Chapter 760 (1/2)
”OK, this one is over!”
The biggest scene of the MV is also the last shot of song Ya in the shooting plan. The female host played by Kelly Roland is taken by song ya to a party for public publicity. In front of an interview wall with a + dress, a + CN, Netscape and other messy brand logos in the studio, she is held by song Ya in her expensive evening dress and jewelry, and is constantly flashing by ”reporters” Blow it down and make a fool of yourself.
She is very involved in the play, song Ya is also in place, the director did not call cards at all, let the two play their own self for a period of time, satisfied to pass this, ”hard aplus, this piece of material back can be cut out quickly.”
”I don't have a job here, do I?” Song Ya asked him.
”Yes, all the scenes with you are focused on the first two days, and the rest is Miss Roland's part.” The producer of Sony Columbia Records replied.
”Well.” Song Ya closed his eyes and compared it with the original MV. The female host did have a lot of monologues, ”OK, I'm going.”
”Ah! Wait, wait
Beyonce and Emily, who were watching on the outside, screamed, ”can we take some of these pictures with you, too?” Asked Beyonce.
”Of course.” Song Ya nods.
Several girls frolicked around him and took turns to hold his arm. In front of the advertising wall, they began to imitate the star's pose Joe's modeling, ”you can make them...” Beyonce pointed to the cast in front of her.
”Oh, thank you for your help Song Ya said to the reporters.
”But this camera is a prop...” A group actor murmured in a low voice. The camera in their hand is a performance prop, and they don't have any film. They just use the flash function as required by the photographer.
”You can do whatever you want...” Another group of actors nearby poked him, held up the camera, squinted and seized the opportunity to express himself, ”look here, ladies, this way, right Yes, yes, very good, very good. ”
After accompanying the girls through the star addiction, song Ya left the studio and boarded a humble film covered car in the parking lot. Old Mike, who was in charge of driving, drove out to lead the paparazzi away. Then, when it was safe, he slowly drove away and drove to Queens.
The media and paparazzi in New York are extremely developed. It is very sensitive to meet Fergie and Amy. He has to be more careful.
The car drove into NAS's old house in Queens. When he got rich, he bought a luxury house. The house was vacant, but it hasn't been sold. He easily borrowed it when he called.
It's a good two story single building with garage. The wood of the house is a little old, and the stairs creak when you step on it.
”Is it? You're also in the end of the year? Me too, but there won't be too much publicity in beimi market. I want to go back to South America. Yes, it's a Spanish album... ”
On the second floor, a familiar accent came from a room, with a little Latin accent. When I was happy, I would speak as fast as a machine gun. It was Shakira.
Feiji must have done it. It's really understanding. Forest, forest What a beautiful forest.
Thinking of his past in Chicago with the three of them, song Ya strode to open the door.
In August in New York, three little girls dressed in cool clothes were sitting on the sofa chatting happily. They were startled by his sudden appearance, and then their reactions were completely different. Feiji left her face haughtily. Amy looked at her with affectionate eyes, while Shakira Seems a little angry?
”Why does this guy come!? So there's no party at all for the NAS family today? ” She asked Fergie.
”Don't ask me. It was his idea.” It's self-made, but feiji throws the pot.
”Don't get involved with me!”
shaqila picked up her bag and threw her face away. Song ya, who was at the door, subconsciously moved and stopped with a smile.
It seems that she has gained a lot of weight in New York, and her hair has not been dyed any more. It is originally black. She has evolved from the old fluffy bubble face head to the split straight hair. The long hair on both sides is just used to decorate the slightly rounded cheek, but it is still beautiful.
”Get out of my way! #$%^！” She bumped her head into song Ya's chest, as if really angry, scolded a suspected mother tongue swearing, and then walked to the other side.
This time, song Ya didn't want to stop, nor did she open her mouth, let her go downstairs.
Looking at the girl's back resolutely leaving, originally this trip was intended to alleviate the symptoms of recent suspected depression, but it was even worse.
”Sorry.”
Fergie went to the window, and Amy sat on the sofa, giggling.
Amy is better. ”How's she doing?” Song Ya asked and sat down beside Amy with a smile. This room should be the former studio of old Jones, the father of NAS. It was full of jazz instruments, old record players and vinyl records. It was very tasteful.
”It's going to be a special one. We went to her studio to play a good Spanish album.” Amy replied, ”it looks like it's called piesdecalzos? Is that how you pronounce it? ” She asked Fergie.