War against racism..."
"In 1986, we are here again..."
Pastor Allison on the stage was delivering an impassioned speech.
Song Ya listened, and the melody sounded again in his mind.
Ooh woo I'm a rebel just for kicks now
I have been feeling it since 1966 now
Might be over now but I feel it still
Ooh woo I'm a rebel just for kicks now
Let me kick it like it's 1986 now
Might be over now but I feel it still
Might of had your fill but you feel it still