Chapter 768?

"William, you can't lose."

Allison reacted quickly and fiercely. As expected of an old fox, he announced on the spot when the first reporter came to the door that a large-scale sermon speech would be held outside the church tomorrow, and he had already started to apply for a parade permit at the same time.

This kind of pastor's provocative ability is top-notch, he would not guess who is turning over old accounts to make trouble, Peter seems to be a little bit burnt out, the campaign manager Eli called every once in a while, and finally went to Columbia College in person.

No way, Song Ya had no choice but to temporarily put down the sweet and delicious blond girl, and after a few one-man shows, she accompanied Eli to William's church. And Aunt Susie are so supportive."

Aunt Susie also used a sum of money that Song Ya gave her for personal use and donated it to the diocese to help William.

"I know I know."

William was so moved that he choked up, "I will repay you and Susie. Although Allison was my teacher, his remarks were really terrible. I can't even believe that the person in the news is He has been running and shouting for affirmative action..."

"Oh, William." Aunt Susie was so distressed that she took his arm.

Song Ya and Eli rolled their eyes after looking at each other. This kind of hypocritical words can also deceive Aunt Susie, but William must be united at this critical moment, and Peter cannot bear the consequences of his cowardly going back.

"In short, we will not let Ellison's protests happen easily, but if he forces the people to riot and cause street casualties, then things will be out of control. Therefore, tomorrow you must prevent this possibility from happening, and in the council He was ousted at the formal meeting of the

Eli asked William very seriously: "So we can trust you?"

"Don't worry, I have no way out."

If you don't advance, you will retreat. William knows that it is the decisive moment. "Oh, by the way, Susie, if... if I successfully replace Allison, would you like to serve as a director of the parish council?"

"I, haha, I won't..." Aunt Susie laughed with a black voice and waved her hands.

"Promise, Aunt Susie, William also has good intentions."

Even if this William still has a bit of conscience, Susie's getting the board seat of the parish council is equivalent to getting it by herself, which can be regarded as a further increase in influence, "Okay, okay, just go to meetings occasionally?" Aunt Susie was Song Ya persuaded.

Watching her and William get into the car and leave, "I'm sorry to bother you today, APLUS, that guy Alison insisted on making things so ugly. Did you and Susie spend a lot more?" Eli asked.

"You got fired Eli."

Song Ya left a sentence and walked towards the old Mike in the distance.

"What? Wait APLUS, you, what do you mean?" Eli chased after him.

"You were fired. You seem to have forgotten that it's still my crisis publicist. You have caused me new troubles for Peter more than once. So what's the point of me hiring you?"

Old Mike opened the car door, and Song Ya turned back and said: "And now everything we cooperate with, the follow-up development of everything will exceed the promise of you and Peter, I have to pay more energy and money for this, you also said Susie and I spent money again today. I am the one who pays, and I am not satisfied with this cooperation status. I warned you last time, forgot?"

"APLUS..."

"I'll let Goodman talk to you about the finishing touches. Goodbye." Song Ya got into the car and closed the door.

"Peter over there..." Eli

"I just fired you, nothing to do with Peter."

Old Mike started the car, and Song Ya complained to Linda, "Is this guy in love with Peter? He's still thinking about Peter at this time."

"Isn't it a little unwise? After Peter wins the election, Eli may be rewarded with a more important state government post." Linda asked.

"I have to send them a signal, is this using my wallet as an ATM?"

Now all the subordinates around me have this tendency. At the beginning, they always choose good words to half-hide themselves, and then the subsequent development of the matter will just be just a little bit beyond what they swore at the beginning, but the result is very in line with them. Personal interest……

On Eli's side, the money he paid for Peter's campaign was unknowingly more than one million. This is one million. How much is the amount involved in the Whitewater case left over from the current Grand Commander's tenure as governor of Arkansas? They are all small accounts of tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, up to hundreds of thousands.

As for Yeremov, it is still a mystery whether he overstepped his authority and communicated with Marvel in private. Scott, the president of A+ Apparel, expanded 300 counters this year, and it just so happened that he cooperated with his old owner, Sears. The counters in the store suffered an overall loss, during the hottest time for T-shirt sales in summer.

Not to mention Delay, he made it clear that he would do everything possible not to let go of the profits of A+ Audio before he got the 15% equity incentive, and he could invest as much as he earned.

And Hamlin. It seems that she is a little too enthusiastic about appearing around Xue Linfen... Oh, you don't want to cheat on me, mother! ?

"APLUS, you can just sit there."

Cleaning up his mood, the next day, he kept Linda's radio close to him, kept an eye on the situation at the Allison's evangelistic meeting, and returned to the set together.

