Chapter 683? Ex-Ex-Girlfriend

"APLUS! DOG!"

It was already around 20 degrees in Miami in April, and the temperature in Chicago, where the group started, was only in single digits. Snoop Dogg took the lead, waved to the fans who came to pick up the plane, and then put on sunglasses and sighed: "M -Fxxk what a sun and sea breeze! I really hate that damn weather in Chicago...”

"So what about the next stop, Las Vegas? It's a city in the desert." Song Ya smiled and walked over to greet fans and sign autographs.

"Hey, of course I like Las Vegas too." Snoop Dogg smiled: "By the way, Tyson just got out of prison on parole, and he invited me and Suk Knight to his party there... ..."

"Sugnett? Then I won't go, and I hear Tyson's party is pretty raunchy, have a good time."

Song Ya shook his head and refused, "Besides, I have to stay one more day to shoot the MV." Taking advantage of the opportunity to come to Miami Beach and have ready-made female models available, he will spend a day shooting the MV of the song Cheerleader in the second album. According to the original version of Apocalypse, it is actually singing and dancing on the beach with beautiful girls in bikinis and cheerleading uniforms, and then playing beach volleyball. It is very simple and economical.

"I knew it, how about you, Biggie?" Snoop Dogg asked.

Biggie wanted to go, hesitated, took a few deep breaths, and then discussed with his followers in a low voice, "Forget it, it's not convenient for me to appear with Su Ge Knight." Not bad, hold back.

"Shxt, then I don't care about you."

Snoop Dogg has a high emotional intelligence, so he didn't pester him anymore.

The popularity of the three most popular local hip-hop singers can still be seen. Song Ya is frantically sought after by almost all pick-up fans. Snoop Dogg’s fans are concentrated in the black group, while Biggie is far behind. Outside of the greater New York area, some local Miami fans don't even know him.

"South Beach, South Beach..."

He was a little upset, and urged Song Ya to finish signing quickly so that he could go to the A+ clothing show to play.

"Alright alright."

Song Ya waved and blew kisses farewell to the fans, and the group went to meet Huang Yuan, who came to pick them up in person, and drove to the beach city in a mighty way. Basically, all the fashion shows in Miami were concentrated in the luxurious beach next to the South Beach. In the hotel.

"The peak of the swimwear show will not be reached until August, and now the catwalks are basically small fast-moving brands."

The show time was at night, and the stands on both sides were empty. Some male models and female models were rehearsing on the runway, and the lighting effects were not turned on. .

"Mr. APLUS, I'm so excited, so honored..." This enchantingly dressed white man winked at Song Ya.

"Hello."

There are too many GAYs in this industry, and Song Ya is not surprised. He shook hands with him generously and hugged him affectionately for a photo, "It's up to you tonight."

"Don't worry, Mr. APLUS." The other party replied happily.

Song Ya heard the coquettish voices of many female models, and when she looked back, Snoop Dogg and Biggie had already brought their attendants to strike up a conversation, and the runway was in chaos.

Song Ya observed for a while, and felt that some of them were not inferior to the first-line supermodels in appearance, but their steps were a lot worse, and their figures... It's hard to say, because most of the supermodels now have Kate Moss's neutral face and flat figure, The curves of the girls here are more in line with their own aesthetics. But their professionalism is really not very good. Seeing the big-name singers show up, they were all happy, and soon left the rehearsal and screamed to socialize with the dogs. "There don't seem to be any famous models?" He asked Scout and designers.

"We don't need it yet."

Scott replied: "Female models are all third-tier, while male models are basically second-tier..."

"Okay, I don't have any experience for the first time, so it's better to be cautious." Song Ya knew that men bought most of her T-shirts at present, so she nodded in approval.

"Didn't you work with Tyra Banks in the MV? I asked her agent, and she doesn't mind helping out..." Scott took the opportunity to mention.

"Well……"

Song Ya lowered her voice, "Forget it, some people don't like me having any further contact with her."

Both Scout and the designer laughed. They thought it was because Mariah Carey didn't like it, but only Song Ya knew it was because of Halle Berry's feelings.

"Hey, let's rehearse, too."

He brought these two guys here for business, and the three of them would perform Dead And Gone on stage in the middle of the show.

