Chapter 1077? Requiem for a Dream

On January 4, 1997, in the afternoon, Song Ya looked up after going out, and it was okay, it was cloudy, but there was no sign of snow.

Get into the car in a good mood.

Last night with Rashida again...

In fact, thinking about Quincy Jones's face now is not too annoying, maybe this is Aiwujiwu.

"..."

He hummed a few lines, then chatted with Linda about the new A+ record and Metropolis.

The black Mercedes-Benz convoy drove all the way out of the city.

"Fergie and Mira are both releasing albums this year, and Dion Wilson will be releasing albums under the stage name of N. this year, as well as Destiny's Child in Metropolis and..."

Linda recounted the basic situation, "Fergie asked you for the title song."

"Just the Sayso."

Song Ya has already prepared the lyrics and music, "But don't give it to her right away, let it air out, the company will help her prepare the other songs in the album first."

Fergie and her manager, Pai Kingsley, took advantage of the contract change and knocked herself a signing fee, causing a rebellion? Hehe, I had to compromise at the time, and I definitely had to show some color afterwards, "You know Fergie's character, observe first, and then allow her to come to me when you feel that she is really impatient, that's all."

Linda shook her head and laughed, "What about Mira? Even David Geffen knows that you prepared a title song for this."

"Also ready, uh..."

Song Ya thought for a while, "She's a bit lazy, you wait for her to practice the other songs in the album first, the most important thing is to be proficient in cooperating with rock bands, this year we are the main push for her, and Mr. Geffen also means the same, then come There will definitely be a variety of live performance opportunities.”

"OK, Dion?"

"He can take care of himself."

Dion Wilson himself is a high-level producer. Starting this year, in addition to the director of the production department of the new A+ record, he will also serve as the executive vice president. Song Ya doesn't have enough apocalyptic songs for his own use, so he can't give him any songs.

"Your sister Emily?" Linda asked Destiny's Child again.

"I can't write songs for girl groups."

This Song Ya really can't help, there is no apocalyptic song of the female rhythm and blues group in his hand, and it is difficult for a smart woman to cook without rice. If I had known earlier, I would have saved the songs that were given to Brenda until now. Speaking of which, the song IfIWereaBoy, which was given to his ex-wife, was sung by the future Beyoncé. Why don't you think of ways to organize more group activities and come up with a song called "Apocalypse" to return to Beyoncé? He pondered.

"Brenda?" Linda just asked.

"hehe……"

Still taking the apocalypse song to send that troublemaker? I'm not cheap, but Linda's husband is Brenda's agent, and Song Ya didn't say anything weird about it because of this.

Speaking of Brenda, I almost forgot to call my ex-wife, "Give me my cell phone."

The phone is connected, "Mimi..."

"En." Mariah Carey answered coldly on the other end of the phone.

"I'm free now, why don't you ask someone to bring little Lei Jia to my place for a while? I see that you arranged a lot of activities and commercial performances at the beginning of the year..." Song Ya missed Lei Jia, and it happened that Xue Linfen was six No. go.

"Dream! My son won't leave New York!" She scolded angrily, "My commercial performances are all nearby, and I'm not as busy as you think. My main job is to record this year's new album."

"New album? Oh yes..."

Song Ya remembered that the original soundtrack album of Titanic was produced by Sony Columbia Records, so she told the news to her ex-wife, "210 million super production, if there is a theme song, would you like to sing it? It happens to be on this year's New, I'm very influential on that project now."

"huh,

I know, 60 million to please men. "She was eccentric.

"Just be careful, you still don't know who I am?" Song Ya was uncomfortable mentioning this.

"Who are you!? Ang? A scumbag!"

"Okay, okay, don't make noise, let's get down to business... Why do you keep interrupting? I just want to pick up little Lei Jia..."

"I won't let little Rhaegar go to your women's den! Hmph! Now the courts of old ladies can line up from Broadway to Wall Street! Real estate tycoons, football stars, singers, movie stars, those who are richer than you are more dedicated than you Younger and more handsome than you, let me choose!"

Anyway, the ex-wife had this temper, and suddenly started yelling non-stop on the phone. Song Ya's head hurt from the noise, so she hung up and asked to be clean.

"arrive."

Old Mike stopped the car.

"Jimmy, prepare the test materials. We will start intensive study in two days..." Song Ya finished the last call, threw the phone back to Linda, pushed the door and got off the car.

"call!"

The wind was stronger than in Highland Park, and the temperature seemed to be a little lower. He got out of the car and took a deep breath of the refreshing cold air, refreshing himself.

The snow hasn't melted yet, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness, where the distant skyline and the gloomy sky meet, and the boundary is hard to distinguish.

"It won't snow tomorrow, will it?"

