Chapter 460 The Second Faint

"cheers!"

The first concert at the Maria Kelly Proctor Theater ended perfectly, and Song Ya held a grand party in the Tribeca Villa to celebrate the concert and, by the way, the victory in the record company's personnel struggle.

"Congratulations, Daniel! Hey, Newman..."

After the concert was over, she still had to accept interviews and take some promotional photos. She was busy until late before she came back to appear at her party.

After finishing greetings with the new president and the joint manager, she suddenly jumped up on the spot, and hung on Song Ya's body in a rather indecent position, "I'm so tired, take me to the bedroom."

"Hey, there are so many people watching..." Song Ya looked at the party guests who were smiling and looking over, and whispered in her ear.

"What are you afraid of, my old lady is free." She replied in a black accent.

"Welcome..." Song Ya had no choice but to stretch out her hand, "Larry, Trey..." He greeted the old Larry who came back with her, Trey Laurenz, and carried her back to the master bedroom.

Her makeup artist and stylist followed behind, helping to carry the Dior haute couture evening gown she had ordered just for the party, as well as the Alea shoes.

"Just finished singing so many songs, don't drink too much later." Song Ya sent her there, said a few words of love, and then asked a few more words before she came out.

"It's best for her not to show her words, deeds and behavior in front of the public. Her character design is perfect. We just need to continue the path designed by Motura." Newman said.

"This is your task now Newman." Song Ya replied.

"But she's only willing to listen to you," Newman said.

"Okay." Song Ya saw that Nas had just entered the door, "Brother Nas, this way."

"Hey..." Nas came over to say hello, and Song Ya went to pull old friends such as Walter, David Cole, and Roberto Clivell over and introduce them to Daniel.

"President of Sony Columbia Records, wow, what will the outside world think if they know that he got this job with almost nothing?" The high-spirited Daniel whispered: "Now he is the biggest winner, how ironic."

"No way, someone has to fill that position. He is the only qualified candidate I can find, and I didn't expect to have a media war with Sony." Song Ya replied.

"Did he answer our questions?" Goodman asked.

"That's right." Song Ya told her what Daniel had said to herself, about why Sony made the personnel decision that day.

As we all know, Sony's investment in American entertainment business, Sony Columbia Records and Columbia Pictures, one succeeded, and the other suffered setbacks. Motura's position as the president of Sony Columbia Records is the result of a compromise between MJ, David Geffen, Sony, the seller cbs, and former president Yetnikov. Strictly speaking, this candidate is an accidental product. The biggest surprise.

The two co-chairmen of Columbia Pictures, Guber and Peters, were jointly recommended by Sony's trusted caa president Michael Ovitz, Sony Electronics Beimi president Schulhoff, and professional headhunting companies. Sony placed high hopes on them , gave them a lot of power, but these two professional managers bit their blood vessels like vampires, bought their company for 200 million dollars, and then they were sued with Warner Bros. After years of huge losses, those two guys' net worth skyrocketed.

In this context, Schulhoff was under great pressure. Sony had already made up its mind to kick Guber and Peters out of Columbia Pictures in 1995. I want Motura, the most satisfied manager, to also manage Columbia Pictures and reduce losses to help him protect himself.

And Motura will not foolishly become the president of Sony Entertainment. He clearly knows that he can't compete with Gubel and Peters, who have more family connections than him, in Hollywood, so he clearly rejected Shu Erhuo. Husband's proposal,

And Sony headquarters didn't support it either. Anyway, Guber and Peters could be driven away in 1995, which is already a huge loss. Thanks to two years, it can be accepted. There is no need to take the risk of messing up Sony Columbia Records.

So this time Schulhoff took advantage of the opportunity of Song Ya's rebellion to force Sony and the caught Motura to accept his idea, which is why Gao Shu was so angry about the decision.

"Schulhoff dared to do anything in order to get a life-saving straw. To a certain extent, you have to thank him." Hamlin laughed after listening: "I didn't expect this physicist to start a personnel struggle. Good hand."

"Motura would be even more powerful if he was also successful at Columbia Pictures," Goodman said.

"Don't worry, this kind of position is a poison. Didn't Daniel suffer a lot from the position of EMI's president? He can't do anything to the managers of the powerful labels below. The same is true for Motura for Columbia Pictures. " Song Ya is not worried about this, Motura is very strong in the record industry, but he has no foundation in Hollywood.

"Wow!" At this time, the crowd let out a burst of exclamation, followed by warm applause.

Mariah Carey has already changed her clothes, from the conservative black fashion at the concert to a rather revealing pink evening dress, and she appeared in front of everyone in a charming manner, receiving attention and congratulations.

"Honey." Song Ya went to hug her and waved to everyone with her, "Is this dress a bit too... Uh, I don't want my girlfriend to be seen naked..."

