Chapter 121 Detonate the Audience

"Yeah! For those, wondering who we all are..."

The stadium lighting was dimmed, and a few spotlights hit him. Song Ya knew that tens of thousands of people and countless audiences in front of the TV were watching him, but he had no time and could not see clearly the feedback from the audience. The memory emerged, and then followed the beat, and popped out of the mouth one by one, "Just like this, 10% luck, 20% skill, 15% willpower..."

The photographer slowly approached the camera, and then pulled it towards the floor, "5% of the joy, 50% of the pain..." Song Ya looked directly at the camera, then lowered her body, her eyes fired, and her free hand kept making hip-hop gestures.

After singing my own verse, "Next, Al, let's go!"

He pointed the microphone in the direction of Al on the side and rear, and the cameraman pushed the camera along, "What kind of person is he, he never talks much..."

Al does the job well, then Delay.

On such occasions, Americans often bring their families with them, and there are many minors watching. The three of them carefully dealt with the profanity and finished the performance cleanly.

After a while, the atmosphere of the scene has been mobilized, "Just like this!" Song Ya raised her hands up, signaling the audience to follow along, "10% luck, 20% skill..."

The audience is also very face-saving, many people echoed in unison, and the atmosphere of the stadium reached a high point.

After the song was over, the dazzling lights of the stadium were turned on again, and he could finally see the audience clearly. All the men, women and children stood up and applauded him non-stop.

"Thank you everybody!" After thanking Delay, he waved and exited. The audience above the aisle stretched out their hands to him, and he jumped up and clapped their hands one by one.

"Very, very good! APLUS, wonderful performance! Perfect!" The publicity director and the stadium manager came forward and praised with excitement.

"Thank you, APLUS." Delay and Al came from behind, and the three of them jumped up and bumped their chests.

"Good performance." Song Ya bumped their fists again.

"Maybe this song can be our stadium entrance song." The stadium manager had an idea.

"Talk to him." Song Ya pointed to the person in charge of the publicity, and returned to the backstage dressing room.

"Very exciting." Hayden smiled and congratulated.

"YO! Today we blow up the audience!" Al excitedly circled the room, unable to calm down for a moment.

Delay turned on the TV, "A very exciting live performance from APLUS and his companions, ladies and gentlemen, we are entering a commercial, don't go away, the second half will start soon..."

"Hey! This guy doesn't mention me or Al's name." DeLay complained to the TV dissatisfied.

"Go to MTV." Song Ya reminded him.

De Lay switched the channel to MTV, where an MTV reporter's exclusive interview with the three of them was playing. They were all well-written words. The three of them described the process of meeting and getting to know each other very legendaryly, and then there was a business bragging.

Then, the main film of the MV began, with a wide-format movie-like picture, and a slightly shaky camera passing by the dark streets of Chicago’s South City. , approaching the camera alone from a distance.

"Hey, Al, are you going to kill someone?" When it was Al's turn, Delay also noticed that Al's facial expression was a bit too forceful, and he sang the lyrics viciously towards the camera.

Al lowered his head in embarrassment, but he quickly got a chance to fight back, "Delay, aren't you fucking like me!?"

DeLay appeared in the screen with a disposable paper cup in his hand, and his stiff expression was not much better than Al's when he sang.

Both of them laughed, Song Ya saw Fergie and her sister appearing in the picture,

The photographer carefully placed the center of the frame on their chests and passed them by.

Director Zack Snyder cut the shot back to the outside of the underground nightclub. Old Joe stood in front of his elongated Lincoln, looking down at the camera arrogantly with his head up. He looked like a successful person and a bigwig in the music industry.

Andrew, Henry, and even Mavota were out, and the men and women who came to the party, everyone had a share.

Finally, Song Ya introduced Di Lai, Al, and Big A respectively. Di Lai showed the A+ tag on his chest, and the picture was fixed on Song Ya's handsome smile, and the MV ended.

"cool!"

After turning off the TV, the three of them high-fived each other.

Then, Song Ya returned to New York and started the first week of promotion.

"According to the old rules."

In the small office of a nightclub, Song Ya threw a bag containing $20,000 in petty cash to NAS.

April is his, and when the joint publicity with the big professor and others starts in May, there is no need to pay this money. Everyone helps each other and manages their own territory.

NAS didn't count, and put the bag under his arm, "Your rap is so cool, APLUS, DJs won't say anything bad even if they don't get paid." He kindly reminded.

"Hey, You……"

NAS did not leave directly, but leaned in and asked flatteringly, "How about taking me with you during the promotion?"

"Aren't you going to talk to the big professor?" Song Ya was a little surprised.

"Then we have to wait until May..." NAS pouted, "I've been ready for a long time, I've waited for two years for this day."

"Okay, if the big professor doesn't care."

The fierce face of NAS that always seems to be owed him money will be very helpful to him. Naturally, Song Ya would not refuse, took out his phone and shook it at him, "You can be my temporary assistant, and you can do it if you have the opportunity. Let you come on stage and sing, but I have to say hello to Rakim first, I don't want to be misunderstood and rob people with the big professor."

"no problem."

NAS replied: "I told them about this idea. They have their own troubles and can't take care of me much. They almost agree."

"how?"

Rakim is Song Ya's important publicity partner, and he doesn't want the other party to have an accident at this time.

"Rakim fell out with his partner and is busy. Although the big professor is willing to give me a chance, but..."

NAS was a little frustrated, "He has to wait until May to release his first album, and he can't recommend a major record company to me."

"Do you want to sign a big company?" Song Ya thought of Roberto Clivell's overtures, maybe at this time they can earn points on both ends? "Maybe I can help. After the promotion is over, I'll ask Sony Columbia for you."

"real?"

NAS eyes lit up, "Then I'll wait for your news." He picked up the thick gold chain on his chest with his thumb, "Good brother."

"Yeah, they're all brothers." Song Ya bumped his fists and chests with him, doing a full set.

The promotion in New York went smoothly. Remember The Name is not like I feel it coming. This song is very popular with black DJs, and white people, especially white people in the stylistic circle, also have good reviews.

The price tag for his acupuncture has also increased. With the company of NAS throughout the whole process, he can also avoid the pitfalls of many local black-hearted intermediaries.

Coming out of a nightclub in New Jersey, Song Ya distributed the shiny green knives to Delay and Al in the car, and then threw a small bundle to the driving NAS, "Your share."

"Thanks, APLUS." NAS was also polite and pocketed the money.

Hayden's call came in, "Several multinational companies are interested in buying song licenses for different purposes, and the quotations are good."

"Let's see if the price is right." How could Song Ya disagree with such a good thing.

Hayden moved very quickly. A few days later, early in the morning, he finished his promotion in the Greater New York area and was leaving for the airport by car when he heard his song at the door of a branch of the most well-known multinational direct selling company.

He looked out of the car window, and the employees of this company gathered in front of the store and lined up neatly.

"What's our slogan!?" The white manager shouted at the top of his voice.

"10% luck, 20% skill, 15% concentration of will, 5% joy, 50% pain!"

Everyone shouted in unison to the music.

"Yes! Suffering today, BMW Land Rover tomorrow!"

The manager started to brainwash...