Chapter 95: The Night of the Awards

The leased black Cadillac Wood slowly parked outside Radio City Music Hall, "Don't be nervous, just behave normally." Hayden urged.

"I'm fine." Song Ya smiled. Today's award has nothing to do with him, and he is relaxed without any pressure. "You can take Delay to New Jersey in this car, just to show off in front of AW Investment Company."

"Understood, we are waiting for you in New Jersey." Hayden replied.

The door was opened from the outside, Song Ya took a deep breath and stepped out of the car door.

The big neon light columns on both sides of the Radio City Music Hall are radiant, but there is no warm atmosphere outside as expected. It seems to be much worse than the Oscar scene. Some crazy fans on both sides of the red carpet are holding various signs, as if they have not seen it 'APLUS' words, only the reporter's flashing lights kept flashing.

He is still in the old style today, with a denim jacket with tassels, a T-shirt with Chinese characters printed on it, and a white AJ4, only a pair of dark blue jeans, a thick gold chain and a shiny rhinestone A+ tag customized for him by the gold shop.

"APLUS look at this!"

"Here! APLUS!"

It doesn't matter if there are few fans, the reporters can probably recognize him, Song Ya walked a little slower than usual, waving and smiling at the camera generously.

The short red carpet was over quickly. According to his current list, he could only pick a quieter time to be there. However, Motura has a good relationship with the broadcaster CBS, and he got a short interview qualification for him.

"Hey! APLUS! Wow, you're so handsome today." The hostess waited for him on an advertising wall, "Is this your first Grammy today?"

"Yes." Song Ya stood beside her, smiling and waving at the camera lens.

"How do you feel? Nervous?"

The hostess asked some safety questions, and Song Ya answered them one by one, and the next singer who stepped on the red carpet was slowly approaching, "The last question, who do you think will be the best newcomer this year?"

This should have been set up by Columbia Records in advance, "Mariah Carey!" Song Ya shouted towards the camera.

After he finished, he entered the concert hall, his seat was at the back, surrounded by people from Columbia Records, Walter, David Cole and Roberto Clivell were already sitting there.

"It's fine if you don't cooperate with the hype, at least you walk on the red carpet with an actress on your arm..."

All three of them came with their wives. Roberto Clivell, who didn't know his relationship with Mira, smiled and said, "If this continues, people will be suspected of being gay. Where's the girl who filmed the MV with you last time?"

Walter, who knew the inside story, said, "Don't make trouble with Roberto, he's only sixteen years old."

David Cole interrupted them and motioned Song Ya to look in another direction, "They are calling you, go over and say hello."

Several black singers were waving at Song Ya at the other end of the hall.

"It's still early, it's okay to say hello in the past." Walter said.

Song Ya got up and walked over, and he recognized one of the few people, the famous east coast rapper 'Daddy Kane', "Yo..." Whether you recognize him or not, anyway, just go up and fist bump with the other party, "Hey , BOY, don’t you know me?” A very imposing black old man sat on the seat, and instead of bumping fists with him, he stretched out his hand.

Song Ya remembered that the other party was Quincy Jones, the top musician in the whole meter, one of Michael Jackson's Bole, but then the two seemed to have a falling out, "Why, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Jones." He hurriedly talked to the other party shake hands.

"OMG, I can't believe this kid came from the slums of Nancheng...Look, he doesn't look like you nouveau riche at all."

Quincy Jones looked at Song Ya and made a joke with the people next to him, "You are from Chicago, and so am I." He said to Song Ya: "We know each other today, and I will find you when I have a chance.

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"Yes, Mr. Jones."

Song Ya had a brief exchange with them and returned to her seat. According to Walt, 'Back on the Block' sung by 'Big Daddy Kane' and Quincy Jones was shortlisted for this newly established best rap group award. They have almost no rivals. Another newly established best rap group Not surprisingly, the singer will fall into the hands of MC Hammer, a very popular West Coast rap star. Vanilla Ice is also shortlisted for this award, but he should not be MC Hammer's opponent.

Walt and the others turned the topic to MC Hammer, that guy bought a California mansion worth 12 million dollars last year and equipped it with hundreds of servants, more than a dozen luxury cars, thoroughbred horses, and a TV show , living an extremely extravagant life, all earned from an album of Please Hammer Don't Hurt 'Em, and he also brought about the trend of all blacks wearing exaggerated flying mouse pants.

"MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice are in Capitol Records and the other is in SBK Records. They are both EMI's labels. They have gone far ahead of us in the field of rap music." Walter said.