In front of him is the future headquarters of A+CN and A+ Records. Some prefabricated houses and construction machinery are concentrated in the foundation construction area. Tomorrow, the governor and other politicians will come to hold the foundation stone laying ceremony. He is most worried about the weather, because the ceremony site is only built A large temporary canvas tarpaulin in the open air can only barely cover the podium and viewing seats.

"The weather forecast says no." Old Mike looked at the busy workers in the distance and asked, "Your body armor..."

"Here." Song Ya patted his chest, stiffly, "I really hope to take him off sooner, Mike."

Only Old Mike could understand, humming.

In fact, today he will not go to the construction area at all, and he will not have any opportunities to communicate with the workers. He mainly came to inspect the preparations for the foundation stone laying ceremony. After all, the governor and mayor will attend in person, and the media will also report on this important event.

A group of people walked into the big canopy. Ms. Sloan was standing on the podium and fiddling with the direction of the microphone. Gordon, the president of A+CN, was also present, directing the staff to arrange the on-site camera positions.

"Hey, Gordon, talk?"

"OK."

He said hello and walked over, staring with Gordon at the cornerstone half buried in the soil outside the awning, with a few shovels sticking beside it, which he had requested himself.

"Damburton did a good job."

He praised while checking the corporate information on the cornerstone.

"Hehe, those hypocritical conservative white people... I have seen through them for so many years in the media." Gordon replied.

That kind of thing, there are many black politicians who do it. Of course, Song Ya didn't say such unsightly things, and kicked a piece of dirt towards the cornerstone, smashing it to pieces.

"Tomorrow's most important thing is over there." Gordon didn't say much, and took him to the front of the viewing seats. The backs of the chairs in the first three rows were all pasted with the names of politicians who will be present tomorrow and their family members or entourages.

Etiquette and etiquette, name and reality, Westerners are also very particular about this, it is best not to make a big mistake in the ranking, for example, it will offend people if you put the little Chicago Daley in the back row. In fact, it is more rigorous to put everyone's photos on the seats, and the organizer and public relations personnel will carefully discuss the replacement method, because they are afraid that the staff responsible for ushering the seats will cause misunderstandings because they do not know the guests themselves.

"Let me see."

Sloan took out a list of people present, and Song Ya wanted to come over and match the notes on the seats one by one, "Governor Flock and his chief of staff Eli are sitting here, um... Little Daly with his wife and children ... How many children? This is the state representative of the local constituency, right?"

"Their entourage will also come to make final confirmation before tomorrow's ceremony."

Seeing that Song Ya was so entangled, Sloan reminded.

"Yes."

I didn't feel that there was any problem. Both Sloan and Gordon were the most professional in this kind of thing, so Song Ya was relieved.

"APLUS!? Ha, you're here!"

A middle-aged white man wearing a construction helmet outside called himself affectionately. Song Ya turned his head and saw, oh, it was Kozko, the governor's close friend of the real estate developer.

A+ Real Estate bought the land of Old Barn for 5 million, and was responsible for part of the infrastructure construction, and then A+CN and A+ Records paid more money to buy the land needed by their respective headquarters, and introduced builders to start construction. This is roughly the process. .

Since there was no need to please the builder in the jurisdiction where the original Bahn fluorescent agent factory was located, part of the construction project here was handed over to Kozko's construction company in exchange for the governor's interests.

Kozko also got the news in advance from the governor to buy some nearby farmland. As for how they will be divided afterwards, Song Ya doesn't want to care.

"If you ask me, the efficiency of our system is too low. The mayor should be subordinate to the governor, and the counties are the same! Are you right?"

The two walked out of the tent and walked to a secluded place, Kozko suddenly felt emotional.

No, is it you or Peter? Song Ya gave him a strange look. Before Peter became governor, his status in the Illinois political arena was much lower than that of Daly Jr. and Underwood...he was a prisoner with a dark history.

"Maybe," he replied.

"Look... over here... over there..."

But Kozko is a self-made practical man after all. After rambling a few words, he asked his subordinates for a long drawing tube, took out the construction drawings inside and explained, "The renderings in the future..."

The two bosses, Gordon and Linda, also surrounded him with concern.

In short, no matter how Gordon doesn't like this place, the matter has been settled. He pointed to the tall antenna tower on the future headquarters building of A+CN and began to comment, "I feel that it needs to be reinforced. It's very windy here. We Satellite receiver pot..."

"Um?"

Song Ya was concentrating on listening, and suddenly felt a little cool on his head, and saw that a few crystal snowflakes had fallen on the sleeves of the windbreaker, "Damn it! Didn't the weather forecast say..."

Old Mike shrugged.

The snowflakes are as big as goose feathers, but fortunately, they are only sporadic and floating in the air at present, which is nothing in winter in Chicago.