"Hey, APLUS, you fucking..." Gougou followed Huang Yuan backstage with a smile on his face, then turned around and cursed, "We need to talk about money! Go find my agent!"

"Just for a while, fifteen minutes! Otherwise, you don't want to sit there at night!"

Song Ya immediately pointed at the stepped stands and threatened him.

The fashion industry still retains a strong old European atmosphere, and the arrangement of seats in the stands next to it is very particular. The first row of conspicuous positions closest to the runway is generally reserved for celebrities, fashion magazine editors, well-known designers, photographers, and models. Brokers, celebrities, or important buyers of major high-end department stores can see their status in the fashion industry at a glance. If there is an embarrassing incident where the cafe and seat do not correspond, both the celebrity and the organizer will lose face.

"Fxxk!"

Gangster rappers are not very popular in fashion shows these days. They don't care about it on the surface, but in fact, if they have the opportunity to sit on the runway and pretend to be aggressive, why would they not want to! As expected, Gougou and Biggie obediently turned around cursing. Song Ya asked Scout to tell the on-site sound engineer to play the accompaniment, and then the three of them sang and gesticulated to the music on the runway, and it was considered a deal.

"Then I'm going to rest. Can this place be full at night? I mean, you didn't just find some people to make up the number?"

He saw Snoop Dogg and the others alive and well, and he was a little tired, so he asked Scout.

"Well."

Scout had a look of embarrassment on his face, "Our brand is cheap, and no well-known fashion industry people have the intention to come here, but boss, don't worry, there will be no accidents at night, at least I can guarantee that the stands are all bright and beautiful men and women."

It’s like this, the fashion industry is full of sensitive people, high-end people will not casually appear in the pheasant catwalk show, and the big show of high-end brands will not allow low-end guests to appear in the middle of the stands In a conspicuous position, at most the corner positions on both sides of the first row are allocated to some related households who need to be exposed.

"Okay, I'll come back tonight."

Song Ya took people to the hotel next door to rest. In the evening, he changed into formal clothes, and dressed up according to the hip-hop singer's aesthetic style as the dog who thought he was the most beautiful boy in the audience, Biggie in Puffing Dad's own brand suit, Huang Yuan and other locals. Hip-hop stars sat in the middle of the first row of stands.

Scout was right. The faces of the people who came tonight were very strange, but at least everyone was dressed in fashion. It was a very honorable thing to be invited to watch the show anyway. Before the show, people happily socialized with each other and had fun in.

Soon, the first official fashion show of A+ Apparel began. The lights dimmed, the music played, and the models stepped on the stage energetically. Snoop Dogg and Biggie were so happy that they both stood up and met Gang Soon a third-rate female model clapped and whistled.

In the middle of the show, the three of them came to the stage to sing, pushing the atmosphere of the audience to the highest point.

"But the old me's dead and gone, Dead and Gon..."

After singing the last line, he seemed to see a familiar face appearing at the far end of the show. The two looked at each other, and the other side left. Unfortunately, it was too dark to confirm.

"I seem to have seen Mira just now, did you see it?" After returning to the stands, he quietly asked the old Mike who was sitting right behind.

"So?" Old Mike asked back.

He stopped talking, and after the show was over, it was the landlord Huang Yuan's turn to arrange the show, but he still declined, and asked Huang Yuan to take the dog and Biggie to a party over there, while he went back to the hotel to rest.

"I thought I saw Mira just now," he asked Linda again.

"Well, she's also catwalking here, another small brand, also on the same runway, tomorrow night." Linda replied: "I also recognized her just now, so I stopped by to find out."

"She returned to the runway again?" Song Ya asked: "Shouldn't she still be on tour? She came to me on purpose?"

"I came back early, but I haven't been able to catch the catwalks of first- and second-tier clothing brands. Her tour in cafes and bars should also be canceled by the performing arts agency. Come to the money."

Linda shook her head: "It shouldn't be intentional. The small brands like A+ clothing are the same as ours. The catwalks are signed to model agencies. They send models over according to the client's asking price and requirements. Mira is now working with that model agency. The brokerage company signed a short contract."

"oh."

Song Ya thought of her popularity when she was the most popular back then, and couldn't help but sigh, "I thought she could earn some popularity by fighting with Fergie in the air. She was really hurt by his father."

