Chapter 760

"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.

"Well, barefoot means."Fergie pulled a corner of the curtain and watched Shakira's cheap book car drive into the driveway and disappear. "She hasn't been working for a long time, hasn't she? You see, it's a broken car. Living in New York costs a lot. But it should be a lot better when we wait for the studio. Her agent, Mr. estefend, is very optimistic about the performance of this album in the Latin region

"She really hasn't developed in a long time." Her a + record still has about 20% of her singers. Song Ya still remembers the sentence she said to herself at that time: "20% you will own 20% of mine". Alas!

"What a fool, eight regrets?" Feiji had a bad smile on her face and suddenly pulled the curtain open. "If we were photographed like this now, how much do you think paparazzi pictures will sell? I hear it's more than 100000 dollars. "

"Hey! Are you crazy? " Song Ya was shocked by her behavior, "pull it up! Pull it up

"Hum." She closed the curtain and then pulled it open again.

"Don't play and fool me again I compress your new professional propaganda Song Ya can only threaten.

Fergie didn't dare to joke. She drew up the curtains and pouted. "What do you think we're aiming for, ruthless guy?"

"Well, I have something to say to Amy." I'm not lying. I really have something to do.

"I didn't?" Fergie came up and kicked him in the calf.

"Oh! You're still making trouble Song Ya ate pain, a easily pulled her into the arms, legs firmly clamped her legs, one hand with arm waist lock, "don't move."

"You let me go! Lust, scum Fergie struggled a few times, then gasped and collapsed on him. She lifted her proud chest, closed her eyes, and raised her lips slightly.

Amy is still watching the two people giggle.

"Let me finish with Amy first." Song Ya doesn't care about her for the time being and looks at Amy seriously.

"What's the matter?" Amy asked.

"Well, how to say Do you remember I wrote what you like? It's about us when we first met. The MV is already shooting, and it has been processed... "

Many of the MVS of whatever you like fit in with some scenes when they get along with each other, such as giving Amy a 100 meter tip, leaving a note with a telephone number under the money, taking Amy to a luxury store to collect goods, delivering necklaces, and so on. Even if the irony of the MV is not as strong as the original, it still shows a better performance of worshipping money for Kelly Roland's female owner Fully, song Ya is afraid that Amy will be angry when she sees the MV online, so she must be clear with her face-to-face in advance.

"The script was given by Sony Columbia, and believe me, I don't want to satirize you, and I promise the audience will not think of you when they see the MV." He explained with great difficulty and finally threw the pot out.

"Oh." Amy was the same as Amy before. She said yes and stopped talking.

"You won't be angry, will you?" Song Ya stares at her face. Well, she doesn't change at all. She still looks younger than her age, beautiful and thin

"I'm not angry."

Amy lowered her head. "You are good enough for me, aplus. In the past year, I have made a commercial film, and the reputation of art film has been ruined, and it may not even be shown on the cinema. But I still don't lack a movie appointment. The longer I've been in Hollywood, the more I understand how precious my life lady is when you gave me that movie with hundreds of millions of box office tickets

What a nice girl! Song Ya sniffed and was easily understood. The main purpose of this trip was to achieve, "in fact, I can't say that. It's your credit for the movie's big sale, Amy."

"But it's the same for other girls, maybe even better, right?" Amy said a little lonely: "for example, the leading lady, hilveston For example, the other people who competed with me at that time. "

"Is hilveston putting competitive pressure on you now?" What she said is also true, but song Ya won't agree foolishly and ask.

"Bullshit, isn't Hollywood just about getting stuck? Now it's hard for Amy to get a bigger version of the young campus film Fei Ji opened his eyes again and said, "APLUS, don't make complaints about it."

"Of course I understand, but..."

Song Ya is silent, what method does he have? The reinvestment project will definitely make Amy play Maria Kelly, and there is no good project in a + film industry.

"It's OK. Fergie and I had a good time in Europe and feel much better now." Amy comforts him in turn.

"So we're going to keep talking like this?" Song ya did not speak, feiji began to struggle again.

"Of course not." The mood has reached the critical point. Song Ya simply hugs Amy with the other hand and prints her lips.

Amy's reaction was unexpectedly fierce. She kneaded her body close and reached for song Ya's belt.

Fergie was no better. The air in the room was burning like fire.

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