Chapter 235 Only Light

"It's pointless, Miss Kelly, you're in a much worse state at night than in the afternoon." Walter complained to Mariah Carey who had been making mistakes in the recording studio.

"Let her record if she wants to, Walter, it's okay, take your time, I'm not in a hurry." Song Ya advised him.

Walter looked up at the wall clock, "It's almost one o'clock in the morning."

Song Ya saw his anxiety, "Your wife has called several times, go home, as long as I'm here."

"Okay." Walter rolled his coat into his hands. "She's been picking on me all this time."

"Then go home quickly."

"Well, I'm leaving first, APLUS..." Walter pressed the intercom again, "Miss Kelly, don't leave APLUS too late, he is going back to Chicago tomorrow."

Mariah Carey looked down at the score, and only raised her hand to wave outside.

"Walt is gone." Song Ya pressed the intercom and said.

"Hmm." Mariah Carey still didn't look up.

The sound engineers also left work early, and now there is only one female light bulb assistant left in the recording studio. She is cleaning the table and replacing it with new coffee.

"OK, Mimi, let's try another way of singing..."

"Ooh... New York..."

She was humming softly, obviously not putting her heart into crafting the song, which is very rare.

Song Ya knew it well, and he believed that Mariah Carey was the same. There was a thick soundproof glass between them, but they both seemed to feel the ambiguous feelings and eagerness in the air.

"Hmm." At two o'clock in the morning, Mariah Carey picked up the empty cup and shook it outside, "I don't drink coffee anymore, soda water is fine."

Song Ya turned her head and saw that the female assistant had already collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep.

He went over to call twice, but there was no response, so he took an empty glass, took some water casually, turned off the monitor sound in the control room, pushed the door into the recording studio, and closed the door behind his back.

Mariah Carey looked up and saw him coming in, she subconsciously took a small step back, then quickly lowered her head, looking at the dictionary in her hand.

"The water you want." Song Ya handed the cup to her.

"Well." She reached out to take it, and Song Ya withdrew the cup back, deliberately keeping her out of reach, then grabbed her with the other hand, and hugged her a little rudely.

She let out a short gasp in shock like a little rabbit, then widened her beautiful eyes and looked outside in horror.

"Your assistant fell asleep on the sofa." Song Ya whispered in her ear.

This sentence seems to have a kind of magical power. Mariah Carey turned her head and stared into Song Ya's eyes, just like the supermodel Iman collapsed in MJ's arms in the MV, and her body gradually became tighter. , Both of them could feel the hot temperature of each other's body.

"You are so beautiful today, Mimi." Song Ya looked at her delicate face affectionately and said.

"You said that during the day."

"I don't mind saying it again, ten thousand times." Song Ya pouted her lips towards her.

Mariah Carey was finally ignited with repressed passion. She took the initiative to hold Song Ya's face with her hands, closed her eyes, and put her lips together.

Song Ya took a deep breath contentedly, and began to taste it with her heart. The hand holding her also began to go down the slim trousers and climb up her round buttocks. She was different from all the women in the past. She was in her arms It's like made of water, whether it's the lips or other places, you can enjoy the soft touch through the fabric.

Feeling that one hand is not enough at all, Song Ya was about to put the cup in the other hand on the table first, but she was too anxious and put it on the edge of the table by mistake, and the cup fell to the ground immediately, in the quiet and romantic night Make a crisp sound.

"Ah!" Mariah Carey was frightened and ran back to the microphone, and put on the earphones in a second. Disheveled hair and clothes.

Song Ya wiped her mouth carefully, and pushed the door out regretfully, "What's wrong?" The female assistant on the sofa just woke up,

rubbed his eyes and asked.

"I smashed the cup, you should do the job." Song Ya said to her.

"Oh." The female assistant sighed when she saw the shards of glass on the ground, and got up tiredly to get the cleaning tools.

Song Ya looked back at Mariah Carey. She was pressing one hand to her heart, and the other hand was holding a folding fan as a stick, hitting herself, "It's all your fault!" She said viciously. type.

Song Ya blew a kiss back.

This action frightened her even more, she ran out quickly, and when she saw the female assistant just came back from outside with a garbage shovel, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Forget it, I don't want to record anymore, let's go back."

"Okay, Miss Kelly." The female assistant agreed happily, quickly disposed of the glass shards on the ground, and then helped her pack up her personal belongings.

"Sorry, APLUS, for delaying your rest." She said in a normal tone as much as possible.

"It's okay, I can catch up on sleep on the plane."

"Then? Bye?"

"bye."

Song Ya sent the two of them to the door, "Uh, Miss Kelly, wait for me, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Oh, go ahead."

