"Let me stroke, let me stroke."
Song Yana's thinking inertia slowly turned around, "In other words, if Little Lori becomes popular, the job he can provide for you two is... a follower?"
"Brother, Buddy." Tony corrected.
"If it sounds good, it's a brother. If it sounds bad, isn't it Ma Tsai, attendant, and helper?" Song Ya secretly complained. "correct."
He thought of several possibilities, "What if Little Lori fails to become popular? What if he thinks your loyal behavior today is too impulsive, but is afraid to take you with him? He wants to listen to the music boss, right? What if he 'S boss doesn't agree that he takes you by his side?"
"Uh……"
Tony and ‘Muffler’ glanced at each other, "If this is the case..." Tony murmured, "Then we only have one way to go to the gang." The expressions of the two of them dimmed.
"So in the final analysis, it's impossible to work part-time, right?" Song Ya understood completely, and said inwardly.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 6: MV
Song Ya seemed to be worrying, so in the evening, Lori made a direct call to the house and told Tony that his first MV was about to start shooting.
Ten days later, Sunday, at one o'clock in the afternoon, the four brothers and sisters went out of the cave.
Tony hugged a woman with a hot body. The two of them were sticky all the way, and they couldn't walk straight. Explicit love words and laughter got into the ears of the people behind from time to time.
"Bi Chi."
Connie sneered at the exaggerated buttocks of the black girl in front of her, and whispered to Song Ya: "Look at this disgusting butt. When we were with Tony before, it was definitely not so big. I don't know if the two broke up. How many men's beds has she climbed in a while!"
Song Ya, who was holding Emily's small hand, smiled, but did not respond.
The relationship between men and women is very messy. Separation and reunification are as common as eating and drinking. Tony went to call, and when his ex-girlfriend heard that he had the opportunity to show his face in the MV, he immediately ‘changed his mind’.
No wonder Connie will be upset.
But Song Ya, who has traveled for almost a month, has a very thorough understanding of Tony's rough and subtle character, and it is not always certain who plays with whose feelings.
A group of people crossed the street and came to the signboard of the ‘XX Dance Classroom’. A ‘silencer’ dressed in western-style sunglasses was guarding the door with AK from left to right.
"Hey~ look, see who this is? I'm almost afraid to recognize it!"
Tony stepped forward and made fun of "Muffler", and the other party responded with a shy smile.
"Well, hurry up and get things done. We only rent the venue until five o'clock, and the neighborhood is very unsafe all night."
AK finished greeting, took out a stack of documents and distributed them neatly to everyone.
Song Ya glanced at the piece of paper that was stuffed into his own hand. It should be a document about the authorization of the personal image in the MV. "We are not 18 years old, do we not need the consent of the guardian to sign this?" He was a little confused. .
"You will die if you don't speak?"
Tony waved it, threw the pen into Song Ya's hand, pointed to his head, and said to AK: "Don't pay attention to him, he has a problem here recently."
AK patted Song Ya on the shoulder and explained with a smile, "No one cares about these small details."
Taking advantage of Song Ya's signature, he said to Tony again: "After entering, help Al to maintain order. After the filming officially starts, everything will follow the director."
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Tony took the lead and kissed his ex-girlfriend on the cheek again. "Have you heard? From today, brother has been in the entertainment industry."
Connie rolled her eyes from behind.
Since the first day of the journey, Song Ya has not stopped observing everything around him. Since the deterioration of public security, Chicago has tightened the approval of entertainment venues, especially nightclubs that allow liquor sales. It can be said that every house stands behind. With a black-and-white character who eats everything, every day he makes money.
Judging from the obvious hippie-style graffiti in the 70s and 80s in the passage after entering the door, the mottled and disrepaired facilities and decoration, the faint smell of urine in the corners, and the old-fashioned central dance floor, this'dance classroom' should have been It's a discotheque. After being'exhausted', it had to be transformed into a dance teaching venue.
Except for the director and a few staff members who are fiddling with the equipment, 20 to 30 young men and women on the dance floor have begun to twist their bodies to the music, and the atmosphere is good.
The music is played by Lori’s rap album. Song Ya’s first feeling... is really not good. It is also a chanting. The songs of Lori are obviously much more mediocre than those often played on the radio, especially the words. Forget it too.
"Hey! Tony!"
Al waved to Tony from the DJ station, "Come here!"
Tony ran over, he hung the monitor earphones around Tony's neck, "Don't move any settings, just remember this volume knob, when I give you the signal..." He taught Tony some simple operations.
"Understand!"
Tony put on the monitor earphones excitedly, and immediately twisted them exaggeratedly with the music. His hands were still on the controller, pretending to be like that.
"Hey! Isn't this Tony?"
As soon as Al walked away, a young girl with heavy make-up immediately leaned over, "Remember me? I'm level 11..."
"Bi Chi!"
ex-girlfriend cursed, and rushed to take the oath of sovereignty.
Song Ya saw everything in his eyes, and thought of the'silencer' with five people and six people at the door. Who would have thought that just ten days ago, the two of them were the defeated dogs who were just driven by the football team. just now!
"So, Tony's'career' plan is completely successful!" He sighed in his heart.
"We are fast!"
Connie’s attention was completely on the dance floor, and found that Al was already arranging positions, she hurriedly pulled Songya and Emily over.
"Hey, APLUS!" Al blinked at Song Ya, well, ten days later, his nickname has been spread to everyone.
Connie got her wish and stood in a prominent position with Song Ya. Tony’s ex-girlfriend leaned aside, and Emily and several peers were placed in the front row.
"Everyone! Everyone!"
The director is the only white person on the scene today. After tuning the machine, he stood behind the camera and shouted with open arms.
Al snapped his fingers at Tony, and Tony turned off the music.
"Wait for the filming to start, everyone's eyes will be focused on me..." The director began to talk about various precautions.
In fact, this is the cheapest kind of MV. The singer sings in the front, and the people in the back twist to the music and it's done.
"OK, ready to start." After the director explained, he went back and stared at the viewfinder.
Several high-power fill lights are turned on at the same time.
Tony replayed the music at Al's sign, "!" the director shouted.
To say that racial talent is really unwarranted, everyone twists like that, and everyone can improvise, and the atmosphere on the dance floor is getting more and more exciting.
"Ka!" The director suddenly stopped and the music stopped. He pointed at Song Ya, "You! Don't look left and right! Find the beat! Beat!"
"Oh! Okay, ok, sorry." Song Ya felt like she was going to suffer.