Chapter 139 Sister

"Thank you for coming! The final candidate will be announced separately!"

When the dancers were almost done, Delay stopped the music and announced with open arms.

Song Ya hid in the office and didn't show up until everyone left in twos and threes. They helped Mawota move the equipment back to the car, "Dilai, I have a new idea, let's go back to the recording studio."

He couldn't wait, the eighth apocalypse song show me the money is not outstanding compared to other apocalypse songs, but it is better because the accompaniment is simple, the singing is not difficult, the production speed should be very fast, and it seems to be a movie soundtrack, even the official mv None, he plans to not release a single like feel it still, and put it into the future first album after recording.

"The trumpet song is still in the recording and accompaniment stage..." Delay reminded.

"There is no rush to release the two songs. Remember the name and empire state of mind will take a while to promote, but while I have free time now, I will record them first and then talk about them."

The trumpet song is more complicated. Song Ya wants to get Sony Columbia Records for post-processing, and this song show me the money is going to be the first single completely independently produced by A+ Records.

Several people returned to A+ Records, a team of trumpeters were practicing in the studio, and Andrew and Henry sat in front of the computer in the control room unchanged.

"Hey, aplus!"

The trumpeters stopped playing when they saw Song Ya, "We are almost done practicing, just waiting for you!"

"ok!"

The trumpet is his special skill. According to his expectation, if there is an opportunity to perform live in the future, he can show off his trumpet on stage, so he must participate in the accompaniment recording stage.

"Da da, da da da da, da da..."

He took out his own trumpet from the office, played and twisted all the way into the recording studio, the music did not need extra language, the trumpeters adjusted for a while, and quickly joined in along his rhythm.

"Very good, I will do it again later, pay attention..."

De Lai supervised the corrections over and over again. The cheerful music really immerses people in it. The trumpeters were a little cautious at first, and some people would deliberately flatter Song Ya, but after three or five times, everyone's emotions gradually improved. , You have some problems with the sound processing. I missed a beat just now. Everything revolves around the music.

Discussion is very pure.

This team of trumpeters was hired from the top local wind band in Chicago, which is much higher than Song Ya, the chief of the middle school band. Of course, they have nothing to do with the promotion in the future. Song Ya’s trumpeter experience and participation in the accompaniment is a selling point and must be highlighted.

"See you tomorrow." A few hours passed without knowing it, and after the recording ended, Song Ya sent the trumpeters out of the recording studio.

"Hayden?" He saw Hayden waiting outside, "Why did you come back so soon?"

"Let's go to the office and talk." Hayden pulled him into the office, took out a video tape and stuffed it into the VCR.

"What's wrong?"

It is the logo of a small local TV station in New York. Song Ya saw a scene on the street. It kept shaking at first, as if the cameraman was running, and then stopped Mariah Carey who had just left at the door of a building. There were many The reporter was there, and the camera pointed at her from above the bodyguard's shoulder, "Hey, Miss Kelly, can I answer a question about your sister?" a reporter asked.

Mariah Carey, wearing sunglasses, immediately covered her face with her hand, and walked towards the car without saying a word, "I heard that your sister is living in a very difficult life, and she hasn't received any care from you. Is that true?" Reporter Don't give up.

"That's not true!" The female assistant beside her responded with help.

"Then what are the facts?" the reporters asked.

The female assistant didn't reply anymore, she got into the car with Mariah Carey, escaped from the chase of the reporters, and walked away.

"That's it?"

Song Ya didn't understand, "Is there anything abnormal about this?"

"Very abnormal."

Hayden changed the tape again, it was the interview screen of Mariah Carey's sister singing last time, "Look at the background of the screen." He reminded.

The background is a bookshelf. Judging from the furnishings and books on the shelf, it is at least a middle-class family in the United States.

"So? Her sister's family conditions are obviously good. What those reporters said about living in distress is completely nonsense." Song Ya asked.

"That's not her home, it should be recorded on TV..." Hayden rewinds the tape and freezes the scene, pointing to a small trophy on the bookshelf, "Look, her father is an engineer, there can't be such a journalism award at home trophy."