"Attention, attention! Attention all units!"

On the stage, seven girls in robes each had a chair, lined up, and the director slapped his hands and shouted loudly: "Clearing starts today! Only the minimum number of hands is left! Men! Please get out of here!"

All the idlers in the theater were invited out, except for the necessary crew members such as photography and lighting, other men also left with expressions of regret.

'Squeak...'

The door of the theater was closed, "Tap, tap..." The lights were completely dark, and then two rhinestone chandeliers came on, and the weak fill lights on both sides, a circular beam of light shot down from the top, covering the protagonist Own.

"APLUS, hands." The director reminded.

He recalled the original MV, supported the back of the seat next to him with one arm, raised his legs, and looked like a big guy.

"Very good, very good..." The director was very satisfied, "You can..." He motioned to the girls.

"Hula..." The girls with a leather whip in their hands lifted their robes, revealing their almost naked bodies, with only a small round patch on the front, and a small small patch that can hardly cover anything below. Pants, and the letter X.

If my second album '21' is really marked as dirty by the RIAA, the main culprit is undoubtedly this MV.

The mainstream aesthetic for women in this era is thinness. The supermodels headed by Kate Moss are all thin. The only difference is that some are flat like Kate Moss and Mira, and some are like Naomi Campbell and Tyra. The Banksy type is thin and thin, and Hollywood actresses are much thinner than ordinary people in reality in order to cope with the stretching effect of the big screen.

And the representative MV that low-level black people love is the female image in the top single BabyGotBack MV by the rapper SirMix-A-Lot under his old friend Rick Rubin, with fat and big breasts and the accompanying elephant-legged thick waist. Another extreme.

The dancers in the original MV have the advantages of both. The front and back are upright and plump, but when the body curve reaches the waist, or when it reaches the hip line, it is round and narrows immediately, becoming slender without lacking a sense of strength. And vigorous wild vitality.

This kind of figure is difficult to find in the general population without targeted training, and girls these days don't consciously exercise in that direction, so Sony Columbia Records interviewed many dancers in order to meet their requirements, and it was hard. Only got these seven together.

Their height and body shape are closer to ordinary people than models, but their front and rear parts are bigger and softer than dancers who have been trained for many years...

This situation made Song Ya take a deep breath unconsciously, and straightened her back slightly.

"Prepare for the accompaniment, Wu Zhi..."

Wu Zhi went to take away the robe on the ground, "!" After the sound of clapping, the music started and the girls began to dance.

thump, thump, thump...

Earned It is a very erotic song, the music does not flow in a smooth curve, but ups and downs, just like a hand caressing on that curve, he sang softly in her ear, breath and smell, The emotional and ambiguous side of rhythm and blues is almost expressed to the extreme.

"Very good, do it again!"

One scene is shot quickly, and then the next one is taken immediately. You don't have to do anything, just enjoy watching.

"OK, very good, very good, this one is over."

At some point, Charis appeared behind him, "They are so beautiful...I really envy women who don't go on a diet."

Song Ya looked back, she was still wrapped in the white silk robe, with her hands folded around her chest.

"Is it your turn?"

Song Ya noticed that she was wearing very delicate makeup, which was extremely beautiful.

"Yeah." She lowered her head, embarrassed again.

'So I'ma care for you, you, you...'

The same is true of the voice processing of the original singer in Earned It, the first syllable is high, and the latter one is immediately recovered, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!

The seven girls went to the backstage to take a break. Song Ya and her went on stage, and the staff moved the mats. She kept looking around in confusion, especially those men...

"There can be no fewer people." The director explained.

"Hmm." She took off her robe, leaving only the skin-colored lace underwear, and her perfect body of nearly 1.8 meters was displayed in front of everyone.

Song Ya immediately heard the sound of someone swallowing, frowned and looked over, a lighting engineer shrank his head behind the fill light.

Urged by the director, she unnaturally touched her arms and lay down awkwardly. The camera was very close, not far from her neck.

'You're my favorite kind of night, So I love when you callunexpected! '

The makeup artist put some putty on the parts where she was going to be photographed to fill in the small flaws that are common to white women. Soon, the filming officially started. Song Ya followed her song while lip-syncing, while leaning over, her head lowered, being caught by her body The smell of perfume makes my nose a little itchy...

"She's shaking," the cameraman reminded the director.

"It's okay, it's fine like this." The director replied, "Charis, lean your head over..."

She glanced at the lens, and obediently turned her head in the opposite direction.

With blond hair all over the floor, her body is only a few fingers away from her face. While admiring the beautiful curves and skin that is gradually turning red, Song Ya sings down, from the earlobe to the neck, and then down.

