Chicago 1990

Chapter 259: I long for you long for me

"I want you, now." Seeing the confusion that a large group of people came to greet, Mariah Carey whispered in his ear, and then went to socialize with others as if nothing happened.

Her boldness made Song Ya's heart stunned. She glanced at her graceful back wrapped in her gorgeous evening dress. She couldn't help but recall the wonderful time of the two in the dressing room last time. She swallowed, "Uh, I'll go to the bathroom. , An unaccompanied."

It is too difficult to "get into trouble" at such a high-end dinner. According to his experience, the remote toilet is the only opportunity. While thinking about the thrills and excitement of the meeting, he moved his long legs and started to find a place.

"Aps, congratulations."

"Congratulations on your annual single aps."

People passing by greeted him one after another. Unlike last year, almost no one knows him now, and winning the Grammy Award also proves his strength in all aspects including public relations. People can't help but look at him differently.

"Thank you, thank you, hello, o, how are you brother?"

He hurriedly perfunctory all the way, but was still stopped, "Hey, aps, will you go to the Soul Train Music Awards on March 10?"

Babfae was someone who couldn't get rid of a few words, so he had to stop and chat with him, "Of course I will go, thank you for helping me get the nomination, and thank you for your help on the Grammys."

In the black soul train music award, Song Ya and Mariah Carey won the best rhythm and blues and soul music nomination by epirestateofd, which is exactly the same nomination award as aa (American Music Awards), but this fan vote is useless Yes, and Quincy Jones and Russell Simmons are more influential in this award, and the winning situation is not very optimistic. Of course, the influence of this kind of award is far inferior to the Grammys, and it is nothing if you can't get it, but because it is a pure black award, you still have to go, otherwise it will give people a clue.

"It's nothing, I said it early." Babfae raised his glass to him, "This year our fae will release several records."

Song Ya knows that the other party is alluding to the joint propaganda. "I heard that the first album of the three girls of tl also has the original soundtrack of Stealing the Heart, right?"

"More than that, but also the single endoftheroad that I collaborated with Boziian." Baafae was not polite with him.

"Okay, no problem." This is as early as Song Ya expected, and it is all the return that should be given. "In April, Es Cube is going to Chicago to participate in the lolpalooza music festival, and I will have a party to entertain him. People came from the east and west coasts."

"Ok, I will go there when I have time." The songs that participated in Songya's joint promotion plan last year include Songya's own singles, as well as Na's album niggaz4life, Escobe's album deathtifiate, and the professor's asoure band The first breakgatos, raki group album don\'tseatthetehnique are selling well.

And babfae was more self-contained last year, and did not include his own selected album aloserlook into the joint promotion. Since this year, everyone should give him back.

"Welcome, uh, I..." Song Ya raised his leg and just wanted to leave, babfae asked again, "Is it the same as last year?"

"Uh, almost, some changes on the west coast, you know..."

Song Ya had to continue chatting with him, "Dae and De Rui have also fallen out. We plan to kick Na's ruthless record and exchange for De Rui's death row record to continue our cooperation."

"Death row record?" Baafae thought slowly, touching his chin.

"Uh, babfae, my side..."

"All right, but you have to be careful of Sugnett from Death Row Records. That's an unruly guy. Have you heard of his way of dealing with vanilla ice?"

"What? Someone like him will have an intersection with vanilla ice?"

"Not for that hit single ieiebab..." Baafae began to talk about gossip.

Sugonite once helped a black musician to "claim copyright fees" from Vanilla Ice, but he handled it in a different way. It is rumored that he rushed into Vanilla Ice’s hotel room and grabbed the other’s foot and hung upside down on the balcony. Besides, she threatened to fall to death without giving money, Vanilla Bing had to admit her counsel and obediently sign a check on the spot to buy stability.

"The vanilla ice guy is really unlucky."

Song Ya sighed. At this moment, Mariah Carey appeared in her sight. She pretended to go to the buffet to fetch food, turned her head and gave herself a fierce look.

"I think too, I can't take it off!?" Song Ya cried secretly in his heart.

"Yeah, white rappers are really difficult to mix in the circle. Sugnett returned to Los Angeles to show off the matter, and the people in the rap circle also applauded." Babbae curled his lips, disdainful of this behavior, "We You can only cooperate with him on the announcement, don’t get involved too deeply."

"I understand, don't worry."

"Don't you ask me if Motura invited me to make a single for Mariah Carey?" Babbae started another topic, "Do you know? The epirestateofd you created for her made me very stressed, I Hesitating..."

"Uh..." Baby-faced, you guys weren't talkative before! Song Ya didn't want to talk anymore, he clamped his legs and made a bitter face, "Sorry, let's..."

"Okay, okay, sorry." Babfae was cheated. "You go, the bathroom is over there..."

"Okay, I'll talk later."

Song Ya walked in the direction he pointed. No way. There are too many people in this place and the female guests are still queuing. He hastily traveled to a few places, which are all inappropriate. The banquet hall in a place like the World Trade Center is nothing.' 'Remote' restroom, "By the way, emergency exit." He walked down the corridor again, "No, there should be surveillance in that place..."

