255 See You Tomorrow

Compared with the more restrained TV stations, American tabloids have no morals. The moment of Mira and Fergie's "disappearing" is their favorite picture, and they added a lot of things without authorization, such as being extremely unfriendly to Song Ya Louise reported that she fabricated the conversation between Mira and Fergie as if she had heard it with her own ears, and basically made a big fuss about Song Ya's ability in a certain aspect, which was both shameless and vulgar.

Song Ya is not going to be a soft persimmon to bear silently this time. He asked Goodman and Hamlin to start collecting evidence, and he is going to use this annoying Los Angeles tabloid to make an example of others. At the same time, he also picked a Pittsburgh rapper. That guy took advantage of the fact that shotheone hadn’t been officially released, and filled in his own rap lyrics. He actually sold nearly 5,000 copies through underground channels. Cassette, and bragging about it, for fear that others would not know. Song Ya asked Big A to investigate. The other party has no gang background and is the perfect target to sue, so he is the only one.

In addition to these two lawsuits, a resident of a rental apartment in Tribeca was also sent to the local court by Hamlin for destroying the interior of the house and refusing to pay compensation.

Following her fame and income, Song Ya gradually began to match the average annual litigation volume of a-list stars without knowing it.

On the evening of the 24th, Song Ya and Fei Ji, who were dressed in formal attire, found their seats in the first row of the concert hall. They seemed to have arrived a little early, and most of the audience had not yet taken their seats.

"People look at me differently."

Fergie complained in a low voice. Ever since the news of the fight at the airport was widely disseminated, the photos of her blouse being ripped off by Mira have spread all over the United States, and Mira has taken advantage of public opinion for her by showing off her private jet. The snobbish public in the United States Started to talk about Mila’s hairy origin, since she debuted at the age of eleven, she has appeared on the covers of many top fashion magazines, to De Klerk’s smash hit, her new album, and her legendary investor father, And blah blah blah, even her failed film back at Blue Lagoon, and videotape sales and rentals were kicked in.

Except for the California area where she still remembers her child star status, Fergie is considered to be inferior to Mira in any aspect in other places in the United States. 'It's no wonder that she blamed aps in the lyrics for still thinking of Mira. ’ People started saying that about her.

"Don't get entangled, our ihateuiloveu is as good as it is, and yours has really hit the heat." Song Ya can only comfort her in this way, "You have to start thinking about the first album yourself. My creative output is too low. As a Singer, you can't just rely on me as the boss and producer, you can choose the songs received by the company, and you can use the contacts outside who invite songs."

"Yes." Fergie obediently agreed.

"R Kelly, this way." At this time, a familiar voice sounded not far away. Song Ya looked over and saw that Quincy Jones was leading a young black man over here. He met his eyes and was stunned for a while One click, "Hey, aps."

"Mr. Jones." Song Ya pushed Fergie who was still sitting stupidly, squeezed out a smile, and got up to greet her.

"You have a lot of news recently."

Quincy Jones introduced both sides with a smile. The black man who came with him is called R Kelly, also from Chicago. He is a rookie singer of Jive Records. He just released his first album last month, and his performance and industry evaluation are very good.

The seats on both sides were right next to each other, maybe the concert organizer who provided the tickets thought they had a good relationship, Quincy Jones sat down next to Song Ya, "Tomorrow night is the Grammy Awards ceremony, you should be in New York now , not here."

"I didn't perform at the Grammys, so there is nothing to prepare in advance." Song Ya replied.

"Aha, that's not a good sign young man." Quincy Jones said, "By the way, did you vote for Will Smith?"

The combination of Will Smith and djjazzjeff he touted was shortlisted for the Rap Group of the Year award this year.

"Of course, what about you? You must support me too, right?" Song Ya asked back.

"Haha, that's natural." Quincy Jones smiled brightly, "To be honest, we are a little bit disappointed by the black judges' unreasonable support for you and Miss Kelly's annual single award by what you created. bothered."

Song Ya replied: "Really? I don't remember that I did that. In fact, Bet's report is not very responsible. Johnson shouldn't believe the rumors made by those so-called insiders."

Quincy Jones' facial muscles moved, "Yes, he should get to the bottom of it and give you your innocence, instead of mentioning it once and forgetting about it."

"Are you dissatisfied with his actions?"

"How come, he is the light of black people."

"Why do you say that? Aren't you also the light of black people? You used to be the producer of j. It's a pity that you didn't continue to cooperate."

"I have created so many singers, j is just one of them to me."

"Create? J was popular a long time ago, right?"

"He became famous too early, that's why he is so arrogant. If he can change his temper, maybe he can win a few more Grammy Awards. You must remember his lesson."

"Haha." Song Ya smiled lightly: "I'd rather win fewer Grammy Awards, and then be as popular as J."

"Don't give up so easily, young man, be careful not to rely on both ends."

"Indeed, so I won't give up."

"That's good……"

The two of them had a good time with each other, and at the same time lost their conversation, and turned their eyes to the stage.

"ladies and gentlemen……"

Barenboy came on stage in a tuxedo, and he was very personable. Song Ya secretly marveled at the change of the old man's temperament in different environments. When he first met, he thought that the other party was just a staid and old conductor. The second time he saw him at the practice field When meeting the other party, he was passionate and strict, as if he was twenty years younger. Now on the stage, holding a baton in his hand, facing the audience in the audience, he has the majesty and nobility like a king.

Perhaps, as a traveler relying on apocalypse, a layman, he is doomed not to have the rich and treacherous inner world of these true artists. During this period of time, he heard a gossip about the other party, a conversation between Barenboy and his wife, the British national treasure cellist Dupre, who asked him: ‘When I don’t play the cello anymore, will you still love me? ’ He replied: “If you don’t play the piano, then you are not you.”

Unexpectedly, the word became a prophecy. Du Pree later suffered from multiple sclerosis and really couldn't play the cello.

But Barenboy really left her, and in the last days of her suffering from illness, she formed another family outside...

Just thinking of this, Barenboy smiled and gestured to himself, and he realized that a cameraman was facing him with a camera nearby. He immediately reminded Fergie with his elbow, and then the two raised their hands lightly. Applaud lightly and smile back.

Quincy Jones beside him gave him a puzzled look.

Barenboy turned back, raised his hands, and then the baton dropped, and the prelude to the concert: Game of Thrones blazed.

The deer is crowned, the lion and the wolf are worshiped.

The Chicago Symphony Orchestra is completely different from the previous middle school orchestra. The two-minute symphony was completed in one go, which is not inferior to the original version in Song Ya's mind. The first wave of applause rang out in the concert hall.

Song Ya tilted her head slightly and observed the facial expressions of the audience behind her. Well, it seemed that the response was good, and it was not entirely out of courtesy.

"Boy, see you at Radio City Music Hall tomorrow." After the whole performance, the audience began to leave. Quincy Jones stood up and held out his hand to Song Ya.

"See you tomorrow." Song Ya held his hand, "I hope we all gain something."

"Haha, young people need to be calm, otherwise the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment."

"It doesn't matter, some people get the trophy, some people get the disappointment, it's fair."

"Very good, very good." Quincy Jones withdrew his hand, "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."