Chapter 68 Medical Examination Card

I also want to know how the poor street ghosts might not want to be signed by a big record company, but as a black rapper with a strong grassroots label, they often talk about fighting against the oppression of the white class represented by the big record company every day, singing In the lyrics, in order to win the recognition of the basic group of the black bottom group, this delicate dilemma is very difficult to deal with, 'doing dirty work as a sniper for MCA records', the wave boy and even Rakim can't ignore it. Negative impact on them after dissemination.

Although the Volatile Boy beat Little Lowry in an aboveboard rap battle, and Little Lowry was definitely wronged to hit people, but as Pablo said, "They are also afraid of us", the rappers and the underground who have not yet controlled the city The powerful New York black gangs are very weak in the face of the basically formed Chicago drug trafficking trust GD.

Song Ya's identity is both right and left, and Rakim, as a veteran rap star who has been around for so many years, is definitely not a fool.

At five o'clock in the morning, after Pablo received a call from Song Ya, he personally brought some compensation terms to the wave boy, so that the other party would go downhill.

"Boy, this is not a bad job."

Steven was very satisfied when he saw that the situation had eased, and took the initiative to pull Songya to chat alone outside the store.

"No one wants to see violence happen." Song Ya just opened his mouth for such a sanctimonious cliché.

"Oh, these NGers never let me worry, the black community needs young people like you." Steven yawned, "I'm getting old, I can't stand it anymore."

"You pay attention to your body."

The two chatted briefly, and Old Jones came out and happily grabbed Song Ya's hand, "Thanks for having your child."

"Your son is very talented and can make little Lowry like that." Song Ya replied with a smile.

The famous jazz musician undoubtedly doted on his son very much, and grinned, "Forget it, I'm thankful that he can change his temper, this time it can be regarded as a lesson."

"correct."

Song Ya did not forget the original intention when she came here, "My first single MV lacks a heroine, do you have any recommendations? You know, I had a little misunderstanding with the music industry here before, this time I don't want to do it again. Made a mistake."

"Black girls in New York let you choose your child." Steven became more and more satisfied, his eyes on Song Ya changed, and his mouth began to lose control.

"Yeah!" Old Jones tacitly took over the role of fanfare, "Steven is a big shot, you've got the right person to ask him."

"Hahahaha..." Steven smiled and waved his hands again and again, "We are old and almost out of date, and the future will be the era of young people like APLUS."

"I'm out of date, you're a big deal at Atlantic Records."

"After all, aren't you still working for white people? Jones, you used to be much more popular than me, why don't you say, you guy, remember that time in 1968? Performing in Atlanta, the girl I fell in love with, Did it climb into your bed afterward? Huh?"

"Uh, I don't remember exactly."

"You don't tell the truth, you old bastard."

"Hey! It's you, you can still remember the hatred from more than 20 years ago."

"You mean I'm stingy?"

"No no no..."

The more the two chatted, the more out of tune they became.

"Uh, let me explain in advance that the cost of my MV is very low, and the heroine's salary will not be higher than 4,000 dollars..." Song Ya hurriedly brought the topic back to business, "One, one is fine, I don't want agents fight again."

"Don't worry, just wait for my call, it's only two days." Steven agreed.

After six o'clock, Pablo also came out, and he walked up to Steven, "Steven, this time..."

"Take care of your little Lori, OK? Don't let this kind of thing get to my ears again."

Steven warned him rudely.

"I'll watch out,

I promise. "

Pablo's posture was very low. He said goodbye to Steven and old Jones, winked at Song Ya, and left alone.

Rakim hugged the still resentful Volatile Boy and then came out, "Since Little Lowry has bowed his head, let's stop this time. I am very optimistic about you. Next year, I will perform live with the 'big professor'." , how about giving you a chance to show off on stage?"

The Volatile Boy nodded aggrievedly.

"You little bastard, doesn't Rakim even thank you for giving you the chance?" Old Jones began to lecture his son again.

"Thanks, Rakim." Wave Boy thanked in a low voice.

"That's right." Rakim patted his bruised face, "Look, look, this face looks more like McCorleone, it's a badge of honor, don't cry. But seriously, you The name is too low, wave boy, boy, KID, who will take you seriously? Do you have other nicknames? It’s impossible to come to my stage without a famous stage name.”

"NAS," Wave Boy said, "They sometimes call me NAS."

"Yeah! It's a good name." Rakim looked back at the dozen or so attendants behind him, "Isn't it good?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

Except for the fact that Rakim was scared when he drew his gun, the result was not bad. Three days later, Song Ya rushed to the second pre-meeting of the MV for the single I feel it coming.

