Chapter 511

Shakira followed them back to New York in the afternoon. She almost gave 20% of her singer Yuebai to A+ Records. too much.

Of course, A+ Records has to bear the same proportion of her training and publicity costs, not to mention Song Ya herself, even the current A+ Records is only a small amount of money.

According to Roberto Claywell's reaction last time, she had already made this decision, and she probably didn't deliberately act after hearing that she became a billionaire.

The Apocalypse song is a popular punk rock style. Since there is no MV and only movie clips, he doesn't know who the female group who sang the original song is. The singing skills are average, and a lot of electronic sounds are used to embellish the singing.

The first three months of 1994 belonged entirely to his film career, and nothing could interfere with it. On the second day, he entered an old local nightclub in Los Angeles to film his first scene.

This is also the first day for the actors to join the group. All the main creators gathered together and held a short press conference. The publisher, Universal Pictures, gave a mediocre evaluation of the script. Basically follow this level.

The reporters were very active, but unfortunately more than half of the questions were directed at the 100 million dollar deal that Song Ya just completed. He stole too much limelight from the crew.

Fortunately, there are no other big stars in this drama, and others need to rub his enthusiasm, so there is no complaint.

Xiao Lizi received unanimous praise for his performance of the mentally handicapped boy in "A Different Sky" which was released not long ago. They all believed that he was worthy of the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor. The same kind of Hollywood niche has just hung a big hit in front of Rui Fan. Phoenix, his stardom was even more optimistic, so his agent made an offer that the producer would not accept, and declined the role of the heroine's ex-boyfriend reserved for him.

Don't blame him, that role is really unpleasant, and the casting director found a third-rate actor with a bad face, which is exactly what Song Ya wants.

"Is this the end?" After coming down from the press conference, Song Ya was still unsatisfied, "Don't you want to put a pig's head and burn incense and worship God or something?"

"Show what?" The old director Larry was startled, "Is it an African tradition?"

"Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

The film crew, which had always made him feel a bit fragmented, suddenly began to operate like a precision instrument, without any jerky. The scheduling of Amblin Entertainment and the grassroots personnel recruited by William Morris were all professional. For the group that is no less, there is no problem with professionalism at all, and everyone is busy step by step, and they are responsible for their duties.

"Here, change it again, and here, don't make the graffiti look too new!" The art director was telling the subordinates who were writing and drawing on both sides of the corridor.

"You come with me..." The production manager brought a group of extras into the set, "Stand here, you two, here... don't look at the camera, wait a minute, don't let me find out that someone is watching the camera!"

The costumer held a marked piece of paper with all the color numbers in his hand, and checked the costumes of the extras one by one with Zack Schneider, "This girl needs to change clothes, it doesn't match the scene renderings, and the color is too outstanding." Kschneider said.

"Yeah." The dressmaker tilted his head at the black girl, "I'll take you to change one."

The extra girl rolled her eyes and walked away with her reluctantly, "Hey! Don't change your clothes!" She caught another white girl on the way, and her conservative evening dress was quietly tied up , into a style with a big halter, "You're done! Assistant director!" She immediately reported to Zack Schneider.

"You go over there!"

Zach Schneider took the girl's arm and pushed her to the corner of the nightclub, where the camera could barely see.

"No! I was wrong, I don't dare to do it again!" The girl broke down and cried on the spot.

The other female cosplayers gloated and pointed at her, while the male cosplayer next to her took the opportunity to comfort the warm guy in a low voice, that she looks passable.

"Is it okay? Is this okay?"

In the seat reserved for the protagonist, the recording assistant held up a microphone hanging on a long pole and asked the cameraman loudly.

"Wait, it can be higher." The photographer kept looking at the viewfinder of the camera. "Wait, you can't go lower than this position. Don't be soft when shooting, otherwise you will definitely fail."

"Don't worry, he's nicknamed Iron Arm." The sound engineer on the side laughed.

Not far away, old Larry was chatting with Adam Sandra and Little Fatty who were standing in front of him, "Wait a minute, you have to react fast, Adam, when you see the gangster villain pull out his gun... Hey! Hey! Calm down!" He demonstrated himself, lowered his body, opened his hands, and made a harmless gesture, "Then! Be sure to explain this paragraph well, and then go to pull APLUS, you do it again."

"Hey! Hey! Calm down!" Adam Sandra followed up with a black accent of Chicago's southside accent, "APLUS, let's go..."

"Um?"

"Oh, Taylor, let's go, let's go, let's go..."

"OK, what's your reaction?" Old Larry asked Little Fatty again.

"YO, I know how to act, I have a life." The little fat pier was very proud, he made a suppressed anger expression, and stared at old Larry's hand that was about to shoot, his eyes were murderous.

"This kid..." His guardian, that is, his mother, rolled her eyes at his manager.

"Very good, just act like this." Old Larry nodded approvingly, "Then follow APLUS and Adam, and leave with them..."

Little Fatty turned around and left.

"Very well, that's it... Uh, where are you going? Come back! It's all right! Card!"

"You're so handsome darling."

In the large dressing room exclusive to Song Ya, there is no noisy and chaotic order outside at all. He is trying on the costumes he will use later, two long and short T-shirts produced by A+ Apparel, black and red color matching a bull hat, a bunch of people are busy around, but they all keep absolutely quiet, only the conversation between him and Mariah Carey.

Mariah Carey graciously helped him adjust the angle of the hat, and took a few steps back to appreciate it for a while, "Well, do you really want to wear these fat-leg pants that are not gray?" The trousers on the legs are very objectionable, "Why don't you wear your modified version of flying squirrel trousers."

"I can not afford it."

"How is that possible! You just made a hundred million!" she yelled.

"I can afford it, but the protagonist can't afford it..." Song Ya rolled her eyes.

"Uh, yes..."

"APLUS, fifteen minutes." The staff came in to remind.

"Wait, can I play a role next to you?" Mariah Carey asked suddenly.

"Don't be like this, Miss Kelly, neither the company nor Donovan will agree." The female assistant hurriedly stopped her.

"Oh, well, then I can only watch from the side." She said disappointedly, and raised her hand to Song Ya again, "Honey, your first scene."

"It feels like you're more nervous than me." Song Ya smiled and gave her a high-five, and started to walk out.

"Hmph, do people care about you..." She, her assistants, and a large group of Fu Huadao followed behind.

He was led all the way to the front of the camera. In the first scene, the protagonist was threatened with a gun by a jealous gangster, and then the male second pulled him away.

Originally, the first scene was supposed to be him dancing with Halle. Considering that the difficulty of filming could not be so high right away, old Larry chose to shoot the scene that is more literary and dramatic first.

"Yo..." He bumped fists with the black men who played gangsters, and the little chubby guy, ignoring the camera assistant who was gesturing all over his face and body with a light meter.

"Finally confirmed, dance out of my life, the first act, the first scene..."

The scene reporter came over with a clipboard and checked them one by one, "The filming crew...the recording crew...OK, the extras are in place..."