"Hey!" She slapped Song Ya's arm, "Don't say Motura's lines, don't you like me so unbeautiful?"

"Of course it's beautiful, and I like it very much, but...in short, wear less of this kind of clothes, and forget it today." Song Ya said helplessly: "And your hairstyle..."

She tied up her wavy hair and made it into a side ponytail. "What's wrong with my hairstyle?" she asked.

"Your forehead is a bit high, and it's not too...uh, it's not suitable to show it all."

"I like it! You even said I'm not good-looking, damn it! Don't allow it in the future!"

The party dj played strong music, and the lights were dimmed, "We dance too!" She didn't worry about her hairstyle anymore, and happily twisted with Song Ya, and added a lot of "self-touching" to her hands. 'Actions.

Song Ya had no choice but to block her as much as possible to block the gazes of other guests.

After dancing to the song, "I'm so tired! Hahaha..." She laughed wantonly, took a glass of wine from the waiter casually, raised her neck and took a big gulp, "But my mother is so happy today! Walter!" She Song Ya was pulled into the small circle familiar to Walter, David Cole, and Roberto Clivell.

"No, why are you talking more and more black?" Song Ya asked.

"I was poor before, okay? After I debuted, I used to massage the pronunciation designed by Tula and them. I have learned it for a long time. I don't like fake looks. It's more comfortable to change back." She said: "This That's the real me."

Song Ya wiped off his sweat.

A few people sat down on the sofa and chatted casually, "Miss Kelly, drink less, it's bad for your throat, aplus, you don't even try to persuade her." The villain is upright Walt.

"I persuaded." Song Ya knocked her hand out of the wine bottle, and she picked a small cream cake on the table, threw it into her mouth and chewed, "Well, it's delicious, I'm hungry Dead. By the way, there is one more thing, you guys wait." He trotted back to the bedroom excitedly.

"She seems to have completely let herself go..." Song Ya looked at her back and sighed.

"You have to keep her under control, drink less, keep in shape and public image, and take over those jobs from Motura, otherwise..." Walter took the opportunity to warn.

"It seems that this must be necessary..." Song Ya nodded in agreement.

"Dangdang!" She came back with a document in her hand and stuffed it into Song Ya's hand, "You promised me a movie, don't try to renege on it!"

"What...something, is this a script? You wrote it?" Song Ya opened it, as if it really was.

"Of course, based on my personal experience before signing with Sony Columbia Records," she replied triumphantly.

"wtf..."

Song Ya saw the description of her relationship with a small producer named Gavin Christopher, and immediately became unhappy, and threw the rough script back on the table, "Why should I cast a love movie between my girlfriend and ex-ex-boyfriend?" !?"

"Ah no, no..." He shook his index finger and stuffed the script back, "What you promised must not be counted."

"No, there's no way to do this."

Song Ya held the script and stared at her shaking fingers, and music and pictures appeared in her mind.

rockin'

'cause goes with diamonds

gotapinkown

i'llonstage

with the stadium lightup

Accompanied by hip-hop and rhythm and blues-style music, on a subway car, a fat aunt with heavy makeup and flamboyant clothes is posing for the camera, touching herself, and wagging her fingers.

isaidno

nono

ano

nono

that'sano

nono

isaidno

nono

"Mimi, I love you, you are indeed my muse of inspiration, I knew the apocalypse was indispensable when I was with you, this song? Hmm, it's quite suitable for you hehe." The unhappiness in Song Ya's heart dissipated immediately , thinking happily: "This aunt's voice is exactly like hers, and I don't need to change what I sing to her... Huh? Aunt?"

Song Ya took a closer look, couldn't believe it, and looked again carefully, "Hey..." He gasped and collapsed suddenly, as if someone had strangled his neck again.

Such a fat aunt... No... Isn't it Mariah Carey herself! ? Could it be that in the future she will become... like this! ?

I couldn't breathe anymore, the air in my lungs was quickly drained, and the rhythm of the whole world suddenly slowed down.

The drumbeat of the music became slow, and no one noticed his abnormality. He saw Mariah Carey's hand reaching for a piece of macaron on the table, picking up the hot dessert, and biting on it with a big mouth , the sound of teeth cutting food was heard clearly, followed by the sound of chewing.

"do you know?"

While eating, she showed off to David Cole in a bold black accent: "We...have been together for a long time...you didn't realize...haha...ha..." After she finished speaking, she raised her neck and drank Take a big sip of red wine, gurgling, the sound of the wine entering the throat is heavier than the drum beat, hitting Song Ya's heart one after another.

"Don't eat any more!"

Song Ya used her last strength to slap half of the macaron in her hand away.

"ah!"

Then he yelled in pain, and fell straight down. The desire to survive made him grab the white tablecloth on the table, but it was too late, his consciousness dissipated, and his eyes turned into darkness.