Chapter 225 The Musical

Donovan said: "But there is still no need to give the impression that you are teaming up with white people to fight against Quincy Jones and others."

Song Ya is very clear about the sensitive psychology of the black group, "Quincy Jones' current actions are secret, right? If I make the acquisition intention public first, then the moral pressure will be transferred to the other side, and they will participate in the bidding later. If the news comes out, the black community will think that they are the ones who caused the trouble.” He said, “I just pretend I don’t know, after all, they didn’t intend to take me to play, and they didn’t even bother to say hello in advance.”

"It's a good idea, but it needs to be handled carefully," Donovan said.

"Taraji, let Yeremov prepare a party, rave style, I'm going to invite people from the black music scene in New York, the reason is... just say I'm going to canvass for the upcoming awards season."

Song Ya called NAS again and called him over.

Several people met in the study room and roughly discussed an invitation list.

"I'm going to reveal something at the party, and then you can answer a few words for me." He needs a support, and NAS is the perfect person, "And help me find some beautiful girls over here."

"No problem, your business is my business."

NAS beat his chest and agreed, "I've heard some bad rumors about your APLUS..." He said, "I heard that GD won't vouch for you and Lowry anymore?"

The news finally reached New York, "Almost, this is not a bad thing bro, GD took the initiative to disassociate himself from us and save us a lot of trouble from law enforcement agencies."

Facing the hip-hop circle, Song Ya can only hint that he still has something to do with GD, and it is estimated that Little Lowry's rhetoric will be similar.

"Okay." NAS expressed understanding, "Indeed, the atmosphere in New York is a bit abnormal recently, and the police are much more active than before."

No matter how dull Dinkins is and how much he insists on multiculturalism, he should realize that the key to his next re-election is the issue of law and order. It is normal for the New York police to take action. However, does he dare to lay a heavy hand on the basic situation of African Americans? Not necessarily.

"But let me say something in advance, the New York hip-hop community doesn't think highly of your party, because you never provide 'good stuff'." NAS said: "They think you are a boring person."

"FXXK, I won't touch that kind of thing, they don't count on it."

Song Ya will not be poisoned. In order to prevent hip-hop singers from bringing such things with them, he also specifically asked Old Mike and Mawota to be vigilant.

"But I am very happy that you can tell me this. I need to hear what other people really think about me. The more the better."

Sending NAS away, that night, he and Hayden went to meet Shirley Fleming, who made an appointment to meet on Broadway.

"Hello, Ms. Fleming."

In the VIP box on the second floor of the theater, Song Ya met Shirley Fleming, and with her was an old white man who should be a very close friend, "Mr. Barenboy." After the introduction, Song Ya shook hands with each other politely.

"This person seems to be the next music director of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, a world-renowned pianist and conductor." Hayden found an opportunity and whispered in Song Ya's ear, "Just waiting to take Solti's class." gone."

Song Ya was immediately in awe. The Chicago Symphony Orchestra is one of the top five symphony orchestras in the United States, and it is also a top existence in the world. Solti is even a god-level figure in contemporary classical music. The person who can succeed him must be a high-ranking person .

"I've composed a short symphony, and the video happened to be brought in, performed by the school orchestra and choir. Mr. Barenboy, can you give me some guidance?"

He told Hayden to take out the videotape he was trying to impress Shirley Fleming from his bag and hand it to Barenboy.

The other party moved his mouth and took the video tape, "I will watch it." He said politely.

"Then let's take our seats first." Shirley Fleming still had that proud Upper East Side style, and couldn't see the slightest embarrassment when she faced Song Ya again after being fired by Littman.

She took the lead to walk to the slightly protruding small stand on the second floor in front of the box, and sat down on the side close to the stage.

Barenboy nodded to the two of them and sat beside her, while Song Ya and Hayden had to sit behind them.

A theater waiter brought small binoculars for the four of them. The casing is metal and very beautiful.

"About American Music Magazine..."

Song Ya wanted to chat with the two before the show started, "Shh." Shirley Fleming put her index finger in front of her mouth, "Can we talk after the performance?" Then she turned her head and looked at the stage intently.

Song Ya raised her eyebrows and looked at each other helplessly with Hayden.

Opening today is a new musical, Miss Saigon, based on the classic song Madame Butterfly, which has been critically acclaimed since its Broadway debut last year.

The auditorium lights were dimmed, and a group of scantily dressed Asian actresses took center stage at the opening.

Set in the latter part of the Vietnam War, the play unfolds through a conversation between local prostitutes and pimps serving the US Army.

"You're my first American man," the actors sang.

Mi Jun then appeared, and the actresses posed for them, all kinds of suggestive movements were very bold.

Song Ya frowned.

The music is good and the actors sing very well, especially the heroine, but he still feels uncomfortable, all the Vietnamese in the show want to go to America, and the Asian heroine is in love with the white male lead with a wife. , willing to give everything and finally die in love, this plot is hard for him to like. Although the play reflects on the style of the Mi Army in the Vietnam War and its colonial mentality, the perspective is still centered on the West, or the United States.

"You don't like it?" Barenboy asked after the play ended.

Song Ya didn't know when he was sitting in the front row and observed his expression, "I still don't understand it so well, this is the first time I have watched a musical in its entirety, Mr. Barenboy." He said casually Handle.

"No one would dislike it."

Shirley Fleming didn't realize what the two were talking about, she was still immersed in the plot, tears filled her eyes, "Unfortunately, this play didn't win the Tony Award for Best Musical, only Leah Salonga won Best Actress."

"Surname Salonga?" Song Ya thought she was an East Asian when she saw the heroine's face.

"Well, Filipino."

The actors all returned to the stage to give the curtain call. Everyone stopped talking, and Song Ya followed them and began to applaud.

"Ms. Fleming, since you're willing to see me so soon, I don't think you object to our association, do you?"

After the show, and finally able to start talking about business, Song Ya asked Shirley Fleming.

"I guess I don't have a choice, do I?"

Shirley Fleming glanced at him, "I heard that your income last year was over 30 million?"

"Well, that doesn't mean I can come up with that much money."

It seems that the income statistics of the financial magazine are coming out soon, Song Ya asked: "So, let's talk about the cooperation details, right?"

While chatting, several people walked to the clothes storage outside. Barenboy took the coat gentlemanly and helped Shirley Fleming put it on.

Shirley Fleming acquiesces, "Littman ruined that magazine, he doesn't deserve it, but how do you make sure you don't do the same thing as him?"

"I am a musician. Although I am nothing in front of the mountains of classical music, I am still a musician. I made it clear when we first met, right? I also reminded you Leeteuk Man is a simple businessman, but you didn't trust me at that time."

He gestured to Barenboy, "Mr. Barenboy will understand when he sees the symphony I composed. I also have ideas about classical music. I'm not a pure pop star. Huh?" He noted Barenboy's hands are empty, and the tape is gone.

"Uh, I think I forgot it in..." Barenboy fumbled for a moment, a little embarrassed.

"I'll get it." Hayden turned back and walked into the theater.

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