Chicago 1990

"Cheers!"

Mariah Carey’s first concert at the Proctor Theatre ended perfectly. Song Ya held a grand party in the Villa of Tribeca to celebrate the concert and, by the way, to celebrate the victory in the personnel struggle of the record company.

"Daniel, congratulations! Hey, Newman..."

At the end of the concert, she had to accept interviews and take some promotional photos. She was busy late before coming back to show up at her party.

After exchanging greetings with the new president and co-manager, she suddenly jumped up on the spot and hung onto Song Ya in a more inelegant posture, "I'm so exhausted, take me to the bedroom."

"Hey, so many people are watching..." Song Ya whispered in her ear, looking at the party guests who were smiling and casting their eyes.

"What are you afraid of, my old lady is free." She replied in a black accent.

"Welcome..." Song Ya had to stretch out his hand, "Larry, Trey..." Trey Lorenz greeted old Larry who came back with her and hugged her back to the master bedroom.

Her makeup artist and stylist followed behind, helping with the Dior evening gowns she ordered specially for this party, and Alea shoes.

"Just finished singing so many songs, don't drink too much alcohol later." Song Ya sent her there, said a few words of love, and asked a few more words before coming out.

"She had better not behave like this in the public. Her personality is perfect. We only need to continue the road of Motura's design." Newman said.

"This is your task now Newman." Song Ya replied.

"But she only likes to listen to you." Newman said.

"Okay." Song Ya saw Nas just entering the door, "Brother Nas, here."

"Hey..." Nas came over to say hello, and Song Ya went to bring old friends such as Walter, David Cole and Roberto Cleverville over and introduced them to Daniel.

"President of Sony Columbia Records, wow, what would you think if the outside world knew that he had almost nothing to do and got this position?" Going to Goodman and Hamlin, Hamlin watched from a distance by the stars. The energetic Daniel whispered: "Now he is the biggest winner, so ironic."

"No way, someone has to fill in that position. He is the only person I can find who meets the standards, and I didn't expect that I don't need to fight the media with Sony." Song Ya replied.

"Did he answer our doubts?" Goodman asked.

"That's right." Song Ya relayed what Daniel had said to him about why Sony made the personnel decision that day.

As we all know, Sony’s investment in the entertainment industry in the United States, Sony Columbia Records and Columbia Pictures have succeeded, and the other has suffered setbacks. The position of President of Sony Columbia Records at Motula is the compromise result of a multi-party game such as mj, David Geffen, Sony, seller cbs, and former president Yetnikov. Strictly speaking, this candidate was an unexpected product, but it became The biggest surprise.

The two co-chairmen of Columbia Pictures, Gubel and Peters, were jointly recommended by Sony’s trusted CAA President Michael Ovitz, Sony Electronics North Mi’s President Shuerhof, and a professional headhunting company. Sony gave high hopes to them. , Gave them a lot of power, but was bitten by these two professional managers like vampires, bought their company for 200 million dollars, and then was backed by a lawsuit with Warner Bros., and then compensated nearly one billion. Then Columbia After years of huge losses, those two guys have soared.

In this context, Schulkhov’s pressure is very high. Sony has long been determined to kick Gubel and Peters out of Columbia Pictures in 1995. At the same time, Schulkhov’s own position as president of North Rice is also at stake. He has long been I want the most satisfied manager, Motura, to take control of Columbia Pictures and reduce losses to help him protect himself.

And Motula wouldn’t be the president of Sony Entertainment stupidly. He clearly knew that he couldn’t beat Guber and Peters in Hollywood, whose family members were all above him, so he clearly rejected Shulho. My husband’s proposal, and Sony’s headquarters does not support it. Anyway, Gubel and Peters could be driven away in 1995. I have already lost so much. Thanks to two years, I can accept it. There is no need to risk messing up Sony Columbia Records. risks of.

So this time Shuerkhov took advantage of Songya's rebellion and forced Sony and Motura, who was caught, to accept his idea. This is the reason why Gao Shu is so angry about the decision.

"Schuerhof dares to do anything in order to make a life-saving straw. To some extent, you have to thank him." Hamlin laughed after hearing this: "I didn't expect this physicist to start a personnel struggle. Good hand."

"If Motura also succeeded in Columbia Pictures at the same time, his power would be even greater," Goodman said.

"Don't worry, this kind of position is a poison. Didn't Daniel suffer a big loss in the position of President of EMI North Rice? He can't help the managers of the following strong labels. The same goes for Motula to Columbia Pictures. "Song Ya is not worried about this. Motura is very strong in the record industry, but he has no foundation in Hollywood.

"Wow!" At this time, the crowd exclaimed, followed by warm applause.

Mariah Carey has changed her clothes, from the conservative black fashion at the concert to the rather revealing pink evening wear, appearing in front of everyone in a variety of styles, receiving attention and congratulations.

