TL:- madghost
Song Ya seemed to be worrying too much. Little Lori made a direct call in the evening, and told Tony that his first MV was about to start shooting.
Ten days later, on Sunday, at one o'clock in the afternoon, the four brothers and sisters went out of the house.
Tony hugged a woman with a hot body. The two of them were sticky all the way. The explicit love words and laughter sometimes got into the ears of the people sitting behind.
"Bitch." Connie curled her lips at the exaggerated buttocks of the black girl in front of her and whispered to Song Ya: "Look at this disgusting butt. It was definitely not that big when she was with Tony before. I don't know how many men's beds she has climbed during the time the two broke up!"
Song Ya, who was holding Emily's little hand, smiled but did not respond.
The relationship between men and women is very chaotic here. Separation and reunification are as common as eating and drinking. Tony called her, and when his ex-girlfriend heard that he had the opportunity to show her face in the MV, she immediately changed her mind.
No wonder Connie would be upset.
Song Ya, who has now traveled for almost a month, however has an in-depth understanding of Tony's rough and subtle character. It is not certain who is playing with whose feelings.
The group of people crossed the street and came to a building where the sign of the 'XX Dance Classroom' was hung. The 'Silencer' with western-style sunglasses was guarding the door with AK.
"Hey~ look over here, see who this is? I almost didn't recognize you!"
Tony stepped forward to tease the 'Silencer', while the other party responded with a shy smile.
"Okay, hurry up and get the things done. We only rent the venue till five o'clock. The neighborhood is unsafe at night." After AK finished greeting, he took out a stack of documents and distributed them neatly.
Song Ya glanced at the piece of paper that was stuffed into his hand. It is a document about the authorization of the personal image in the MV.
"We are not 18 yet, don't we need the guardian's consent to sign this?" He was a little confused.
"Will you die if you don't speak?" Tony waved his hand and threw the pen into Song Ya's hand. He then pointed to his head and said to AK: "Just ignore 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: "After entering, help Al to maintain order. When the filming officially starts, everything will depend on the director."
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Tony took the first step and kissed his ex-girlfriend on the cheek. " Have you heard? From today, this brother has entered the entertainment industry."
Connie rolled her eyes from behind.
From the first day of the journey, Song Ya has not stopped observing everything around him. Chicago has tightened the approval of entertainment venues, since the deterioration of public order. Especially nightclubs that sell liquor. It can be said that every club has a black-and-white character who controls and eats everything, and makes a fortune.
Judging from the apparent hippie-style graffiti of the 70s and 80s in the passage after entering the door, the mottled and disrepaired facilities and decoration, faint smell of urine in the corners, and old-fashioned central dance floor, this 'dance classroom' should have been 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 wiggle their bodies to the music. Making the atmosphere rich.
The music being played was the rap album by Little Lorry. Song Ya’s first feeling while listening... It’s really not that good. Only good thing is the rapping. Lorry’s songs are obviously much more mediocre than those often played on the radio, especially the lyrics.
"Hey! Tony!" Al beckoned to Tony from the DJ station, "Come here!"
Tony ran over. AI hung the monitor headphones around Tony's neck, "Don't change any settings, just remember this volume knob. When I gave you the signal..." He taught Tony some simple operations.
"Understood!"
Tony put on the earphones excitedly. Immediately twisted them exaggeratedly with the music, and kept his hands on the controller, pretending to be the DJ.
"Hey! Isn't this Tony?"
Just as Al walked away, a young girl with heavy make-up immediately leaned over, "Remember me?
I'm from class 11..."
"Bitch!" The ex-girlfriend cursed and quickly rushed over to swear sovereignty.
Song Ya saw everything with his eyes, and thought of the "Silencer" with five people and six people at the door. Who could have imagined that just ten days ago, the two of them were the defeated dogs who were just driven out by the football team. And now!
"So, Tony's 'career' plan is successful!" He sighed in his heart.
"Let's hurry!" Connie's attention was completely on the dance floor, and when she found that Al was already arranging the positions, she hurriedly pulled Song Ya and Emily over.
"Hey, APLUS!" Al blinked at Song Ya. Well, ten days later, his nickname has spread to everyone.
Connie got her wish and stood in a conspicuous position with Song Ya. Tony's ex-girlfriend leaned on the side, while Emily and several peers were placed in the front row.
"Everyone! Everyone!" The director was the only white man on the scene today. He adjusted the machine and shouted, while standing behind the camera with open arms.
