"In fact... let's put it this way, although I have made records for many big-name singers and popular groups, but they each have their own specialties, Whitney's aura in country music is unparalleled, and the boy takes them The division of labor and cooperation during singing is very good. As for Madonna, can anyone still question her grasp of popularity? I have cooperated with them very happily, so the question of which is better is meaningless. "
"Okay, then let's change the question, or put it another way, among the singers you've worked with, who is the most special?"
"The most special? If it is the time of music recording, it is undoubtedly U2. They can always add some new singing skills suddenly during the recording, and they complement each other with the music, giving people a surprise. If it is Arranging, then definitely Angela, the youngest age is a factor - she was already involved in the production of her first album - and most importantly, you never Know what her next thoughts will be!"
"Because her style is always fluid, right?"
"Her mind is always full of unrestrained imagination, no matter what genre or genre she has her own opinions, your mind has to keep up with her, which is very challenging. But even so, sometimes You still can’t do it well. For example, this time to say goobye, I was completely marginalized when I was making it. When I made two Chinese songs, I was a question-and-answer machine at all. To answer her question, it can be said that those two songs were completely made by her alone!"
"It doesn't happen often. Is it?"
"Yes, especially for a music producer, but you don't feel bad because you're witnessing the growth of a musical genius, especially when she suddenly screams and then falls off her chair. , you know there's great music coming out - she always does."
"Damn it!" Natalie felt her hands clenched tightly after she yelled, "Damn, Eric said that he wouldn't tell it!"
The girl sighed and looked up at Angela: "I think when you're in the studio, you always put your legs somewhere higher than the chair, right?"
"Of course, that's cool, isn't it?" Angela shrugged, then looked angrily at the laughing audience on TV: "Wait and see! I want him to look good when I get back to Los Angeles!"
Then she put her head on her shoulder pretending to be aggrieved, rubbed lightly against her cheek, and blew into her ear: "Oh, Nat, this really makes me sad, so comfort me. how am I?"
Under the rubbing of the ear temples and the tickling feeling in the ears, Natalie's whole body was numb and a little soft. She hurriedly struggled to get out of her arms and stood up: "I think I have to go back, Angie." She pointed to Scarlett who seemed to be asleep on the other side of the sofa: "It's 9:30, Manny. All tired."
"Then just stay here." Angela said with a smile. "We sleep together, the bed is big enough anyway!"
Without waiting for Natalie to speak, she immediately waved her fingers again: "I think I can call Mr. Heathrag and Mr. Johnson, and they will agree!"
"No no no, Angie, I think we can go home without bothering you."
"Okay, my dear, I won't eat you again." Angela cocked the corners of her mouth with a playful look. Although she said so, her expression clearly told Natalie that she had to stay tonight. Not possible.
"What did you eat?" The confused Scarlet rubbed her eyes and woke up.
"It's nothing, Manny," Angela came over and touched her head, "will you stay and sleep together tonight?"
"Can I stay here?" Scarlett sat up with surprise.
"Of course, as long as your parents agree - I'll call them now." Angela said, walked to the phone and started dialing, Natalie quickly stepped forward to pull her, and whispered: "What do you want What's up, Angie?!"
"I should ask you this, Nat, I just want you to sleep together, I've never slept with two girls before, maybe we can have a pillow fight before going to bed." Angela looked innocent. looks like. Damn it! Natalie rolled her eyes: "You know that's not what I'm talking about!"
"Oh?" The girl looked at her with wide eyes and asked suddenly, "What are you afraid of, Nat?"
Natalie was stunned, Angela didn't give her a chance to think, and continued to ask: "Did I not keep my promise when we slept together that day? Do you think I would break the rules with Manny? Please? , Nat! Do you think I'm so unreliable?"
Natalie was speechless and at a loss, as Angela said, what was she afraid of
Angela picked up the phone and quickly dialed the phone. There were basically no accidents. Both parents agreed. Anyway, the children have been together for not a day or two.
"It's great! I've wanted to try living in the Waldorf Astoria for a long time!" Scarlett cheered, hugged Angela and gave her a big kiss. Angela patted her on the back with a smile, She pushed into the bathroom: "Okay, let's take a shower first."