"My dear." Song Ya hugged her and waved to everyone with her, "Is this dress a bit too... well, I don't want my girlfriend to be seen by others..."

"Hey!" She slapped Song Ya on the arm, "Don't talk about Motula's lines, don't you like me so beautiful?"

"Of course it's beautiful, I also like it very much, but...in any case, wear a little of this kind of clothes, and forget it today." Song Ya said helplessly: "And your hairstyle..."

She **** her wavy and curly hair and made a single ponytail crooked to one side. "What's wrong with my hairstyle?" she asked.

"Your forehead is a bit high, isn't it so...well, it's not suitable."

"I like it! I actually said I was not good-looking, **** it! No future!"

The party dj played strong music, and the lights were dimmed. "Let’s dance too!" She didn’t worry about her hairstyle anymore, and happily twisted her body with Song Ya, and added a lot of similar “self-touching” in her hands. 'Actions.

Song Ya had to block her as much as possible to cut off the eyes of other guests.

After a song danced, "So tired! Hahaha..." She laughed presumptuously, took a glass of wine from the waiter, and took a big sip from her neck, "But my mother is so happy today! Walter!" Brought Song Ya into a small circle familiar to Walter, David Cole and Roberto Clever.

"No, why are you talking more and more black?" Song Ya asked.

"Have you been poor before? After I debuted, I used to massage the pronunciation designed by Tula. I have learned it for a long time. I don't like the fake model, so it is more comfortable to change back." She said: "This I am the real me."

Song Ya wiped his sweat.

Several people sat down on the sofa and chatted casually, "Miss Kelly, drink less, it's not good for your throat, aplus, don't persuade her." The wicked person is still the upright Walter.

"I persuaded." Song Ya knocked her hand out to the bottle, she turned to pick a small cream cake on the table and threw it into her mouth to chew, "Well, it's delicious, I'm hungry. It's dead. By the way, there's something else, you guys wait." Then jogged back to the bedroom.

"She seems to have let herself go completely..." Song Ya looked at her back and sighed.

"You must control her, drink less, keep your figure and public image, and take over the work of Motula and continue to do it, otherwise..." Walter took the opportunity to warn.

"It seems it must be necessary..." Song Ya nodded in agreement.

"Dangdang!" She came back with a document in her hand and stuffed it into Song Ya's hand, "You promised my movie, don't want to go wrong!"

"What...thing, is this the script? You wrote it?" Song Ya opened it, as if it really was.

"Of course, based on my personal experience before signing with Sony Columbia Records." She replied triumphantly.

"Wtf..."

Song Ya saw the emotional description between her and a small producer named Gavin Christopher, and was immediately unhappy, and threw this crude script back to the table, "Why do I want to shoot a romantic movie between my girlfriend and ex-boyfriend? !?"

"Ah no, no..." He shook his index finger and pushed the script back. "What you promised, you can't help but count."

"No, it doesn't work."

Song Ya was holding the script, staring at her shaking fingers, and music and images appeared in her mind.

rockin\'

\'causegoeswithdiamonds

gotapinkgown

i\'llonstage

withthestadiumlightup

Accompanied by hip-hop and rhythm and blues music, in a subway car, with heavy makeup and exaggerated clothing, a fat aunt is looking at the camera, touching herself, and shaking her fingers~www.ltnovel.com~Love you Yo, it really deserves to be my muse of inspiration, I know that being with you is indispensable, this song? Huh, hee hee suits you quite well. "The irritation in Song Ya's heart dissipated immediately, and she thought happily, "This aunt's voice is exactly like hers, so you don't need to change what you sing to her... Huh? Mother? "

Song Ya looked intently, couldn't believe it, and looked at it again, "Hey..." He took a breath and suddenly collapsed, as if his neck was caught by someone again.

Such a fat aunt...no...isn't it Mariah Carey herself! ? Could it be that she will become...like this in the future! ?

I couldn't breathe, the air in my lungs was quickly drained, and the rhythm of the whole world suddenly slowed down.

The drums of the music became slowly and slowly, and no one noticed his abnormality. He saw Mariah Carey's hand reaching out to a piece of macarons on the table, picking up the dessert that burst into heat, and opening his mouth to bite on it. , The sound of teeth cutting food was heard clearly in the ears, followed by the sound of chewing.

"do you know?"

As she ate, she showed off to David Cole in a bold black accent: "We... have been together a long time ago... you all... didn't find out... haha...ha..." After speaking, she raised her neck again The next big mouthful of red wine, the sound of the wine entering the throat is heavier than the drumbeat, and it hit Song Ya's heart with one blow.

"Stop eating!"

Song Ya used the last force to slap half of the macaron in her hand.

"what!"

Then he yelled in pain, and his body fell straight down. The desire to survive made him grab the white tablecloth on the table, but it was too late, his consciousness dissipated, and his eyes turned black.