Chapter 257

Song Ya was never worried about her live performance. Sony Columbia Records made careful preparations for this performance. Standing in two high and low rows, they perfectly formed a pyramid shape with the curtain. This is also the basic lineup for her unplugged TV concert next month, and they have been practicing and cooperating with each other for a long time.

The musicians and choirs are not illuminated, but only black silhouettes. This visual design highlights Mariah Carey. As the accompaniment sounded, she elegantly pulled in a black high-leg skirt and black stockings. With the corners of her skirts, she walked to the center of the stage. The diamond jewelry on her neck, ears and wrists were shining, and what was even more shining was her singing voice. She performed the extremely difficult ifit'sover perfectly. The series of high-pitch conversion and the terrifying sound pressure show are very convincing, especially the long e5 angry sound in the final stage, Song Ya, who is already very professional, feels scalp numb.

After singing a song for more than three minutes, all the audience stood up and applauded thunderously. Roberto Clivell blew a loud whistle, "Her performance today is great, great, bravo!" He kept sighing.

Last year, Mariah Carey was still a little nervous and young. This year, she has evolved into a kind of domineering and confident that dominates the audience. She even seems to have more energy. She should be very proud of her performance. After the end, she quietly stood in front of the microphone. Standing for a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, hip-hop music has saved you bastards." Quincy Jones clapped and complained to the rapper next to him.

Will Smith and others laughed, and Song Ya in the front row subconsciously touched his nose.

The Best Male and Female Pop Singer Award is probably the most important award except for the four general awards. When it was about to be presented, Mariah Carey had already changed into a new evening dress and sat back quietly.

"You were amazing today, ii."

"The live performance just now was very good, I feel that it is not even inferior to the studio version."

"Based on the performance just now, she deserves her title of Best Female Pop Singer again, and no one will gossip about it afterwards."

Song Ya, Walter and others complimented each other, not flattering, all from the heart.

"I think so too." Mariah Carey took out a small note and shook it, then pinched it in her hand.

"Nominated for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance: Mariah Carey, !oletaadas, gethere! agrant, babbab! bonnieraitt, sothgtotalkabout! whitney houston, alltheanthatineed!"

The award presenter opened the envelope, "The final winner is..."

Song Ya sat up straight with her and showed her best state in front of the camera. Because of the mole on the left corner of her mouth, she subconsciously tilted her head slightly, so that the most satisfied right face was part of the camera.

"Bonnieraitt, sothgtotalkabout! Congratulations!"

The guest read aloud the name of the winner, not her.

"Keep smiling." Song Ya raised her hand, covered her mouth with clapping, and said in a low voice.

She didn't answer, just stood up with everyone, smiled and clapped.

"Thank you everyone." Bonnieraitt, who has been on the stage with ups and downs, excitedly delivered a speech, choking for a while. This old white female singer and guitarist was kicked out of Warner Records in the 1980s due to alcohol and drug problems. After nearly two years of addiction recovery Released a series of wonderful music works and became popular again.

The Oscar and Grammy judges love this inspirational story.

"We still have a chance." Song Ya, who was out of the camera's attention, sat down and spoke comforting words.

She still had a stiff smile on her face and did not respond, while Walter sighed bluntly. This award is the main direction of Sony Columbia Records, and even this is lost, let alone a general award that has not put much effort.

Subsequently, Michael Bolton, another main attack direction, won the Best Pop Male Singer Award as he wished.

Another hypocritical rise, applause, and congratulations.

Song Ya took the opportunity to observe, she seemed to have lost interest, and just wanted to get out of here quickly.

"Hurry up, wait a little longer." Roberto Clivell also discovered this.

"There should be some tickets, Mr. Motura will deal with it." David Cole scanned the venue and whispered.

A hand from the back row pressed Song Ya's shoulder, it was Russell Simmons, and he leaned his head into Song Ya's ear, "Can you feel that she is suffering? Boy, you will have many opportunities to experience it in the future In the same mood, I promise."

