Chapter 138 Interview

The hip-hop dancers on the street were a little nervous at this time, looking at each other, it seemed that they didn't intend to be the first to go, "Uh, can I use the accompaniment I brought myself?" After several minutes, finally a full-blown The burly man with dreadlocks took out a vinyl disc from his bag and handed it to Delay.

Dilai looked at Song Ya, and Song Ya raised his chin to indicate that it was okay.

After some discussion between the two, the strong man stood in the center of the dance floor, and Delay began to play the accompaniment track that the strong man liked, "woooooo~" Others began to cheer for him, and Al turned on the outdated disco ball lights by the dance floor at the right time , colorful, combined with the strong twisting of the strong man's body, the atmosphere suddenly became high.

Since Song Ya didn't announce the specific requirements, all the dancers unanimously tried their best to make it difficult, and all kinds of windmills and floor movements came out, but they were farther and farther away from the idea in his heart.

They are all street people, and it is impossible not to do something. The accompaniment music played by the sixth dancer seems to have crashed with the people behind. The two men had an argument. They did not say a few words, and the people next to them were desperate. Arch fire, what's wrong with you? and so on, first swearing and shoving for a round, and then you punch me and I do it on the spot.

"wtf...mawota!"

An accident happened after a little distraction, Song Ya hurriedly called Mawota at the door.

"I know you, don't think you can escape!"

"Yay! Yay! I'm waiting, bitch!"

The two were separated by Mawota, and they continued to talk harshly to each other.

This is how black people's enmity was formed, and it was possible to use guns. Song Ya hurriedly suppressed the situation, "Hey! Don't make trouble with me! Mawota! Throw them out!"

Mawota grabbed one of them by the collar with one hand, and 'carried' them out. Al packed up the bags and personal belongings of the two on the dance floor, and threw them on the ground in front of them.

"Fortunately, I called Mawota here today, and I knew something was going to happen." Dilai walked to Song Ya and whispered.

When the name of the popular singer aplus comes in handy at this time, the two of them didn't try to come in again. As for how the two of them ended, Song Ya couldn't control it, as long as it didn't happen to him.

"Let's take a break first!"

Song Ya announced loudly, and then called De Lai to the small office inside the dance classroom, where he overheard the conversation between Old Joe and Pablo, "Give me the interviewer's information.

"

He doesn't plan to select people based on hip-hop ability. Anyway, the original songs and dances in 'Trumpet' are very difficult. The people here should all meet the requirements. Just recruit someone who doesn't mess around. "Um..." He followed his resume Looking down one by one, there is a female dancer whose education is from a local art school in Chicago, and then her major is ballet. "It's her. Her gender and resume can make people feel more at ease."

"Uh, go out and announce later?" DeLay asked in embarrassment, "Those who haven't performed will be dissatisfied."

"Let's announce after they finish their performance." Song Ya was also afraid that those people would be dissatisfied and make trouble.

"boss……"

The two were discussing, when Fergie suddenly appeared at the door. She was carrying a big travel bag, her lips were pouted, and she looked unhappy.

"wtf... aren't you in Atlanta?"

Song Ya asked in surprise: "Who told you to come back? And you shouldn't have come here. The neighborhood is very dangerous, especially for a white girl like you."

"I'm going out first." Delay put away his resume and left with a wink.

"I came back by myself, Big A said you were here." Fergie went in and threw her bag on the desk, "I will never go to Atlanta again."

"What's wrong?" Song Ya saw tears flickering in her eyes, as if she had been wronged.

"They bullied me," Fergie replied.

"Donnie Braston?" The only person who had a grudge between Laface Records and Song Ya was Donnie.

"It's not her, it's Lisa, nicknamed Left Eye." Fergie complained.

