Chapter 277 Promoting the MV

"Cheese!"

In the CD factory, Song Ya, Motura and others showed smiles and pressed a red prop button with their hands at the same time. The shutter sound and flashing lights in the hands of the reporters recorded the historical moment when the 'A+' album officially started production.

"Mr. APLUS, at the moment when Where Is The Love is popular all over the United States, what are your considerations for choosing to release this debut?" A reporter asked.

"I hope this album will bring the people of the United States the power to coexist peacefully and move forward. This is also my motivation and purpose for creating Where Is The Love." Song Ya replied.

"What do you think of the Rodney King case?" another reporter asked.

"I can't answer this question. I am as confused as you are. If you have heard the song Where Is The Love, you can probably clearly understand my personal emotions and thoughts. In short, I hope those big people can stand with the people. Let's solve the problem together." Song Ya's expression became very serious.

"So you're dissatisfied with the outcome of the Rodney King case?" the reporter asked.

"I think the people of Los Angeles have already given the answer." Song Ya replied.

The reporter insisted, "Do you support that kind of violent resistance?"

"No, no, of course not..." Song Ya quickly denied, "It must have been a tragedy. Many people died, more were injured and missing, and countless houses and properties were damaged. No one would want that scene to repeat itself. "

A third reporter chimed in, "Will you do anything about it? Other than this song."

"Of course, I'm going to do my part by donating a portion of the proceeds from this album to charity."

"Can you disclose the exact amount?"

"Please...my album is not on sale yet!" Song Ya smiled and touched her nose, "All I can reveal now is that it won't be a small sum."

The reporters laughed, "May your new album sell APLUS!" Someone shouted.

"Thank you, and thank you for coming to support." Song Ya smiled and waved.

Just about to turn around and end this little press conference,

"APLUS, was it planned for you to release an album after the Los Angeles incident? Perhaps you had foreseen this disaster? This is the perfect time to release an album, isn't it?" A voice suddenly appeared from the back row.

"Which media reporter are you?" Song Ya stared at the back row.

"Reporting from Louise." The crowd dispersed, and a scruffy young white man appeared in his field of vision.

"This is an accusation of complete malice and no basic conscience. I remember the Los Angeles tabloid you work for. We are going to court!" Song Ya pointed at the other party, "I will sue you to bankruptcy, trust me."

"You won't get big star, we won't bow to your money and..."

The other party was about to make a long speech, but the factory security had already rushed over and dragged him out.

"I'm sorry APLUS, he slipped in through the staff passage." The factory security director came over to apologize.

"It's okay." Song Ya smiled, "Submit to my money? I won't give them a dime for the newspaper..."

Motura and the others present and the reporters all laughed.

Walked into the office with Motura and the others, "The first batch of one million copies, the priority of the assembly line is the first." The factory manager introduced.

"It will sell quickly, and follow-up production will follow."

Motura asked, and then smiled and introduced a long-haired white man dressed as a 'hippie' to Song Ya, "This is Philby, is this the first time you have met?"

"Yes, hello Mr. Philby." Song Ya shook hands with the other party, "Thank you for your consistent support and help before the release of my first album." Although he has always been angry with himself, he still has to say something on the scene.

Music critics such as Philby were hired by Motura to help review the arrangement of the first middle school song, which is a technical job.

"Hello, APLUS."

Philby had a polite smile on his face, "Your first album's music style is too complex, this time it can burn a lot of our brain cells, the next album's style should be more unified."

"I will plan well, there is no way, my output is not high." Song Ya replied.

"It's true that all singers want their debut album to be perfect," Philby said.

"Will you give Where Is The Love a good review?" Song Ya asked.

Philby laughed, "Of course, I wouldn't even come to this song."

“The promotional video for Where Is The Love will be played on CBS’s Los Angeles special report, and you can watch it at night,” Motura said before leaving the factory.

The pseudo-documentary MV appeared on the CBS evening program on time. The screen was black at first, with only the title of the song Where Is The Love on it. I earned millions of dollars at the age of five..." followed by Song Ya's calm monologue.

The screen lights up, and the camera flicks in turn from the manuscripts of the second-hand shop on the table, the manuscripts of the lyrics to de Klerk, etc., and then Song Ya's big thick gold chain, shiny rhinestone hangtags and other luxury goods.

"I'm loved by my fans..."

The picture is accompanied by some fragments of Song Ya’s previous life, and in the audio-visual store, ‘Ah! The girls screamed loudly at Song Ya who was sitting at the signing table. The line was long, and many adults exchanged the green rice knife in their hands for his I Feel It Coming single CD, waiting sign.

"I just got a Grammy..."

He and Mariah Carey shared the Grammy Awards stage, holding a golden gramophone.

"I used to be arrogant to think that I was omnipotent..."

The screen turned to the live performance of Remember The Name. Song Ya and others on the stage sang passionately. People off the stage kept shaking their heads along with the music. The atmosphere was very frenzied, and some young men and women even began to cry bitterly.

"I am willing to do what I can for this world..."

The picture is naturally a photo of him and Mandela, as well as images of him participating in various charitable and human rights activities, including of course that he once protested for the Rodney King case on the streets of Chicago.

"I used to think I could do whatever I wanted."

With his arms around Fergie, he appeared in front of the camera surrounded by followers. He must have just come out of a party. Facing the annoying paparazzi, two drunk young men pointed their middle fingers at the camera and cursed at F The words at the beginning were of course mosaiced and silenced by CBS.

"But...do I really understand this world, this country, the people of this country? What are they thinking? What kind of life are they living?"

The camera turns to the poorest black community in Los Angeles, shirtless children, idle young men, old people leaning against them with a blank face, and wandering warblers hiding in the alleys.

"I don't understand anything, I just see it all superficially."

The prelude sounded, and the four police officers who beat Rodney King were acquitted, leaving the scene of the courthouse, and then, through the montage editing technique, jumped directly to the sporadic fires in Los Angeles, and the protest crowds rampaging in the streets and stores .

What's wrong with the world, mama?

People livin' like they ain't got no mamas

"What the hell is wrong with us?"

With the music of Where Is The Love flowing, the helicopter filmed people beating the white driver lying motionless on the ground.

"What's going on between us?"

Two Silla descendants held pistols and fired non-stop.

"God, can you give me some enlightenment?"

Father father father, help us

Send some guidance from above

"It can teach us how to live in peace under the same sky."

A black pastor protected a wounded white man, and shouted at the black people who rushed up and wanted to be violent: "If you want to kill him, kill me first!"

These people got me got me questionin'

Where is the love?

"Where is the omnipotent true love?"

In the Chinese restaurant on Clark Street, Song Ya was writing and writing lyrics and music for Where is the love under the watchful eyes of Goodman and others (reshoot).

Where is the love, the love, the love...

Fergie sang this line of lyrics on the stage at the corner of Clark Street, followed by Al's long rap full of accusations and questioning. The people below the stage had tears in their eyes, holding up candles and lighters, illuminating the scene with starlight Little by little, like a galaxy.

"After all, we only have one world."

We only got, One world, one world...

When the music ended, Song Ya stood alone in front of the camera, with a melancholy and confused face, looking down at the big question mark made of flames on the ground in front of her.