Chapter 107 (1/2)

Hollywood's equipment and personnel were quickly in place. Zach Schneider, the photographer and his assistant, nestled in the F150 tugboat and steered the huge film camera, slowly sliding through the streets of South City at more than 10 o'clock.

”A little unstable...”

The car stops and song Ya in the co driver's seat opens the door and gets out of the car. The photographer mutters to the monitor.

”Let's do it again, aplus. Can you pick a better section?” Asked Zach Schneider.

”It's OK. It doesn't matter if it's unstable. It's also a little documentary style...”

Song ya got on the bus again and said to Dilai, who was driving, ”go back and walk again. Be slow and steady, but don't violate the traffic rules.”

Delay turned the car around.

At the end of the second time, Sonya asked Dilai to drive directly to the door of the underground nightclub.

The crew has set up the equipment. Some of the ”Guanhu” photographed by MV are scattered on the street side through various channels. Most of them are black people, with more men and less women. When they look at the dark night, they think that gangs are gathering. Old Joe and some helltail cats' flower scarves lean against the corner of the wall to chat, and stop the scene.

”Hey! APLUS！”

Eric, who's been hanging out with Sonya, handed over a large stack of documents. ”I heard your new song. It's really, really, it's amazing.”

”Thank you.” Song Ya flipped through these portrait authorization documents and said, ”have you signed them?”

”Almost, but people are coming and going here...” Eric replied.

Song Ya knows that the black people at the bottom don't care much about this kind of right. If they sign or not, they will take a form. As AK said to himself before, no one will care about these small details.

”Well, thank you, Eric.” Song Ya meets him.

”If I had known, I would have continued to mix with you I'm so sorry. ” Eric whispered, his back to someone else. ”I think I can sing better than dily.”

”Ha ha, no problem, brother.”

Song Ya casually cope with a sentence, throw the document into the car, to find old Joe, ”old Joe, here all please you.”

”No problem.”

”Work started!” Old Joe stood in front of the crowd and yelled, and Sonya pushed Zach Schneider to him. ”This is the director. You can do whatever you want.” He said, pointing to Zach Schneider.

”Everyone, let's take a panorama first Don't look at the camera. ” Zach Schneider is busy.

”The new song is very good, why not increase publicity? Boy, this song is so much better than your last sissy

Old Joe walked back to the corner with Sonya in his arms. ”Is Colombia treating you badly?”

”No, it's OK.” Song Ya shrugged. He didn't want to tell old Joe too much about Sony Columbia Records. ”You'll play later, right? I'll ask Zach to give you a close-up. ”

”Yes.” Old Joe pointed to the elongated Lincoln standing on the street. ”I'll be in the camera with him later.”

, ”you has the final say.”

Zach and Schneider took over an hour to fix the close-up of the Kwai Tso and Lao Qiao and others, and made up some scenes of nearby buildings and scenery.

”It's my turn.” Song Ya said goodbye to old Joe, went back to the car and took out the Bulls' red and black color hat, put it on askew, and replaced it with a new black short sleeve T-shirt. On his chest, there were still Chinese characters, thick gold chains and a + Diamond tags.

Zach Schneider began to direct his men to sit down and prepare. He took song Ya and the photographer to rehearse the route several times, ”action!” At his command, delay pressed the recorder button on the car, and the prelude to remember the name sounded.

At the same time, Bicon and Stan's assistant step forward slowly, while ignoring the camera's hand gestures.

”Card! Do it again

One mirror to the end, Zach Schneider looked at the monitor and ordered.

In front of so many people, we still need to respect the director. Song Ya returns to his original position, and Dilai plays the accompaniment again

In the last shot, the photographer follows song ya all the way to the door of the underground nightclub. From here on, the rest of the MV will be shot on a + record. Zach Schneider will use splicing techniques to keep the MV from losing coherence.

He was busy until the early morning, and finished filming outside the underground nightclub. The next day, song Ya had a lie down at a + record.

The space for a + records is too small. Song Ya asked Goodman to take over the owner of the building. He rented half of the public space on the fourth floor from him. It was still at night. After all, there were other companies working in the daytime.