"I heard that Mr. Jovovich's case will be judged next month. The enthusiasm for her and Fergie's little horses will pass quickly. Ordinary people will forget about it after watching the fun, and Fergie and Pai Kingsley are so shrewd. After guessing the real purpose of her solicitation, she quickly left the battle, and now the two of them are in the same place, and it will be completely useless for Miss Fergie to continue arguing."

Linda asked, "Do you want to see her? I should be able to try to make it work."

Song Ya gave her assistant a strange look, as if her attitude towards Mariah Carey had changed slightly after the rape incident, "No..." He touched the wedding ring on his left ring finger, "I just Ask."

"Well, then you can rest, boss, we have to shoot the MV tomorrow." Linda went out and closed the bedroom door for him.

After sleeping during the day, Song Ya couldn't fall asleep again at night. She couldn't help but recalled the past with Mira, shook her head quickly, dialed his wife's mobile phone, and turned on the TV again.

"APLUS, it is a pleasure to cooperate with you."

Since he made his way in Hollywood, he didn't care much about the specific shooting of the MV. The next morning, he went to Miami's beautiful South Beach, where there was already a Cheerleader MV crew waiting, including the director. I don't know either, it's all done by Sony Columbia Records.

"I'm honored too."

He shook hands with the young white director, then put on an A+ clothing T-shirt, and quickly started shooting with yesterday's female models. He usually seduces them with common means, but he is always respectful and insensitive, and very cunningly keeps a working distance from them.

Do you need me?

Do you think I'mpretty?

Do I make you feel like cheating?

And I'm like no, not really

Cheerleader's unofficial version of the accompaniment was played at the shooting site, and Miami's beautiful sunshine, beach, bikini girls and coastline were used as the background. He gestured to the upward camera and lip-synced hip-hop gestures, and quickly finished his part before noon. The original MV is as simple as that, and the effect is actually good. Of course, the quality of future MVs will undoubtedly be much ahead of this era.

"Do you want to be present to supervise the other girls' group dance?" The director came over and asked, "The sun is too bright at noon, so I have to wait until four o'clock in the afternoon for those parts."

"Forget it, this song of mine is already very leisurely, it doesn't matter if you don't dance well, and you don't even need to pursue the dance steps too deliberately..."

He confessed to the director, "Shoot more material, and I will participate in the post-editing. By the way, let the girls try to dress cooler and match the style of my second album. Sony Columbia Records gave you the relevant requirements, right? ?”

"OK, no problem, I know."

The little MV director had no idea at all in front of the big stars, and readily agreed to them one by one.

"Did the dogs go to Las Vegas?"

Regardless of the frustrated eyes of the girls, he left the temporarily isolated beach studio surrounded by bodyguards (I won't write in detail if the MV is not related to the plot in the future).

"Well, I left in the morning, and they will meet you there." Linda replied.

"Then let's rush there as soon as possible." Song Ya nodded, "The shooting went well today, I thought it would be done at night."

"Boss..." At this moment, Scout wiped his sweat anxiously and appeared in front of him, "One of Biggie's followers made trouble backstage at the runway yesterday, what should we do?"

"Aren't they all gone?" Song Ya frowned.

"That guy seems to be entangled with a model from last night, so he stayed quietly. I went backstage today and found no one. The other party probably didn't tell him that he was filming an MV on the beach today. He drank a lot and made a scene. What should we do? If we don’t stop the organizers, we will call the police and arrest them.”

Scout led him to last night's catwalk.

Song Ya followed into the entrance, and suddenly remembered that Mira was tonight's show, and she should be rehearsing in it now, and immediately stopped, "Damon, are you familiar with Biggie's followers? Take Mawota in and put him Just take it out..."

"OK."

Damon Dash, who was temporarily acting as a follower, led someone to follow Scout.

Song Ya stood at the entrance with Old Mike and others, feeling a little melancholy suddenly. He couldn't figure out why he had to avoid meeting Mira, and a drunken black voice quickly came out, "Damon! Get out! Then Where's Bichi? She tricked me, I want to see her, right now!"

"Fxxk! Stop embarrassing Biggie and us New Yorkers here!"