Chatting and chatting, the Grammys officially started. Unsurprisingly, Quincy Jones and HC Hammer won the awards respectively. Whitney Houston competed with the popular bald female singer Sinead O'Connor to win the crown of best female pop singer in one fell swoop.

At the Grammys for the first time, she got five nominations and two out of five, and she also sang a song on the stage, which received a wave of applause. Motura and his Sony Columbia Records won a new DIVA as she wished.

"It's all your fault!"

Sony Columbia Records put the post-Grammy celebration dinner in the ballroom on the top floor of the World Trade Center. Mariah Carey changed into an evening dress, which was glamorous. That evening dress, as a result, when I was singing on stage, the shoulder straps kept falling down, which distracted me, and I didn’t sing well.”

"ha?"

Song Ya used champagne to send down the food in his mouth. In order to prevent accidents during the Grammy awards show today, Hayden suggested that he did not eat or drink from afternoon to night, which made him thirsty and hungry. Pay attention I couldn't concentrate on the awards at all, so I could only make up for it at the celebration dinner, "You can't sing well? Anyway, I can't tell the fault at my level, okay, you can ask Walt and the others and see them Disagree."

"I can guess what they will say, it's nothing more than a few compliments..." Mariah Carey watched Song Ya eat happily, licked her lips, and reached out to the sashimi covered with top-quality caviar .

"Mary!" Motura didn't let him succeed, and walked over from a distance, "Don't eat, come, let me take you to meet a few people."

"It's all your fault." Mariah Carey took Motura's arm and turned to Song Ya again.

"Yeah! Yay! It's all my fault."

After finishing speaking, Song Ya laughed with Motura, "All the important people in the music industry are here today, so don't idle about APLUS." Motura left a sentence and led Mariah Carey to socialize. .

"An important person?"

Song Ya didn't feel good about this dinner party. The glamorous people came and went, but there were very few big-name singers present, and the entertainment of the record company executives was limited to superficial politeness. The big managers were the most enthusiastic. It's a pity that after a few words on the scene, they will inevitably propose singing or cooperation. Song Ya feels that the more he talks with them, the easier it is to offend people, so he can only stay away.

The only agent that interested him was Sandy Glenn, who represented MJ, but the other party got into an argument with MJ's lawyer Blanca after a few words. Embarrassed, I had to leave with an excuse.

Walt and the others all brought their wives, and they all have their own circles in New York, so Song Ya shouldn't bother too much.

After socializing, Song Ya lost all interest in the end, so she had to find a remote corner with a glass of wine and enjoy the night view of New York against the glass curtain wall.

"Phew!" Mariah Carey saw him and walked over, "You really know how to choose a place, and I'll come to be quiet too. I'm really exhausted today, socializing with people is more tiring than performing at the Grammys."

"I haven't congratulated you yet, Miss Kelly." Song Ya smiled and handed her the wine in his hand, "Don't worry, I haven't drunk it yet."

"Um."

She took it and took a big sip, "It's all like a dream, isn't it? I mean a few years ago I was a waiter in a restaurant, and a few years ago..." There was a look of memory in her eyes, "Once we We were evicted by the landlord, and my mother had to take us to spend the night in the laundry room..."

"Isn't your mother the principal of the opera house?" Song Ya really hadn't heard the other party talk about her childhood, she only knew that her mother was a famous opera singer.

"Single mother with two children, and the income from the opera house is not stable," she replied.

"It's better than being like me, who has been on relief since I was a child." Song Ya talked about his experience in the slums, "Okay, don't be miserable, you are now one of the most famous singers in the whole rice, and today Got everything any diva could want."

"yeah."

Mariah Carey looked at the night scene and pointed to the skyscrapers outside, "You know what? Looking down from here, I feel like the whole of New York is bowing down under my skirt. I'm like...like the Queen of the New York Empire ..." She giggled after she finished speaking, as if she was a little drunk.

"Yeah, it's too high here. Looking from the top down, it really makes people feel that everything is under control."

Song Ya followed her gaze. He originally wanted to say that if you are the Queen, I will be the King here one day, but before he could say it, he realized that he was trying to take advantage of her, so he could only keep the words in his mouth.

The two of them stopped talking at the same time, and just quietly looked down at the star-lit New York neighborhood, as well as the ants-like vehicles and pedestrians.

In New York

concrete jungle where dreams are made of there's nothing you can't do

now you're in new york

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

let's hear it for New York, New York, New York~