Chapter 111 Reversal

Song Ya was very satisfied. The decision to sign Fergie was correct. She no longer had to worry about the difficulty in meeting her needs, and she also had a head start.

When Feel? It? Still was finished, he happily rushed to New York with the original team.

"A very ear-catching song, at least it can be ranked in the top three among the songs adapted from Please Mr. Postman, and the lyrics are also very appropriate."

Walter took off his earphones, "Your singing skills have improved a lot, APLUS, compared to the time when I feel it coming."

I have been a singer for several months, and this physical talent is not bad, and it should be improved, "Thank you for the compliment, Walt, I still plan to release this song as a single, and try to release it as soon as possible."

Song Ya had already communicated with Motura on the phone before coming here, and Walt would naturally not be embarrassed, "You have to pay attention, the album has no plan, but the singles are released one after another, and the large-scale promotion of Remember The Name has not yet started. The release of this song will take a lot of resources." He has always said straightforwardly, "And we don't recommend releasing more than five singles for an album."

"I know, but you also said just now that it fits the occasion, doesn't it?"

Song Ya said that this wave of popularity has given him a lot of benefits. David Letterman's late-night show has made him more famous in Quanmi, and his reputation has improved. I sold a lot more, not for nothing.

Hua Te nodded, "Mr. Motura has explained that there is no problem on our side, and everything is still in accordance with the old rules."

"Thank you, Walter."

Song Ya brought people into the Sony Columbia Records recording studio non-stop, and started the production of the official version of Feel? It? Still. In the evening, he checked into the same hotel in Mira.

The focus of the reporters was on Los Angeles. Mira concentrated on recording songs at SBK and had been out of their sight for a while. Moreover, the privacy protection of the five-star hotel was relatively well done, and the guest rooms of the two happened to be diagonally opposite each other.

"I'm here." Song Ya dialed Mira's guest room phone.

"Come in, there's no one here, hee hee." Mira lowered her voice and said, "I feel like we're spies talking."

Song Ya was unhappy, "Why didn't you come to me?"

"No, I just took a shower and I'm already on the bed. I have nothing but the quilt..." Mira hinted softly.

"No, I won't go." Song Ya firmly refused.

"Why!?" Mira immediately lost her temper, "We haven't seen each other for three months, but you don't even want to walk a few more steps!"

"It's not a matter of walking a few steps, it's a matter of equal relationships."

Song Ya said, "I have delivered twice, remember? I told you, it must be your turn next time."

Mira was silent for a while, "Okay, okay, don't love me, hum! A stingy man!" She hung up the phone.

Song Ya walked to the door and opened the door a little.

Half a minute later, Mira, who was wrapped in a coat, crept open the door.

Song Ya took her in his arms, roughly pulled her into his arms, closed the door, and kissed her painfully.

The other hand reached into the coat, and sure enough there was nothing...

"I miss you so much." Mira's reaction was also very intense, and the two quickly fell onto the bed hugging each other.

Chicago and New York, where there is no shortage of happy life, Song Ya maintained a happy mood, and the recording work went very smoothly. A few days later, the official version of Feel? It? Still was completed and delivered to the publicity department of Columbia Records.

He and Mira, who had nothing to do, simply stayed at home, constantly venting their youthful energy, and the guest room was full of battlefields.

"You know more than before." Mira was completely hugged in the air by Song Ya, with her arms around her lover's neck, her eyes were like silk, her fair and delicate face was flushed.

"I watch a lot of movies."

Song Ya kept panting heavily. This posture fit perfectly with a pony girl like Fergie, but it was very tiring to use it on a big girl like Mira who was more than 1.7 meters tall.

"Eat something, I'm hungry." Mira pouted towards the dining table.

The five-star service is not covered, and the two celebrities are not short of money. The daily food and wine are extravagant, covered with exquisite plates, and delivered directly to the room by the waiter with a mobile cart.

"Okay." Song Ya carried her to the dining table, and the two just picked and ate casually, and after a while, they started fighting with butter again.

