Chapter 31

In the circle of Lao Qiao's music, Song Ya is undoubtedly Lao Qiao's person. It's not true that he has any attachment to work. The slums in Nancheng follow the ethical relationship of gangsters "on the road". Generally speaking, he is "Old Qiao" Hooded'.

After chatting with Tony and others for a while, he went to greet Eric and the others, "Old Joe wants to see you." Eric put him and Hayden into Old Joe's dressing room.

"Hey! APLUS!"

Seeing Song Ya, Lao Qiao pointed to a square paper shell on the dressing table, "Look, this is the single cover made by the SBK gang. How about it? Give me some advice."

"Can't it be changed?"

Song Ya took the 12-inch hard paper cover in his hand, and the screen was filled with various commodities that are common in second-hand stores. The photographer cleverly used blur to hide all brand and even style information, leaving only a rich and colorful The name of the store on the top was replaced by the song name Thrift Shop, and the SALE on a white discount sign was replaced by 'Lori and Joe', all using a fat and slightly 'playful' font , echoing the funny tone of the song very well. Seeing this degree of completion, Song Ya knew that SBK had no intention of asking Old Joe's opinion at all, but Daniel's promise was fulfilled, and Old Joe and Little Lowry were on equal footing in this single.

"Yeah, I have to talk to Daniel about it. People in SBK need to respect us more." Old Joe complained, but it was nothing more than a complaint. He is now grinning and happy.

"Don't move!" the black aunt's makeup artist shouted.

Old Joe shut up obediently.

After a brief silence, Song Ya and Hayden looked at each other, and they realized that they had nothing to do, "Then I..." Hayden pointed to the door, "Call me if you have anything to do."

After Hayden left, Song Ya walked around the set, leaving her pager number to acquaintances, then moved the folding stool and sat down behind the director's monitor to find a place that would not interfere with the shooting, ready to watch the MV. Shooting, but the shooting has not yet started, he took out the pen and paper again, and began to write a draft for the proposition of 'To Mandela'.

The day was bright and the crew officially started filming. All the lights were dimmed, and a simple speaker played the second-hand store. Old Joe and Little Lowry began to perform according to the director's instructions and music under the dim light of the rising sun.

Without the light, the composition could not be written. Song Ya put away the pen and paper, and Ellie, who had put on makeup, quietly touched over and sat on his lap.

The two young men rubbed their bodies through their clothes in the dark, excited, Ellie began to pant heavily, "After that time we will..." She gently kissed Song Ya's neck.

"Yeah." Song Ya frowned. It is difficult for a child from a poor family to find a place to 'do business'. He has a cautious personality. Going to Al, there is nothing good to do except hold back.

"Why don't we just open a house, isn't it just a matter of spending money, we have money now." He thought to himself.

When the sky was bright, the two had to separate. Ellie took out a small makeup mirror to fix her lipstick and joined the shooting, but this time she, Connie, Emily and others could only be in the background. After all, it was a big production. Of course, the word "big" is relative. Song Ya secretly compared it with the original version. The original version also has a plot of driving a speedboat. This time it is impossible, let alone compared with the sky-high price MVs of contemporary superstars such as Michael Jackson. . Of course, it cost much more than Lowry's previous first MV.

The director is a very demanding middle-aged white man who drives the entire crew around. No one has the time to communicate with a bystander. It was almost noon and Song Ya was bored. During a shooting break, he was chatting with Old Qiao. Hearing Tony, they whistled and screamed strangely.

Song Ya looked over, and saw a bus stopped not far away, the door opened, and a dozen white girls came down one by one, no matter whether they were blond, black, or red, all of them were tall and tall.

Looks great.

"It's a model invited by SBK." Old Qiao also put his fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly.

The white girls walked to the makeup car under the leadership of the agent. Tony's ex-girlfriend was not there, and he might have been dumped by him. He took the lead and brought the single brothers forward, entangled one by one.