"Could you stop being a fool?" Song Ya was confused by him.

Hayden smiled and took out a tabloid from his pocket.

Song Ya impatiently took it out of his hand and flipped through it. It vividly described how difficult her sister was. She asked Mariah Carey for help several times but got no response, and then hinted that her sister started to manage the flesh and blood business in order to make a living.

Hayden turned on the radio again, and the radio DJ inside was talking about it, "It doesn't matter how many family members a star has after becoming famous, but it's really rare to be as decisive as Mariah Carey. This album is still at the top of Billboard's album sales list, how much money does she earn? But she is so stingy that she doesn't give a dime to her biological sister, watching her fall because of the pressure of life..."

"wtf..." Song Yaxin said when did America value family affection so much, especially when the DJ with a black accent said such righteous words, it was even more funny.

"Does it look abnormal?"

Hayden changed another station, and the black DJ inside was also talking about this matter, and his point of view was even weirder, "Mariah Carey is white, let me say it again, after her parents divorced, she was raised by a white mother. It's also white, and she doesn't want to have any contact with her black father, it's very normal that her sister who grew up with her father can't get her care..."

"At the beginning, hyping her sister's singing voice attracted the public's attention. Then yesterday, she began to report that her sister's life was in distress. Today, new materials broke out one after another, pointing at Mariah Carey's character problems. This is the standard The smearing steps, combined with the fact that all the small local TV stations, tabloids and radio stations involved have no affiliation relationship, but they cooperate so tacitly, there must be a master behind everything directing everything." Hayden said: "Now it is getting worse. "

"What does this have to do with me? She's so popular, it's normal for someone to want to pull her down as a diva. Motura should be able to handle it well. He's so powerful."

Song Ya asked him, "Did the real estate agent in Tribeca help me find it?"

"Of course, what the United States lacks most is a real estate agent." Hayden turned off the radio, "This matter definitely has something to do with you, you will be on stage with her in a few days, and there will definitely be reporters trying to get you Express your position. Sony Columbia is still silent on this matter, you'd better call there and discuss a unified caliber."

"Don't you just tell me the key points and it's over? It's such a big circle."

Song Ya picked up the phone and dialed, "Hello, Walter..."

"It's all going well for me, I read the news, Miss Kelly..."

"Yes, what should I say?"

After a few words, he hung up the phone, "Walt asked me to refuse to answer relevant questions." He said to Hayden, thought again, and called Mariah Carey.

"Hello." The voice from the microphone was tired.

"I read the news and my agent told me..."

In the middle of Song Ya's speech, Mariah Carey sobbed over there, "I gave her money, I swear I did..." She cried aggrievedly like a little girl, "Why does she still have money with her?" Others partnered to harm me..."

"Mary!" Motula's stern voice suddenly came from beside her, "Didn't I tell you, don't answer the phone by the way! Don't talk about that matter!"

"It's Aplus! Can't you answer your friends' calls?" Mariah Carey protested.

There was a noise from the microphone, and Motula took the mobile phone, "Aplus, don't answer any questions about this matter to the media."

"I know, I talked to Walt." Song Ya replied.

"Okay, when I find out who is behind the scenes, I will never forgive him!"

It was the first time Song Ya heard Motura speak in that vicious tone.

"By the way, don't you have a good relationship with DJs from all over the world? Also help me find out who they have taken advantage of. At present, this matter has a tendency to cause a nationwide discussion. We must first stop the mouths of DJs. Those black people …In order to attract the audience, the African-American dj made up more and more outrageous lies!" Motula said.

"Isn't it?"

Song Ya didn't think it was a big deal. "From a black point of view, shouldn't black DJs feel embarrassed about this matter? Her parents divorced, Miss Kelly became a singer with a white mother, and she followed a black father. My sister was reduced to relying on flesh and blood to make a living..."

"Huh?"

Motula paused, as if he had been inspired, "Your perspective... makes sense, we can... um... don't get involved in this matter, remember, don't make any response to this matter."

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