'Dididi, Dididi...' Mira was helping him clean up the cream when the pager rang.

"Who, haven't you greeted them?" Mira complained with her mouth pouted.

"I'll go and have a look." Song Ya of course greeted, telling Hayden and the others not to disturb the two-person world between himself and Mira, he walked over, but before he got the pager, the phone rang again.

"What's going on?" The mobile phone had a higher priority, so he went to get it instead.

At this time, Mira's cell phone rang, and then the phone in the guest room rang.

The two looked at each other, feeling that it was not a trivial matter, they quickened their movements and picked up their respective phones.

Hayden called from the phone, "Look at CUU!" He shouted loudly on the other end of the phone.

Song Ya quickly turned on the TV, and CUU news was rebroadcasting the beating of black people by white police officers in Los Angeles.

Mira also hung up, "My agent is calling." She got the same request.

Song Ya frowned, no, this is not a replay, this time the content played by CUU is about ten seconds longer than the previous version, in this new video, the black Rodney King who was beaten, not only has Obviously resisting arrest, and after being knocked down by the police officer's electric baton, he stood up again and swooped towards one of the police officers.

Then came the scene of the police beating someone that aroused the outrage in the previous version...

"OMG..." Mira put her head in her hands, "It's unbelievable, the whole of America has been cheated?"

"FXXK!" Song Ya seemed to have been splashed with cold water, "FXXK!" He kept cursing, and kicked on the TV cabinet again. If the joke is broken, it will also affect the...

"Not good!" He picked up the phone again, cut off Goodman's call, and dialed Walt's number.

While waiting to answer, "give the clothes to my dear, you also put on clothes and go back to your room, let's call."

"OK."

Mila was still able to tell the seriousness of the matter. She quickly found a few clothes and threw them over, then put on the clothes herself, opened the door lightly, and looked out first, "Then I'll wait for your call." Then she trotted Back to his room.

"Hey, Walter, did the master tape go to the factory?"

When the phone was connected, Song Ya didn't care about the pleasantries and asked directly.

"Sent it early, but I have already called the factory and asked them to suspend the assembly line." Walt also got the news, "You come to the company as soon as possible, we have a meeting."

"OK."

Song Ya called Al's room number again, "Al, are you and Dilai here? Both of you go to the parking lot to start the car and wait for me, don't show up in the hotel lobby."

He picked up the guest room landline that kept ringing, "Hey! APLUS! How do you feel about the CUU news?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm a reporter from The Sun..."

'Snapped! ’ Song Ya hung up the phone, and then tore off the phone line at the back.

"FXXK!" he called Goodman back as he got dressed.

"Have you watched CUU?"

"Have you watched CUU?"

The first sentence of the two was exactly the same, "Two paparazzi just arrived outside the door of A+ Records, and were blocked by Mawota." Goodman said, "There may be more reporters coming later."

"Let Mawota continue to stop them, and you go say hello to Big A, and tell him not to talk nonsense at this time! Especially when it comes to me." Song Ya ordered.

"OK, don't worry too much. From the new video, it can be seen that the police officers have sufficient reasons to arrest Rodney King, but the subsequent beatings still fall within the scope of excessive law enforcement that can be discussed." Goodman said.

"Okay, thank you Chuck, I'll have a meeting with the people from Columbia Records first, and I'll contact you later." Song Ya hung up the phone, rushed out the door, and took the elevator directly down to the underground parking garage. The car stopped nearby, and Al was spreading his arms, struggling to stop several reporters holding cameras.

"APLUS is out!"

"That's APLUS!"

"Hey! APLUS, say a few words..."

Seeing him, the reporters looked like cats smelling fishy, ​​and Al couldn't stop them at all. They broke through the line of defense and pointed the camera directly in front of Song Ya's face, and the flash kept calling.

"What do you think of the new footage released by the CUU?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about." Song Ya wanted to get into the car, but someone grabbed her clothes, Al rushed over and pushed the guy away, and the two got into the car, Delay As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared and shook off the reporter, leaving in the dust.