It turns out that Laface Records has signed a new black girl group called tlc. As newcomers, the three members of tlc often have to receive training with Fergie. Although the scale of Laface Records is larger than that of A+ Records, it is still only a small and medium-sized record company. With only so many resources in a company, conflicts naturally arise. Girls are sometimes more bullying than boys, especially when three black girls team up against Fergie and a white child star, they will definitely suffer.

Song Ya picked up her mobile phone and wanted to call babyface, but she calmed down and gave up. After all, Fergie received training for free, so it's really not good to affect the training of the other party's own artist.

"Forget it, if you don't go, don't go. I just want to hire a dance instructor, and you will learn along with me."

Song Ya threw the travel bag back to her hand, "You rest here first, and go back together after the meeting is over, don't run around."

Unexpectedly, Fergie rushed forward and hugged her neck, buried her head in her chest, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

She cried, and Song Ya felt a little wet on her chest, "Okay, okay, just come back, don't cry." He comforted the other party's smooth blond hair.

"You're so kind to me." Fergie raised her head, her eyes filled with tears.

"Don't fucking cry. It's the worst thing for a hip-hop singer to be made to cry. Not only was he angry at the time, but he might also be dissed in the lyrics by the other party in the future." Song Ya wiped away her tears with her thumb.

Fergie laughed through her tears, "You don't know how much I miss you in Atlanta." She said, her eyes were burning with affection, and then she closed them slowly, her rosy lips pursed.

Naturally, Song Ya would not refuse. The two kissed deeply for a while, and his hand touched the girl's soft buttocks unconsciously.

After holding back for a while, he couldn't suppress his anger, so he walked to the door and poked his head out.

Al was already 'watching' at the corner of the corridor in the distance. The two looked at each other, and Al handed over a familiar wretched smile.

He settled down, turned around and locked the door...

"This broken dance classroom...huh? The table is nice..."

It took a little longer this time, and when the two of them got dressed, Fei Ji suddenly reached out to him, "The outfit fee! It's all spent!"

"Uh, why do I feel weird when you ask for money at this time..."

When the two appeared on the dance floor one after the other, the audition there had ended under Delay's auspices, the dancers hadn't enjoyed themselves yet, the music was turned up to the maximum, and they all rushed onto the dance floor to dance freestyle.

"Pay attention to the time!" Song Ya pointed to his watch and reminded Dilai loudly that the venue was rented and the law and order outside was not good.

Delay gave him a thumbs up to indicate that it was okay, and handed him another glass of wine.

"Aplus!" Some sharp-eyed dancers saw themselves, "Come down and dance together!" They shouted in unison.

"Let's dance together!" Fergie also shouted from the side.

In a good mood, he readily agreed, and twisted his body after holding the cup.

Immediately, a female dancer danced schemingly and jumped in front of him, showing herself desperately. Seeing that he didn't respond, she turned her back and danced a reggae-style twerk dance, getting closer and closer.

show off that body you got

you?got?that?dance，?glow?so?hot

you're workin' that, you twerkin' that

you're checkin' that, like a clock

"Hmph, I will too..."

Fergie, who had just been tortured a lot, moved between the two jealously, and jumped up with all her strength.

It seems that he has achieved good results in his study at Laface Records, he danced hip-hop well, and even turned around and began to imitate the female dancer's twerk movements when he danced high.

Their bodies swayed and rubbed against the powerful hip-hop music, and the air was full of youthful flavor.

can't?nobody?do?it?like?i?do?it

when?i?do?it,?dog?i?do?it

break?it?down, break?it?down,?put?your?back?into?it

man, you all ain't ready for the shxt i'm doing

so?get?up, get?up,?put?your?drinks?down

don't? want? y'all? sloshing? yo'? drinks? out

all?over?that?cheap?blouse

ain't?nothing?but?a?swallow?in?it?anyhow

still?me, still?me,?i?just?changed?the?sound

A few minutes of wide-format images flashed through Song Ya's mind in a trance, the rigorous and elegant ballet practice of men and women in ballet costumes, mixed with the individual and free street dance scenes of young people on the street...

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