He also heard Motula’s voice near the corridor, as if he was arguing with J’s agent Sandy Glen, “I don’t want to see similar incidents like bkorhitev happen again! Go back and tell him, let Oprah let me Say everything he said, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Sandy Glen sneered. "Do you think you can make him say something and not say anything?"

"I'm doing him well, Sandy."

"We are all doing him well."

Song Ya drove around like a fly without her head, completely lost, and had to go back to Mariah Carey, "ii, I can't find a suitable place." He whispered.

"It's okay."

Mariah Carey shook her hair, "I was just impulsive." She pointed to the ice cube in the glass in her hand, "It's much calmer now."

"Uh, well, I have to get some..."

Song Ya also needed something to pour his heart into the flames. He picked up the cup, and when he reached some water, he went to pick up ice cubes.

"Humph!" It turned out that she was still dissatisfied.

"Girl, you don't know how much I long for you to long for me." Song Ya said in her ear.

"Wait for my call at night." She said suddenly.

"what?"

"Wait for my call, but don't call me."

"okay."

Back at Tribeca's house, he took a cold shower, lying on the bed, with the mobile phone at hand, time passed, he tossed and turned, his mind was full of attractive figures of the other party, the first meeting in the palace of Auburn Hills , Embracing and kissing in the recording studio, recording songs together, dancing together on the stage, joining hands on the podium, and finally being honest in the dressing room...

it\'stoohardtosleep

igotthesheetsonthefloor

nothgon

andian\'ttakeitnoore

it\'sahundreddegrees

"Huh... I have to take another cold shower." Song Ya got up.

At this time the phone rang, it was her.

"Ii."

"You are..." She reported the address of the Upper East Side.

"Are there no reporters at the door?"

"No, reporters won't enter this neighborhood."

"But there are many reporters downstairs in my house."

"That's your problem." She hung up.

Song Ya calmly planned in the room, "Taraji, is my fake beard still there? Old Mike, lend me one of your jackets." He started to solve the problem.

"What do you want?" Taraji asked.

"I'm going out, alone." He drew some cash from the cookie jar under the bed.

"Can you throw away the reporter?" Old Mike brought a hoodie. "It's better than a jacket." He threw a pair of plain glasses to him.

"It's okay, you taught me to change my walking posture and posture, right?"

"Be careful."

"I know."

He puts on makeup and stepped out.

igotonefootoutthedoor

herearekes?

"Uh, give me the house key."

He put on his beard and glasses, hid his head in his hat, arched his back, making his body appear rickety, and his walking posture has also been changed deliberately. Instead of going to the usual underground parking lot, he walked freely from the gate of the building to the street.

No reporters connected him to Dahong's aps.

aeigottaleave, eah

thebakoftheab

itipthedriver, headofti

gettherefast

igotourbodond

iantitbad

ooh, jtthethoughtofougetssohigh, sohigh

He walked to the intersection and beckoned to stop Xiao Huang and reported the address, "Go faster, brother." He said with a thick throat to the dirty black driver.

"Oke." The driver didn't recognize him either. "An nger is going to the rich area. I got it."

When the other party turned on the radio, it was the epirestateofd of the two, "I grew up in Chicago, and now I am walking in New York..." The driver sang along with joy.

In New York in the wee hours of the morning, neon lights that never go out shone on the windows of the car, turning into shining rays as the speed of the car increases.

"Dude, do you like aps? This kid is too fucking, those white girls are crazy for him, fighting, tearing clothes, ho!"

Song Ya ignored him.

"Boom...pong! Ada!" The driver held the steering wheel with one hand and gestured with the other, as if describing the fight between Fergie and Mira, and then let out a Bruce Lee's iconic shout~www. wuxiaspot.com~ Arriving at the door of a townhouse in the Upper East Side, it is really quiet and peaceful, without paparazzi, and without the glitz and noise of other parts of Manhattan.

"No need to find it." Song Ya threw a large bill to the other party, got off the car, walked forward, and waited for the taxi to move away, then turned around and pushed open the concealed garden gate, walked through the small garden, and came to the door of the villa, taking a deep breath In one breath.

there\'\'tdo, iouldn\'tdo

jttogetupnexttoou

He raised his hand, only to find that this door was also hidden...

"Come up." Mariah Carey's voice came upstairs.

Close the door, go upstairs, and walk into the only room with lights on.

Except for the charming smile, she was empty, twisting her body like a model on the catwalk, and slowly approaching.

"Smoke Seeing Meixing" Song Ya suddenly popped an idiom in his mind.

Her neck was clambered up with her hands, "bab, i\'ours." Her eyes met, and she bit her red lips lightly, expressing a straightforward love.

girl, ou\'retheone

ianttoant

andifouant, girl, ougot

there\'\'tdo, iouldn\'tdo

jttogetupnextou

jttogetupnextou

jttogetupnexttoou

jttogetupnexttoou

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