Chapter 290 London Bridge

The next day, Song Ya went to BBC Two to record a TV talk show. This was the only interview with a script during his trip to London, and it was recorded and broadcast, so it went very smoothly. Performed WhereIsTheLove again.

The radio program of BBC Radio 1 is similar. The questions and answers between the host and him are relatively restrained. Generally speaking, it is based on his impression of Britain, the weather, music style, life experience, and the song Where Is The Love, and The realistic background and mental journey of the creation of this song are unfolded.

"APLUS, do you still miss Mira? You are the badguy in her song, right?"

In the evening, on a local radio station in London, the interviewer became less honest and suddenly started to mess up on the air.

"Well……"

Song Ya curled her lips. Fortunately, this is a radio program, otherwise the audience would find that the smile on their faces disappeared, "I can only say that we had a good past, and that's enough."

"Would you mind talking about her? Especially when you recorded the song for De Klerk together." The radio host laughed. "I don't mean to offend, but Mira is very popular in the UK."

Did you mean to offend by talking about this when you were playing for the rankings? Song Ya quickly adjusted her mentality, and joked with a smile, "Is she more popular than me here?"

The two hosts laughed, "We all like her De Klerk, of course, that song is yours. When she came to accept our interview last time, she said that you suggested that she sing Are you using a British accent?"

"Basically, she lived here before, and I thought it would be more appropriate for her to sing that song with an accent here." Song Ya replied, and then he seamlessly switched to the standard accent of a black hip-hop singer, frequently Use simple short sentences and modal particles, in short, hum ha ha.

"Can you tell me why you two broke up?"

"It's just music, man, don't think too much about it."

"Talk about your life before you became famous. The US media said that you were entangled with gangs. Is this really the case?"

"Of course not, you know, the ghettos are like that."

"Can you talk about it in detail?"

"It's very poor, and life is very hard."

"The part about gangs?"

"Some kids think gangsters are cool, some don't, you know, I like music."

"You also composed a symphony, didn't you?"

"yeah."

"The first public performance was performed by Barenboy's Chicago Orchestra, right?"

"Yeah, it's really just a two-minute skit."

"What do you think of Mr. Barenboy?"

"Master, he is highly respected by Chicagoans, including me, of course."

"Did you know some of his previous stories?"

"Nothing."

"For example, in terms of relationship, in his early years and..."

"Hey, don't I care about my music bro? I'm not here to gossip."

"Then let's talk about the ubiquitous hints in the lyrics of some of the tracks on your album..."

After the interview was over, the relationship between the two parties was also over. Song Ya stood up, facing the hand extended by the host, he bumped his fist casually, and quickly left the studio without saying a word.

On the way back to the hotel, I didn't talk to the branch executives again.

"Hmph! The beautiful past, ah?" Fergie, who had already listened to the interview, crossed her arms, blocked the door of the room unhappily, and began to give him another look.

"Stop pretending to be a girl..."

Song Ya is not used to her this time, "I'm good enough for you, okay?" He turned and walked into Taraji's room next to him, "Call the president of the British branch immediately, tomorrow's Q magazine interview must Communicate with us in advance about the questions you want to ask,

Tell them I'll call Motura if it doesn't work. "

"OK."

Taraji dug out the address book and started working immediately, "Hi, I'm Mr. APLUS's assistant..."

The height of the landline on the bedside table was very low. When she bent over to make a phone call, her body was bent at a suitable angle.

Song Ya walked over.

"Yes, Mr. APLUS is very angry because of the... radio interview just now..."

"Yes, tomorrow's Q... Q magazine must submit the interview content in advance, otherwise..."

The next day, Fergie knocked on the door here early, pouted, with tears on her face, and after being let in by Taraji, she stepped forward and grabbed the corner of Song Ya's clothes, shaking pitifully He muttered, "I was wrong, why don't I apologize."

Song Ya ignored her. During the day, under the leadership of the branch office, they began to visit some places of interest in London to cooperate with the BBC's short documentary filming.

"Honey, look!"

Fergie tried her best to please the whole process, and after talking love words and dawdling her body didn't work. When she arrived at Buckingham Palace, she ran to the royal guard who was wearing a black top hat and a red uniform and was standing on guard. "You know what? No matter what I do, he won't move." She poked her finger on the chest of the tall guard, "It's like a toy soldier," she shouted.

"Ahem, Miss Fergie, don't..." The branch staff rushed to pull her away.

After she observed that Song Ya's eyes finally fell on her, she immediately began to twist her waist and wink, stepping on the dance steps enchantingly, walked to Song Ya's side like a little wild cat, and held her arms tightly, "Forgive me, please?" Good." She begged.

Song Ya wanted to laugh a little, but Renren still kept her face tensed.

The group visited London Tower Bridge and other places.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down..." Fergie looked at the two towering ancient bridge towers and sang softly in Song Ya's ear.

"What song?" Song Ya's heart moved, and he asked casually.

"The famous British nursery rhyme London Bridge is falling down, don't you know?" Fergie probably breathed a sigh of relief, her body pressed tighter, and she continued to hum: "London bridge is falling down," and then leaned closer to Song Ya'er side, "is your pylon up?"

Song Ya was almost amused by her simple and rude puns, she quickly rolled her eyes to cover it up, put her hands in her pockets, and continued to drag her legs with the crowd.

The only good thing here is that there are not many fans, and most of them are tourists from all over the world. Even if they recognize Song Ya, they come over politely to ask for autographs and group photos, and then stop pestering them. The media is more annoying. The paparazzi are exactly the same as the American country, and even more annoying. When they find an opportunity, they come over to ask some bottomless questions, and they tried to sneak into Song Ya's hotel room before.

In the afternoon, Q magazine didn't make any trouble during the interview, and all the questions were submitted in advance. Of course, the atmosphere of the chat between the two parties was relatively cold, but it finally made him feel better.

"Go to the music salon together at night? There is a famous one nearby."

The BBC's accompanying reporter invited: "It is a place frequented by the London music circle. We will meet many acquaintances, and it can also enrich the content of the short film."

Song Ya thought for a while and agreed. It is not a good idea to play big names in front of the BBC.

It's a salon, but I didn't expect it to be similar to a nightclub. There is no shortage of wine, music, and men and women who keep shaking their bodies.

"Alex! Aren't you coming?" Tony, who had just found a partner, yelled at him on the dance floor.

Song Ya smiled at him and waved his hand to refuse. Sitting on the sofa in the VIP semi-open room, he was still lazy and unmotivated. During the day at Tower Bridge in London, something seemed to come out of his mind, but he just couldn't think of it. That feeling is hard.

"Fergie is here!" Fergie, who had changed her clothes, appeared on the dance floor with Taraji on her arm. The two girls, who were wearing special fabric-saving skirts, ignored the obsessive gazes of the men on the dance floor, and stared at him with hot and provocative eyes. Looking at themselves, they twisted back to back all the way, and then separated tacitly at the wine table in front of the sofa, one left and one right, just like the two bridge towers during the day.

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When the two were about to sit down next to Song Ya, he raised his hand to stop them.

Fergie burst into tears suddenly, "I hate you!" She was so angry that she turned around and ran into the dance floor crying, and found a random lucky person to dance face to face.

"Hey, APLUS, don't be so stingy, a big man." Taraji also misunderstood.

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