This time Ellie, Connie, Emily and the black girls all rolled their eyes.

Black people have a kind of obsession with light-colored girls, which is a mixture of inferiority complex and conquest. Their method of picking up these girls is very simple, they buy the probability exhaustively, strike up a conversation one by one, and change to another one if they are rejected. Logically speaking, this kind of frivolous method can never be successful, but women are emotional animals. There may be one of them in the sample, or just lonely or hurt by love, or suddenly want to indulge. As long as there are enough samples, exhaustive There was always a chance in the past. Of course, the consequences of the "responsibility" of the blacks will be a matter of the future.

Little Lowry, who has always been dragged around, was also tempted this time. His eyes were high, and he took his wingman AK straight to the white girl who came out of a car behind the bus. Unexpectedly, the girl rejected him instantly by raising her middle finger, which caused a lot of trouble. There was a burst of laughter in the crew.

"Bichi." Little Lowry lost face and went back to the dressing room sullenly.

"Why does it look familiar?" Song Ya stared at the beautiful girl who was about 1.7 meters tall, had jewel-like green eyes, and a slightly heroic brow, and looked at her again and again, feeling inexplicably agitated by Ellie just now reignite.

"Of course, Milla Jovovich, she used to be very popular." A SBK staff member next to her took up the conversation, "You must have seen her commercials."

"Before?" Song Yaxin said that the girl is only old now.

"When I was 11 or 2 years old, I filmed a lot of commercials, and was voted the most memorable woman in the world. She looks a bit flop when she matures. She became a contracted singer of our company the year before last, and her debut is nowhere in sight. Now It looks like a loss-making business. She is still suitable for filming vases and accepting print advertisements." The staff curled her lips in disdain, obviously having a bad impression of the girl, "She is spoiled, and she is in the rebellious period, very uncomfortable. Good service."

Sure enough, a girl screamed from the makeup van, "I want a VIP dressing room! I don't want to do makeup with them!"

The middle-aged Caucasian woman next to the girl came to the director in embarrassment. From the appearance, it should be the girl's mother.

The director scratched his head and came to look for Old Qiao, "Joe, look..."

Old Qiao is easy to talk now, "APLUS, take them there."

"Okay, come with me."

Song Ya led the mother and daughter to Lao Qiao's dressing room. The two of them were talking in a foreign language on the way, which sounded like Russian.

"Did you speak Russian just now?" He asked the girl's mother outside the door after the girl sat in front of the dressing table.

"Probably." The other party obviously didn't want to talk to Song Ya, and he was perfunctory, ready to close the door of the dressing room.

Song Ya noticed that she was holding Little Lowry's album cassette in her hand, "Let me introduce myself, I am the songwriter of this song, that APLUS." He pointed to the cassette.

"Oh?" The other party's eyes lit up this time, and his attitude changed drastically, "Wow, I didn't expect you to be so young, how old are you?"

"fifteen."

"It happens to be the same age as my Mira..." The girl's mother was reserved for a while, but she still couldn't hold back, and asked for a song: "Do you have any songs suitable for a girl of Mira's age? Uh...she likes to sing very much." , I can only help her fulfill her dream, for this, we gave up a lot of opportunities in the commercial and movie circles... We have joined SBK for almost two years, but..."

"Why are you telling outsiders this!"

The girl lost her temper again. She flicked her long hair, drove the makeup artist away, and rushed to the door with her long legs, "FXXXYOU!" slammed the door shut.

"FXXXYOU...FXXXYOU..." Song Yaru was struck by lightning and froze in place. The girl's scolding kept echoing in his mind, not because he was hit by the other party's attitude, but...

fxxxyou fxxxyou

fxxxyou very very much

Cause we hate what you do

And we hate your whole crew

So please don't stay in touch

fxxxyou fxxxyou

fxxxyou very very much

Cause your words don't

And it's getting quite late

So please don't stay in touch