Chapter 215 Finalist for AMA

In the afternoon of the second day, there was only one round left to enter the semi-finals, and the great achievement of credits was completed. The big score came to one to one. Song Ya in the rest area opened his mouth wide, breathing the air greedily like a bellows. In front of him, keep fanning him with a towel to cool him down.

"Pay attention to defending your backhand area!" The physical education teacher handed over the purified water with a bottle of drink in each hand.

Song Ya poured pure water on his head indiscriminately, "To put it simply, the opponent is left-handed, and I'm not used to it." He took another bottle of Gatorade and drank it.

"Reporter, the reporter is here..." the physical education teacher reminded in a low voice.

A reporter walked to Song Ya's side, squatted down and snapped a few photos, and began to change positions again.

Song Ya sat up straight, chest out, trying not to look so embarrassed.

"S!" Denise led the fans to cheer him on neatly.

"APLUS, get ready." The staff came to remind.

Song Ya stood up, and took off the soaked POLO shirt casually, revealing her muscular upper body and already-looking abdominal muscles.

"Ah! Ah!" Denise and other female fans screamed.

"Backhand! The lower left corner!" The physical education teacher gave the last advice.

"Got it, got it." Song Ya took out a clean jersey from the bag and put it on, changed into a new racket, waved to the audience, and stepped onto the field.

'Boom! '

Song Ya's serve was powerful and heavy, hitting the wall hard, bounced back, and the opponent had difficulty catching it.

It is a bit difficult to enter the stalemate stage. Now he is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and his lateral movement speed is average. It is inevitable that he will be clumsy when he is targeted by the light left-handed opponent. But there is no other good way, only to grit your teeth and fight hard, the opponent's breathing is also very heavy, and his endurance should not be as good as his own.

"YES!"

After more than a dozen shots, the opponent's return ball fell below the bottom line, and Song Ya scored a point...

"Yes, this song is really good. This is a song that only a seventeen-year-old boy would write."

A few days later, Hayden listened to the first version of Beautiful Girls, which was simply made, full of praise.

"Really?" Song Ya was skeptical, "This is a love song that drools."

In the original version, the black chubby performed the song so sweetly that it was too sweet, and the intentionally protracted articulation and vocal singing seemed a little heartless, and then in the original MV, a group of boys and girls happily singing in a simple restaurant Jumping and jumping, it doesn't quite match the original meaning of the lyrics.

Just to be on the safe side, Song Ya temporarily chose to completely imitate Xiaopang's singing in the first version. He plans to gradually modify it in the subsequent recordings, at least not to deviate too far from his cool and handsome personality.

"I like it, the melody is bright, the lyrics are catchy, and the popularity of singing must be higher than all your previous songs." Hayden said excitedly, not knowing Song Ya's intentions.

"Such a high evaluation?" Song Ya looked at the others.

"It's okay, no depth." DeLay shrugged. "But it does have the potential to sell well. It shouldn't be difficult to record a studio version of this song."

"Well, that's good." Song Ya closed her eyes and recalled the band composition at the end of the original MV, "For the studio version, then you can find me a pianist, a drum set, some violin and cellist players, and six men and Sound... Add a triangle at the end, uh, forget it, I will do the triangle myself, so I can save some commission."

"Okay, I've made a note." DeLay will take care of that.

"You have been shortlisted for two awards in the AMA (All Mi Music Awards) in January next year. The best rap and hip-hop music newcomer award for the year (91, similar below) is likely to be useless. You haven't released an album yet. This kind of award is average. It will not be awarded to unreleased singers. There is also a nomination for the best soul and rhythm and blues combination, chorus, and band of the year. The Empire State of Mind, which you sang with Mariah Carey, was well received by professionals.

The opponent is not very strong..."

Hayden and Yeremov followed Song Ya back to the A+ Records office, "So we are going to mobilize your fans and focus on this award. After all, AMA is most concerned with the number of fans and willingness to participate. You and Maria Kai With the combined efforts of Li and the help of Motura, it is almost impossible for this award to fail."

"I know, I can try my best to fight for it, but now our liquidity is tight, so spend money more leisurely." Song Ya asked, "How many awards has Mariah Carey been shortlisted for?"

"In addition to the chorus award with you, she was also shortlisted for the Best Soul and R&B Singer of the Year Award, and the Best Dance Music Award of the Year." Hayden replied, "They are all heavyweight awards, and the opponents are strong. The award ceremony has you The live performance of the two, Empire State of Mind, before that, at the New Year's Eve event in Times Square, New York, the two of you will also perform this song together, which has been planned in advance."

"NICE."

Song Ya grinned. Since the last confession, Mariah Carey has been avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally. There is no way to hide this time, hehe.

The three of them were chatting about business. Fergie opened the door and came in without saying hello. She sat down on the sofa listlessly, kicked off her shoes, took out a small bottle from her bag, curled her legs and painted her nail polish on her own.

Song Ya knows that since Ihateuiloveu was frozen by Motura, she has become more and more decadent, and has been expressing dissatisfaction in this way.

"Don't be upset, we will go to Los Angeles to shoot ihateuiloveu's MV in a few days, and attend Halle Berry's film premiere by the way." Song Ya revealed the good news to her.

"Really?" The girl looked up in a bright sunshine, "Is our song finally going to be released?" She threw away the nail polish bottle and threw herself on Song Ya, "I'm going crazy waiting." She cried complained.

"Well, we still have to wait for the best time. It's unlikely in the near future. MJ's new single is too popular."

After arousing great controversy, it has been at the top of the Billboard singles chart. Both the single and the album Dangerous are sold like crazy. Other singles will be released at a rate of 15 days. According to this momentum, Song Ya can't find a suitable one at all. The popularity and distribution strategy of the king of pop are really not covered.

However, MJ was not feeling well either. The mainstream media continued to criticize the 11-minute version of the MV. After MJ removed the racial slogan on the car that was smashed, it still failed to calm down. Rumors said that MJ was going to delete it directly. Controversial violence and dance content.

"Miss Cassidy is here, APLUS." Taraji brought in the well-dressed Cassidy.

"Hi."

Kasiti saw that Fergie's face in Song Ya's arms changed, but soon returned to normal, and Fergie looked at her vigilantly.

"You're here, Kasiti, help me here during the winter vacation, Taraji, go and get her acquainted."

Song Ya arranged for Kasiti to work as a fan organization, specifically a clerk's job, to deal with fan letters, to help Taraji who followed her all the time to share some chores, and to help Yeremov run errands What. Yeremov's marketing and publicity department had more and more things to do, and Song Ya rented a small office on the same floor as A+ Records.

He assumed a businesslike demeanor, winking at Cassidy only as he spoke.

"APLUS, how was the result of your match? Did you win?" Kasiti asked instead of leaving with Taraji who turned around.

"Stop in the semi-finals, I tried my best, but enough is enough, the physical education teacher will give me a good score." Song Ya said with a smile: "You will regret not going to the game. Classic I tell you."

"Yeah?"

"Honey, should we go back and pack our bags? I want to go to Los Angeles to shoot the MV as soon as possible."

Fergie sensed more and more something was wrong in the atmosphere of the conversation between the two, and hurriedly interrupted the conversation.

"Okay." Song Ya pointed to the nail polish bottle on the ground, "Pack up your things first."

"Blonde, white girl ah?" Taraji sent Cassidy out, and while Fergie went to the bathroom, she came back and whispered in front of Song Ya, and Mira, Fergie, and Cassidy were all summed up by her. up.

Song Ya casually slapped her ass, "Don't make trouble."

"I see you're enjoying it."