After this little episode, Song Ya didn't bother to listen to Kozko's chanting of technical terms, and walked alone to a small mound in the distance, looking around, the sky was getting more and more gloomy, but his mood was not affected much, Looking at the foundation under construction in the distance, I thought to myself that according to Kozko's beautiful renderings, there will be two buildings and a series of auxiliary facilities rising here in the future...

These are all six years, no, seven years of hard work with one hand and one foot!

Huge construction sites and high-rise buildings are right in front of you. The pleasure of seeing real objects, especially land and real estate, seems to be more direct and stimulating than the hundreds of millions of figures in the stock account.

He couldn't help being full of pride, and he opened his arms as if embracing the tall buildings in the future.

'Ah... ding ding dong dong, ding ding dong dong...'

Cool! At this time, the apocalypse music came again, it seemed to be a pure symphony, mixed with human voice like BabaYetu, but more grand and aggressive, since the apocalypse Can'tHoldU, all the later ones were movie clips, I thought God would not give it Singing hahaha...

The cello and violin parts are very comfortable, but it should not be of the gospel type. The rhythm is progressive and faster and faster. It feels a bit like Hans Zimmer's soundtrack for the movie Bravely Killing Island, great!

"Look, I will live up to the gift, all the way to the top..."

He closed his eyes and made a secret wish.

"Brothers, grazing is not allowed here for a long time!"

Mawota, who was standing guard in the distance, interrupted his thoughts, frowned, opened his eyes, oh, those three red-necked farmers and herdsmen rode over from a distance, and the leader saw himself standing straight on the stirrups Body, waved to this side greatly.

"It's okay, let them come over after checking."

It just so happened that Kozko was also there, probably because of the farmland deal again.

But the apocalypse music in his head was good or bad, but it gradually became unbearably fast, and the next paragraph, the sound was too loud, and there were more dull drums and ear-piercing cymbals, which disturbed him.

"Hey! Don't touch my stuff!"

The cowboy over there also quarreled with Mawota, so he had to fight against the "by-products" of the apocalypse: dizziness and discomfort in the head and eardrums.

In the third paragraph of 'Boom', after a heavy drumbeat, the music was even louder and faster.

"Hey! It's almost ready..." he thought to himself.

"BOSS!"

No, it seems that there are gunshots and horseshoes in the middle? No, no, Mawota seemed to be calling himself, the voice was very shrill.

He raised his head and looked over there, only to realize that three cowboys were riding straight towards him, and the one in the lead raised his hand, 'Bang! ’ It was really a gunshot...

He felt as if he had been stung by a bee at the nest of his neck, and his hands and whole body subconsciously hunched up in an instant. He pressed the place with his right hand, and by the way, he saw clearly the vicious white man's face that rushed to him in an instant, and his beard was shaved clean. , not the cowboy I saw last time at all.

Is he holding an AK? It seems to be the same style as the one with the red neck in the Apocalypse song MV?

'Deng thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump...'

"Hey..."

There seems to be something flowing out from the gap between the fingers pressing the neck, and the movement of the world seems to slow down suddenly, what am I still thinking about! ? He turned and ran.

"Fxxk!"

The AK in the opponent's hand seemed to be jammed, and he cursed loudly behind his back and kept pulling the trigger.

"Mike! Help..."

There seemed to be some fishy and sweet liquid spraying out of his mouth.

He saw old Mike waving and yelling at him and drawing a gun from his back, and Linda and Sloan hugged each other in horror.

'Deng thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump...'

What do you want me to do? More and more chaotic gunshots and screams, fear, fear, unwillingness, and the apocalypse music echoing in my head... I couldn't hear it clearly.

Suddenly, it seemed as if he was hit by a train on his back, "Ah!" He lost his balance, and his whole body trembled a few times like a hip-hop dancer, and then he fell to the ground, his jaw was knocked, and it hurt.

"Ahhh..." He saw the blood in his mouth making a long red trail on the ground in front of him, 'Boom! Boom! ’ Got hit twice on the body and legs? Three times? "Ah ah woo woo ang ang... Mike, I don't want to die..."

The will to survive made him reach out and grab the snow and dirt on the ground, struggling to crawl forward, crying and wailing.

'Deng thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump...'

"I don't want to die..."

He heard the sound of old Mike squatting beside him and shooting, the symphony stopped abruptly, and then his mind suddenly seemed to be disconnected, and he lost consciousness.

"APLUS! Alexander! Alex! Song!"

After being dazed for an unknown amount of time, he woke up again. He seemed to be already in the car, with some bumps. Old Mike kept turning his head while driving, with a hideous look on his face.

A hand was pressing on his neck.

"I……"

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't. It was extremely cold, his teeth were trembling, thick blood was clogging his throat, and his body hurt everywhere. Countless fragments of memories flashed back in his mind like a movie, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe...Mike..."