Her chin accidentally touched her, and she giggled immediately, her chest heaving up and down.

"Charles!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be fine soon." She was a little panicked.

"Mine." Song Ya took the initiative to accept the mistake.

"You're a little... a little stubble." She didn't dare to turn her face to look at each other, and smiled with the back of her hand on her mouth.

"Um."

"Are you ready? Shall we continue?" the director asked after waiting quietly for a while.

"OK."

When the director announced that the shooting of the scene was over, she immediately got up and put on the robe handed over by the fat follower, "I, I'll go backstage first, I'll be fine soon."

"Go."

Song Ya watched her leave, and simply sat on the ground for a while.

When the lamppost came again, he narrowed his eyes, got up and followed the director's guidance to where he should stand.

The cool seven girls reappeared, with turbulent waves, but he, who was wearing a full suit of formal clothes, felt hotter and hotter.

Fortunately, the script required him not to focus on any one of them, the camera lens slowly pulled over, and he continued to lip-sync to the music.

Cause girl you're perfect!

In the middle and late part of the song, the accompaniment suddenly became gorgeous and high-spirited. The slings that the workers were busy with before came in handy. Charis was "tied up" and fell from the sky. Lifting the body, forming a serpentine curve full of temptation.

The way you work it! Cause girl you earn edit! Girlyou earn edit!

Song Ya ignored the camera, leaned close to this perfect work of art and sang, admired, Onthatlonelynight...

There was a strong smell of alcohol in her mouth, as if to solve the nervous problem, the effect was very good. When the beat arrived on time, she flicked her long hair seductively. When she looked over with her eyes, her perfect face was facing her upside down.

God, the lethality is too great! Song Ya shouted in her heart.

"Very good! Do it again, hang it up, the one up there!" Old Larry, the student, really didn't wink, and shouted to the theater worker who was in charge of the sling.

"Hahaha, what a shame!" She laughed and was hoisted up the same way.

"APLUS, are you okay?" The director noticed that Song Ya was frowning in a daze, "It's okay, the person who tied the rope was hired from the book, he is very professional, you don't have to worry about Charis."

"I didn't... er, forget it."

Song Ya shook his head. He revealed another movie clip just now. A woman was tied up like Charis and stayed in a room full of props...

"APLUS, William just prevented most of the people from taking to the streets at the evangelistic meeting, and a small number of people were also dispersed and cleared."

"Hahaha!"

In the evening, after learning that William had replaced Allison's priesthood, Song Ya generously invited the whole crew to A+ Records to hold a party. Charis smiled happily while holding a wine glass in his office, "You know what? The one in charge of hanging Suo's old man's eyes are particularly wretched!"

"You could tell me then." Song Ya put her elbows on the sofa behind her and clinked glasses with her.

"It's okay, he didn't do anything." She drank the wine in her glass.

The fat follower was still with her, so Song Ya had to drink for the time being, but soon realized that something was wrong, and she was a little bit over the top, and she drank a lot more than herself, so she wasn't drunk at all, "Charles, Are you a good drinker?"

"Inherited, my dad was an alcoholic, have you forgotten?" she replied.

"But when he's drunk..."

Song Ya has a little understanding of this girl's psychology. Didn't her father just want to do something to her after drinking, and then was shot dead by her mother? Why are you speaking so calmly now.

"I don't know, anyway, I didn't drink at the beginning. After coming to Hollywood, it is inevitable that I will drink on different occasions. Anyway, I have never been drunk, so I just let it go. My drinking capacity can also help me fix those things in turn. The guy who drinks alcohol with malicious intentions." She winked at Song Ya meaningfully.

"Yeah?"

Song Yaxin said, you should have said it earlier, if you knew it, I would stop drinking at all, and the spirit of drinking was surging, so I said directly, "Your friend is a bit introverted, don't you want to go out and meet a few more people?"

"You..." Charis immediately turned her head, muttered something to the fat follower, and sent her away who rolled her eyes.

Song Ya rushed forward.

"Uh, uh, you... your song is really nice APLUS, and the lyrics are... very tasteful too." She faltered under the attack, but still had a slight sense of resistance, and took a chance to turn her head away. Talk to talk.

"Is it? There is something special." If you can't escape, don't make unnecessary struggles. What if you want to chat all night? Song Ya pressed the record player, 'You said it wouldn't believe, But we felt the rush...'

The music is flowing, and the rhythm is sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, as if describing eye contact with a lover, spraying alcohol, rubbing ears together, going in and out of the emotional forbidden zone, pleasing each other, torturing...

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