Then the girl walked in front of Natalie again, with a sweet and seductive smile, reached out to hold her waist, kneaded gently, and then kissed her neck gently, the warmth that came from made Natalie Tully snapped out of her tumultuous thoughts, and she nudged her, but not very firmly.
"So - after Manni comes out, how about we take a bath together?" Angela said seductively, her green eyes flickering, "I still remember the few years we spent together in the bathtub, do you want to come again? once?"
"Angie..." Natalie's voice was a little awkward and awkward. "We... we were..."
Angela burst out laughing, pinched Natalie's face, and said with a straight face: "Don't make this expression, Nat, I just want you to understand that I love you, so I will never do what I promised. violation."
Everything the girls did next seemed to confirm this. After washing up, Scarlett went to sleep first after the three girls froliced on the bed. Angela and Natalie then leaned against the head of the bed, staring at the ceiling head to head and chatting. Music, movies, art, and others, basically talk about whatever comes to mind. Maybe one second is talking about the impression of the city, and the next second, it turns to the emergence and development of RAP, until the faint sound of 11 bells outside.
"Okay, it's late, that's all, good night, Nat!" Angela yawned lightly.
"Okay, good night, Angie." Natalie was also sleepy, nodded, and was about to get into the quilt when Angela suddenly came over and kissed her on the lips lightly.
"This is good night!" The girl's eyes were curved, and she added: "I still think the neat PopRap is more attractive!" Then she quickly lay down.
Natalie looked at her sullenly. Very dissatisfied with the fact that girls have the upper hand in arguments in this way. But now it seems that there is no way to pull it back, so I have to get into the quilt with so little reluctance.
As soon as he turned sideways, a pair of hands reached out from behind and hugged her tightly. Natalie didn't take it seriously, but adjusted her posture to make the two stick closer together. Angela was very dishonest and squeezed twice on some places, and sniffed on the back of her neck like a puppy. It was quiet.
Then, a trace of doubt suddenly came to Natalie's heart: When did she become more tolerant or even... accustomed to Angela's behavior that was beyond the normal range and above her bottom line? If this continues, will she... She suddenly understands what she is afraid of.
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The water-like guitar sounded, followed by the faint Chinese bamboo flute, giving people a crisp and continuous feeling, especially when the girl on the stage sang, it was tactfully sad and full of hope. The emotions were vividly interpreted by her. Even though most people on stage could not understand the lyrics, the resonance of the music still allowed them to clearly feel the meaning of the song.
Speaking of which, Angela really wanted to sing "time to say goobye" at the signing ceremony that was made up the next day. Didn't the critics say she couldn't sing this song? Then sing it out in broad daylight and see it!
But this is always a delusion. If you really want to do this, you have to bring a symphony orchestra to the scene. Even if an orchestra agrees to participate, even if it can be arranged in Times Square and fight for a song... Has the record company's head burned out? It's not a concert!
Of course, Angela can also stick to it with her own pockets, but no matter how rich she is, it's not like this, so this idea only stayed in her head in the end, and she didn't even say it. So in the end, I chose to sing three songs, one in English, one in French and one in Chinese. Obviously, this works well!
Although the supplementary signing meeting was shortened to 1 hour, the hot scene still made the girl's head big. In addition, I was playing with a few girls yesterday, and my wrist did not get the best recovery, so I could hardly lift my right hand after the end. Now, it was even more uncomfortable than the day before, so I had to put an ice pack on it.
In the midst of the voices of "Angela, I love you", the girl got into the car and left Times Square and returned to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. She was relieved just now, but she was stunned as soon as she entered the room. The room was full of Flowers, all roses, all kinds of colors and varieties and styles are available, almost become a rose exhibition.
"I remember these things should be put in another room!" Angela turned to look at the housekeeper who insisted on escorting her up - she knew why he did it - the amiable old man smiled and bowed his body : "This is a little thought from Mr. President's young lady."
"Mr. President's miss?" Angela repeated with a frown, startled, and a person's face suddenly appeared in her mind.