Chapter 759?

"OK, this one is over!"

The most grand scene of the MV is also the last shot of Song Ya in the shooting plan. The heroine played by Kelly Rowland is taken by Song Ya to a party event for public announcement. In front of the interview wall with messy brand logos such as Netscape, she was dressed in expensive evening gowns and jewelry and was hugged by Song Ya, scratching her head and making poses under the bombardment of flashing lights by the 'reporters'.

She was very involved in the play, and Song Ya cooperated well. The director didn't call out at all, and let the two of them develop themselves for a while before they passed this one with satisfaction, "Thank you APLUS, this material can be cut out soon after returning. "

"I don't have a mission, right?" Song Ya asked him.

"Yes, the scenes with you were concentrated in the first two days, and the rest is all about Miss Roland." The producer of Sony Columbia Records replied.

"Yeah." Song Ya closed her eyes and compared it with the original MV. The heroine did have a lot of one-man shows, "Okay, then I'm leaving."

"Ah! Wait, wait!"

Beyoncé and Emily, who were watching from the outside, ran over screaming, "Can we take some pictures like this with you too?" Beyoncé asked.

"Of course." Song Ya nodded.

Several girls frolicked around him, holding his arms in turn, and imitating the stars in front of the advertising wall to pose as Joe, "You can make them..." Beyoncé pointed to the front of her again. extras.

"Oh, everyone, thank you!" Song Ya greeted the 'Reporters' group performers.

"But this camera is a prop..." an extra performer muttered in a low voice. The cameras in their hands were performance props, and they didn't have any film installed. They just used the flash function as required by the photographer.

"Do whatever you are asked to do..." Another extra performer next to him poked him, raised the camera, squinted his eyes and seized the opportunity to express himself, "Look over here, ladies, over here, yes... yes Yes, very good, very good."

Accompanying the girls to finish their celebrity addiction, Song Ya left the studio and got into an unremarkable filmed car in the parking lot. Old Mike, who was in charge of driving, and other usual convoys drove out to lure the paparazzi away. Drive away slowly, heading towards Queens.

The New York media and paparazzi are extremely developed, and meeting Fergie and Amy is very sensitive, so he has to be extra careful.

The car drove into NAS's old house in Queens. After he made a fortune, he bought a mansion. It was vacant here, but it never sold. He borrowed it easily after calling.

A nice two-story detached house with a garage. The wood of the house is a bit old, and the stairs creak when stepped on.

"Really? You're also releasing a special at the end of the year? Me too, but there won't be much publicity in the Beimi market. I'm going back to South America. Yes, it's a Spanish album..."

Walking to the second floor, a familiar accent came from a room, with a slightly Latin accent, and it would be as fast as a machine gun when he was happy. It was Shakira.

Fergie must have done it, she was so understanding, forest oh forest . . . what a beautiful forest.

Thinking of the past with the three of them in Chicago, Song Ya couldn't help feeling hot, and strode over to push the door open.

In New York in August, three little girls dressed very coolly were sitting on the sofa chatting lively. They were taken aback by his sudden appearance, and their respective reactions were completely different. Fergie looked away arrogantly, and Ai Mi Han stared at him with big eyes fluttering affectionately, while Shakira... seemed a little angry?

"Why did this guy come!? So there's no party at NAS today?" she asked Fergie.

"Don't ask me, it was his idea." It was obviously her own idea, but Fergie blamed it.

"Don't mess with me!"

Shakira picked up the bag and walked away with a frown.

Song Ya, who was at the door, subconsciously smiled and moved sideways to stop him.

She seems to have gained a lot of weight in New York, and her hair has not been dyed again. It was originally black. She has evolved from the outdated fluffy instant noodles to straight hair in the middle. The long hair on both sides is just used to modify the slightly rounded cheeks. , but still pretty.

"Get out of the way! #$%^!" She hit her head on Song Ya's chest, as if she was really angry, she cursed a profanity in her native language, and then walked to the other side.

This time Song Ya didn't shamelessly stop her, nor did she speak, and let her go out and downstairs.

Seeing the back of the girl leaving resolutely, this trip was originally intended to alleviate the symptoms of suspected depression recently, but it turned out to be worse.

"Sorry."

Fergie went to the window, and Amy sat curled up on the sofa, giggling.

It's better for Amy, "How is she doing recently?" Song Ya asked and sat next to Amy with a smile. This house should be the former studio of NAS father Jones, full of jazz instruments, and Old-fashioned record players and vinyl records are tastefully arranged.

"The album will be released soon. We played in her recording studio. It's a very nice Spanish album." Amy replied, "What does it seem to be called PiesDescalzos? Is that how it's pronounced?" She asked Fergie.

"Well, barefoot means."