Al snapped his fingers at Tony, and Tony turned off the music.
"When the filming starts, everyone will focus 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.
"OK, get ready to start." After the director explained, he went back and stared at the viewfinder.
Several high-power fill lights were turned on at the same time.
Tony replayed the music at Al's sign.
"Action!" the director shouted.
Have to say that racial talent is not irrelevant, everyone can twist up like that, and everyone can improvise. The atmosphere on the dance floor was getting more and more exciting.(要说种族天赋真是不盖的，大家扭起来都挺像那么回事，而且人人都能即兴动作，舞池中气氛也越来越嗨(not sure about this))
"Cut!" The director suddenly stopped, and the music also stopped. He pointed at Song Ya, "You! Don't look left and right! Find the beat! The beat!"
"Oh! Okay, okay, sorry." Song Ya had a feeling that he was going to suffer today.
Sure enough, after a while, the director called to stop again. It was still Song Ya.
"You stand in the back row!"
"Cut!"
"You! It's still you! Stand back!"
Song Ya was a little annoyed. He didn't know how to dance with the crowd. The crowd smelled of perfume mixed in so much that he was getting a little breathless, "Forget it, I won't dance." He simply left the stage and retreated to Tony's side.
"You have a problem! You have a big problem!" Tony glared at him, but did not get angry. "Do you think there are many opportunities like this!?"
Song Ya shrugged, "I am not very comfortable with this kind of occasion."
The director was happy that Little Lori appeared on the sidelines and immediately diverted everyone's attention.
"Everyone. Please welcome, Little Lori!" Al shouted loudly to create the atmosphere.
All the young women began to scream...
Little Lori has put on makeup and is looking very refreshing in his outfit. He is not like other rappers.
He doesn't have tattoos, and does not wear any gang signs. There is nothing foul in the lyrics. Ah, there are not even a few vulgar words that are too much.
In addition to being slightly self-centered, Song Ya has a good impression of him.
Little Lori stands in his position, and the director announces that the filming has officially started.
I didn't think when I was dancing on the court, but I felt that time flew very slowly when I became a bystander. "I'm going out to get some breath." He said to Tony.
Tony wore the earphones and twisted his head. His eyes were on Al in the middle of the court. He kept remembering Al's words to pay attention to the signal, and was extremely focused.
But Al is busy right now. Al is responsible for the beatboxing part of the rap. Which is to simulate the sound of various instruments such as drums. This kind of performance seems to be popular now. He is standing next to Lori and moving towards the camera. Of course, they are all lip-synching.
So, Song Ya hid from the camera and walked out alone. He did not expect to remember the wrong direction, and followed the passage and walked into an office inside the building.
"DJs in major cities have received our unofficial albums mailed in the past. Do you want to know how they responded."
A super vigorous black voice came from the office.
"Go ahead," the other person responded.
"Philadelphia's Philby said that if a person sings like a maiden, looks like a maiden, and the lyrics are like a maiden, then he is a maiden. Lotter in Miami said that he would not admit that it is rap music. Atlanta’s BOI asked us to stay in the north and eat X. New Yorkers said that the music in the Brooklyn trash can is better than us. Los Angeles sent us some records saying that we want us to listen to real music!"
"You're the one responsible for this! You don’t listen to my agent. My plan was to make a reputation in Chicago first, and then slowly enter the whole country..."
"There's no need for reputation! Chicago DJs only care all about my face and money.!"
"We can also give money to Philadelphia, to New York ......"
"F***! That’s a bottomless pit! And even then it's too late to give the money. It'll only keep them from being the first evil people to jump out. The shameless bastards at the bottom, as soon as they smell the blood, they will jump out and laugh at Lori, laugh at you, laugh at me, laugh at everything!"
"Then... Then leave them alone. When the MV comes out, we can focus on the young female market. Lori's image is very popular with the girls."
"It can only be done that way. But my record company is a small business and can't take big risks. The first batch of cassettes will be reduced to five thousand, and it will be only distributed in Chicago. The recording of vinyl records and digital CDs is suspended, and more plans will be made after the MV is promoted on the TV."
"F***! Five thousand? That's the same as admitting defeat before the war. To admit defeat is equivalent to acknowledging that we are finished!"
"WE...ARE...FINISHED!"
"No, at least ten thousand. Now even dogs can sell ten thousand records."
"Six thousand."
"Eight thousand..."
"Seven thousand, F***! Why are we even bargaining for this!?"
TL:- madghost
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