Just as the female assistant disappeared around the corner, under the light, the two long shadows on the floor joined together again.

"I've been waiting for a long time." When the female assistant came back, Mariah Carey was still standing there waiting, while Song Ya had already started packing up her personal belongings in the recording studio.

Leaving New York, Song Ya went back to school to report, and then held two fan meetings in Detroit and Chicago on the 19th and 20th respectively. Among them, because the fans in Chicago were too enthusiastic, Yeremov chose a stadium that can accommodate nearly 10,000 people, but only one side of the stands was open, and more than 2,000 fans were present. The atmosphere was enthusiastic. Song Ya probably sang a For many hours, an encore of The was added under the extremely fanatical request.

"Hi."

Cassidy appeared in the dressing room, she still acted like a good girl, with her hands behind her back, "Your performance is amazing, APLUS."

"Do you want me to go out?" Taraji, who was helping Song Ya remove her makeup, asked with a wink.

"No, the fan organization is so successful, and it's also inseparable from your efforts, Kasiti."

Song Ya comforted the girl a few words, "I'm too busy, I'm going to San Francisco tomorrow, can we talk about it next time?"

"Uh, okay." Kasiti bit her lip, "I'll wait for you to come back."

"Um."

Song Ya watched her disappear at the door step by step and turn her head three times.

"You've changed your gender, boss." Taraji teased.

"Go on with your work."

Song Ya seemed to have lost her soul these past few days, no matter whether it was Kasiti or Fergie, or even Halle who could see her in Los Angeles, she couldn't lift her spirits.

On the 22nd in San Francisco, and on the 25th in Los Angeles, he held two small fan clubs in a row. San Francisco is okay, there are many more Chinese faces in the fan group, and Los Angeles is a bit cold. The entertainment ecology is incomparable The well-developed City of Angels lacks interest in him. It seems that in the previous joint publicity plan, Big E, who was in charge of California, didn't show much real strength.

"I'm a little tired." He returned to the dressing room, rubbed the center of his brows tiredly, and flew back and forth to catch up with the show. Today, the audience in the audience was not very happy, which caused him to be frequently distracted, and he had to spend a lot of energy.

"Let me massage for you." Taraji looked at him with some distress, and offered to help massage his shoulders.

"Hmm..." I didn't expect that my assistant's skills were not bad, and Song Ya soon fell into a drowsy state.

"Is APLUS in?" Mariah Carey's voice came from outside the door, "Can I go in?"

"Yes, Miss Kelly." Old Mike helped to open the door.

Song Ya opened his eyes, and jumped up from the chair, "Mimi? Why are you here?" He was completely exhausted, and stepped forward to hug her in surprise.

"I don't think there is enough rehearsal for tomorrow, so I came to see you." Mariah Carey took off her coat and asked Taraji to put it away for her.

She still wore the same clothes as that day in the New York recording studio, black slim trousers, and a small black vest.

"Where's your assistant?" Song Ya looked out the door.

"Uh, she's not feeling well today, so I gave her half a day off."

"I'm glad you can come." Song Ya cast a glance at Taraji.

When Taraji went out, Old Mike also tactfully helped to close the door, "I'll be outside if I have anything to do," he said.

"Thanks, Mike."

Now, there are only two people left in the room.

"Uh..." Mariah Carey began to feel a little at a loss, she looked back at the closed door, and then involuntarily stroked the other arm with her hand.

"Cold?" Song Ya stood in front of her, so close that they were close together, staring at her.

"Somewhat."

Song Ya hugged her again, in the way of a lover, the two can kiss with confidence this time.

After a long time, her temples were disheveled, and panting, she hid a little distance, "I think we should forget about it? It's not good to go on like this..."

Song Ya looked at her with dull eyes, and didn't answer for a long time. A scene of a medieval costume movie flashed through his mind quickly.

"What do you say?"

The sound of the violin, the sound of the guitar, a kind of original and wild Moussolou music from Africa sounded.

An African female singer sang a song called saamagni in Bambara language with a deep and distant tone.

"I'm leaving without talking, I shouldn't have come to you, but I can't control myself."

With tears in her eyes, Mariah Carey slapped him hard on the chest.

"My dear, you don't have to worry too much." Song Ya said, "In the country of America, in this city, the only distance between people is light."

He turned off the light in front of the dressing table.

"Samain, Samain..." (I couldn't find the lyrics, so I made do with it)

Staring at each other in the dimly lit room, nothing could stop them.

Song Ya hugged her off the ground, her hands trembling, she actively groped Song Ya's body, and awkwardly helped her undress.

The two entangled, spun, and breathed heavily.

Song Ya lifted the curtain of the small changing room and carried her in.

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