Fergie opened the corner of the curtain and watched Shakira's cheap car drive up the driveway and disappeared, "Hasn't she had a job for a long time? You see, she drives a broken car, and living in New York costs a lot. But it should be much better when the album is released, and her manager Mr. Estefan is very optimistic about the performance of this album in the Latin region."

"It's true that she hasn't posted a album for a long time." Her A+ record still has 20% of her singer appointments. Song Ya still remembers the phrase she said to herself at that time, "Twenty percent, you will have My twenty percent', alas!

"Why are you in a daze, regret it?" Fergie showed a smirk on her face, and suddenly opened the curtains, "If we are photographed like this now, how much do you think the paparazzi photos will sell? I heard that at least 100,000 above the knife."

"Hey! Are you crazy!?" Song Ya was taken aback by her actions, "Pull it up! Pull it up!"

"Hmph." She closed the curtains, then opened them again.

"Stop playing, mess with me again... I'll compress your new album announcement!" Song Ya could only threaten.

Fergie didn't dare to joke anymore, she closed the curtains and pouted, "You heartless guy, what's your purpose in seeing us?"

"Uh, I have something to say to Amy." I didn't lie, I really have something to do.

"Not for me?" Fergie came over and kicked his calf.

"Oh! You're still making trouble!" Song Ya was in pain, and easily pulled her into her arms, clamped her legs firmly with her legs, and locked her arms and waist with one hand, "Don't move around."

"Let go of me! Pervert, scumbag!" Fergie struggled a few times with half-push and half-push, then collapsed on him with heavy breaths, and puffed out her proud chest, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips slightly.

Amy was still watching the two foolishly.

"Let me finish talking with Amy first." Song Ya ignored her for the time being and looked at Amy seriously.

"What's the matter?" Amy asked.

"Uh, how should I put it... Do you remember that I wrote a song WhateverYouLike? It was about us when I first met you. The MV is already being filmed, and it's dealt with..."

Many of WhateverYouLike’s MVs are consistent with some scenes when the two get along, such as tipping Amy, who was working in the owl chain store at the time, with a 100-meter tip, quietly leaving a note with a phone number under the money, and taking Amy to Sweeping goods in luxury stores, gifting necklaces, etc. Even if the intensity of the MV’s satire is not as high as the original version, the performance of worshiping money for Kelly Roland’s heroine is still quite sufficient. Song Ya is afraid that Amy will be angry after seeing the MV, so she must first Make it clear with her face to face.

"The script was given by Sony Columbia Records. Believe me, I didn't intend to satirize you, and I also guarantee that the audience will not think of you at all after seeing the MV." go out.

"Oh." Amy was still the same Amy before, she obediently agreed, and stopped talking.

"You won't be angry, will you?" Song Ya stared at her face, well, she really hasn't changed at all, she still looks younger than her actual age, still very beautiful, and thin and...

"I am not angry."

Amy lowered her head, "You are good enough to me APLUS. In the past year, I have invested heavily in a commercial film, and the word-of-mouth of an art film has also been messed up. It may not even be released in theaters. But I still have no shortage The more time I spend in Hollywood, the more I understand how precious the heroine of the movie Dance Out of My Life that you gave me with a box office of over 100 million is worth."

What a girl! Song Ya was moved and sniffed, and she was easily understood, and the main purpose of this trip was achieved, "Actually, you can't say that, the movie sold well because of you, Amy."

"But the result of changing other girls is the same, maybe even better, right?" Amy said a little lonely: "For example, the leading heroine Silverstone...for example, other people who competed with me for the heroine at the time .”

"Does Silverstone pose competitive pressure to you now?" What she said was true, but Song Ya would not foolishly agree and asked, changing the subject.

"Nonsense, doesn't Hollywood just pay attention to slots? Now it's hard to get Amy, the heroine of a slightly bigger youth school movie." Fergie opened her eyes again and complained: "Don't say you don't understand APLUS."

"Of course I understand, but..."

Song Ya fell silent, what could she do? The re-investment project for Amy to play the heroine Mariah Carey will definitely cause trouble, and A+ Pictures has no good projects to come up with.

"It's okay, Fergie and I had a great time going to Europe, and I feel better now." Amy comforted him in turn.

"So we have to keep talking like this?" Before Song Ya could speak, Fergie began to struggle again.

"Of course not." The emotion had reached a critical point, and Song Ya simply embraced Amy with the other hand, bowed her head domineeringly and pressed her lips.

Amy's reaction was unexpectedly intense, she immediately kneaded her body closer, reached for Song Ya's belt, and fumbled wildly.

Fergie was not much better, and the air in the room was instantly scorching hot.

Sickness disappears like silk, disease disappears like silk...