The scenery in the simple shed has been set up, the prop master is coloring the foam plastic disguised as strange rocks, the gravel on the ground has been laid, and the curtain for adding the sky effect in the later stage has also been hung up.

"APLUS."

The MV director is a young white man named Zack Schneider. He handed the modified renderings to Song Ya, "Look, is this okay?"

"There's something wrong with the color, right?" Song Ya scratched her head looking at the color effect in the comic style.

"Don't you think this would be beautiful?" Zack Snyder asked.

"Uh...forget it, just go with the original plan, Zach."

Song Ya thought about it and still didn't want to be troublesome. He subtracted the part of the original version that paid homage to 2001: A Space Odyssey, and cut off the special effects of petrification, which would be very expensive. At the end of the MV, the two unknown men in helmets no longer appeared. Everything is to save money and trouble. The effect is also immediate. Columbia's famous producer is very satisfied with the budget control, and only occasionally comes over to take a look. Song Ya's right to speak has been greatly increased invisibly, and the new director in front of the director has no problem.

"Okay, you have the final say." Zack Schneider was a little disappointed and went to other things.

"APLUS, the girl is here." The staff came to tell him.

The girl introduced by Steven finally came. Song Ya went to the small reception room and saw a black woman waiting inside.

"Hello." He stepped forward to shake hands with the other party, and looked carefully at the way.

Girl, no, a woman in her twenties, very thin, nearly 1.7 meters tall, can't tell what her figure looks like under the gray leather jacket, she looks like Song Ya's favorite type of mixed race, a bit darker, with very mixed facial features Atmospheric, very, very beautiful, but very sluggish, shaking hands and greetings are all limp as if you haven't eaten, and you have the same ear-length curly hair as Whitney Houston, black with some brown hair, and the hair quality is also very bad.

"Miss Berry, right?" Song Ya flipped through the other party's resume, "Miss Ohio, Miss America, wow..."

"Yeah, you can just call me Harley." The woman bit her lips lazily at him, "Those are all in the past tense. I'm not tall enough to enter the modeling circle. Now I'm just a failed actor."

Song Ya felt that the other party's state seemed to be sucking something, and his eyebrows frowned, "Are you okay? Why didn't you see your manager?"

"He's in Los Angeles, very busy," Harry replied.

"Did Steven send you here?"

"Steven? Oh, that old man, yes." Harry looked out of the reception room, took off his leather jacket casually, and revealed a nearly transparent top with nothing inside. He twisted his waist, Closely approaching, he said boldly: "How many people do I have to sleep with in order to get this role?" Then he blew into Song Ya's ear.

"return?"

Song Yaxin said that old Steven didn't expect you to be that kind of person, so he stepped back a little to distance himself, "No, I can make the decision."

"But the figure is really good, so thin, I didn't expect that the bottom should be convex, it should be up..." Song Ya swallowed secretly.

"You are APLUS, right? Steven asked me to come here and everything is up to you." Harley scratched Song Ya's chest gently with her fingers.

"Are you an addict?" Song Ya asked directly, planning to let the people from Colombia take her for a urine test later, he didn't want to be associated with an addict.

"No!"

Harley withdrew her seductive expression, and withdrew her hand, "I'm just, I just recently..." She turned around with some embarrassment, took out a piece of paper from her leather jacket, and handed it over, "Something's wrong with my body."

"Type 1 diabetes..." Song Ya saw that it was a physical examination card.

"And here." Harley pointed to the other columns of the physical examination card. The results of all kinds of drugs and sexually transmitted diseases were negative.

"Yeah." Song Ya nodded.

"Do you believe Steven? If you believe him, you should know that I am my own person, and I understand the rules. You don't have to worry about anything. I will blackmail you back." Harley started again, and she leaned softly Song Ya, "I need this role very much. I came to New York to become famous, but now..."

She suddenly started to cry, "But I am a failed actor who sleeps in a homeless shelter. All my belongings are a few expensive evening clothes in my bag. Not long ago, I suddenly fell ill on the set. Even my agent didn't bother to care about my life or death. die……"

"Ahem, your acting skills are very good Harley..." Song Ya retreated again and again.

"If I can perform such real-life acting skills, I won't be as embarrassed as I am now."

It may be that Song Ya's dodge made her feel very frustrated. She picked up the leather jacket and put it on, ready to go out.

"Where are you going?" Song Ya was a little puzzled.

"You didn't see me, so what if you don't leave?" Harry replied casually.

"Didn't Steven tell you?"

"say what?"

"You are the only girl I have found. If you can come here, you don't have to sleep with anyone. The heroine of my MV is yours."