Song Ya looked in, and the drunk was being dragged on the runway by the collar of Damon Dash and Mawota alone, and the guy was kicking and struggling wildly. The female models who were rehearsing had already hid from the runway, and gathered together to watch the fun and talk and laugh.

He didn't see Mira's figure, so he turned his head to look for it, what a coincidence! It turned out that Mira was leaning against the wall near the entrance, only a few meters away from himself, alone, with a long and thin cigarette in his hand, with a cool expression on his face Cool staring at the farce on the runway, he took a sip without taking a sip, the baby fat on his cheeks has long since disappeared, his appearance is more neutral than when he was with him back then, his eyes are empty, and he is wearing a light and almost transparent dress The fashion, except for the little briefs below, is completely seen by others.

Immediately, Song Ya felt inexplicably upset, walked over a few steps, and took the cigarette out of her hand, "Why did you smoke this?" After checking it, it was an ordinary brand of women's cigarettes, so I was a little relieved.

"It is you……"

Mira turned her head to see him, she was surprisingly calm, she turned her head and continued to stare at the runway, "I've already smoked it, it's just cigarettes."

"Do you need to dress like this?" Song Ya asked in a low voice.

"What? Oh, you mean this..."

She lowered her head and slightly covered her chest with her hands, "I have been popular before, so I always get the most revealing clothes in catwalks. It's just work. It's nothing. I'm used to it. We don't avoid men when we change clothes backstage. Damn, this is the way it is, the time is too short."

"Where's your mother?" Song Ya looked up to find someone.

"Her?" Mira smiled indifferently, "I fired her, and the William Morris agent who was good with her was also fired. Now I am my own master."

Song Ya was speechless for a while, "It should have been like this long ago."

"Hehe." She lowered her head and smiled, but didn't speak again.

My ex-girlfriend's personality has changed too much. The vicissitudes and maturity she inadvertently revealed now makes Song Ya a little distressed. There is no way. The life she has experienced in the past few years has been too ups and downs. It's hard to face all that.

"I saw you yesterday." Song Ya said.

"Well, I know you have a performance, so I came over quietly to take a look. Your song is still so good... But I don't believe you will feel sad for little Lowry's death like in the song. You used to hate him very much. ..." She smiled slightly.

"Well……"

Song Ya was embarrassed, and the ex-girlfriend still understood herself, "I still remember that he tried to pick you up before."

"Well, I hated him the first time I saw him. I remember another time, at the Nike store? He was holding his girlfriend and Tony, the silencer, and AK. Is it called AK?"

"Yes, AK is dead too."

"I regret……"

The two unknowingly chatted about the past like old friends, "By the way, thank you for the precious gifts you gave me in the past, and helped me through the most difficult period. I rushed back to England, I still remember it..." She said, "I always wanted to say thank you personally, but... Fortunately, today I finally got the chance."

"It's nothing, it's easy to do." Song Ya waved his hand, "What happened to Mark Horton, the producer of your second college? He returned to Australia suddenly. He was pestering you, right?"

"Oh, I did it with my mum, and we designed it so that his wife caught him alone in the hotel room with me."

She shrugged lightly, as if she was talking about an ordinary thing, "Then my tour manager Chris Brenner took advantage of the situation and he followed me wherever I went. I wanted to use the old tricks to get rid of him." , but this time my mother didn’t want to cooperate with me. She even advised me to get together with that old man with some resources in the music industry. So I acted alone, but unfortunately he saw it through. After the fallout, the tour had to be suspended. Then I simply contacted the current modeling agency secretly, and used their energy to fire the manager's mother and her manager's lover again."

"Wow, did you do this by yourself?" It was hard for Song Ya to imagine that the girl who used to scream or cry emotionally could do all this alone in the sinister entertainment industry.

"Well, a person has to grow up." She said.

Suddenly, a flash of light came on, followed by the sound of a shutter. Song Ya looked up in surprise, and a black figure was passing through the dimly lit stands, running quickly to another exit.

"Fxxk! Damon! Leave that kid alone, stop him!" Song Ya shouted immediately.

"Who!?" Damon Dash and Mavota had just dragged Biggie's follower off the catwalk.

"That, that paparazzi who ran out! Catch him! Quick!"

Before Song Ya finished speaking, the man had disappeared from sight, "Oh! M-FXXK!" He smashed the lady's cigarette still in his hand to the ground.

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