"Why don't you go back and eat your own dick?" Song Ya glanced back at him, of course, even if it was a dirty word, she would say it with a smile.

The other party sneered slightly, patted his shoulder a few times, and sat back.

"Nominated for Song of the Year: Bryan Adams..."

The annual single is awarded to singers and songwriters, so each nomination list has a long list, only Song Ya and Mariah Carey are the most concise group, just two people, "aps and Mariah Carey, songwriter aps !"

Song Ya turned her head and looked at Mariah Carey, "Where's your little note?" He asked with a smile.

Mariah Carey turned her clapping palms over, and the note was pressed into her palms with her thumbs.

The two smiled knowingly.

"The one who won the best single of the year is..." The guest opened the envelope and subconsciously glanced at it while prolonging the tone. Song Ya felt Mariah Carey's body tense immediately.

"epirestateofd, from Mariah Carey and aps!"

"Ho!" She was happier than Song Ya, jumped up from her seat, and waved to all the audience with open arms.

"Congratulations."

Song Ya couldn't hear anything clearly due to the burst of applause, so she kept hugging and shaking hands with the people around her, and thanked her.

"congratulations."

Quincy Jones still had a bright smile on his old face, but Russell Simmons's superficial skills were not so good, his smile was a bit ugly, and he also stretched out his hand.

"Thank you." Song Ya gritted her teeth quietly, and squeezed his hand with almost all her strength, so that he could see how the 1.9-meter-tall man took revenge.

The corner of the opponent's mouth began to tremble.

Cool!

"aps..." Mariah Carey embraced her, and he let go of his hand and hugged her, "This is your ii."

"Ours," she said emotionally.

Song Ya felt that she was a little bit emotional, and hurriedly broke away from contact, "Let's go on stage." He smiled and opened the way first, walked to the aisle, and the two kept greeting and shaking hands with the congratulatory people on both sides.

Walking to the bottom of the stage, Song Ya turned sideways slightly, and gentlemanly asked Mariah Carey to come to the front, and held her waist.

"You come first." After accepting the congratulations from the award presenters, Song Ya also took the initiative to take a step back when they retreated to the back row, allowing Mariah Carey to stand alone in front of the stage and deliver her acceptance speech.

"Uh huh, ho! I'm so excited, wait..."

Mariah Carey pressed her chest and calmed down before unfolding the note, "I would like to thank the Grammy organizers first..."

While she was talking, Song Ya looked at the star-studded audience. Quincy Jones and Russell Simmons were no longer acting. He even saw the conspicuous Mira at the side of the first row. She was dressed very grandly today, and she was staring blankly, applauding lazily with others. She didn't know what was going on in her mind, and she approached her to take pictures cleverly. The cameraman was oblivious.

He also saw Shirley Fleming, an old lady who was standing next to a group of classical musicians, smiling gracefully and applauding him.

Song Ya waved at her, and Rick Robin, the owner of Defarian Records over there, was pointing at his own chest to claim credit, and kept yelling at himself, probably telling him not to forget to thank him later.

And Brian Adams, Whitney Houston and others who are also unemployed.

"Finally, I would also like to thank aps, my best friend and the best talented musician, and his creation of epirestateofd, this song seems to be custom-made for a New York girl like me..."

After Mariah Carey finished speaking, she gave Song Ya a big hug again with tears in her eyes.

"Uh um, thank you all."

Song Ya took the position she gave up, calmly pulled the microphone to a height suitable for her, "I also want to thank..."

He said aloud the words of thanks he had memorized, "Thank you, Ms. Shirley Fleming, and Mr. Rick Robin, hi, Rick..."

He smiled and waved to Rick Robin, "Thanks to my family in front of the TV, of course, I can't do anything without the support of Sony Columbia Records, thanks to Mr. Motura, Walter, Roberto, David... ..."

"Finally, of course there is Miss Mariah Carey. I can't think of anyone else who can interpret this song so perfectly..."