Vol 2 Chapter 92: Those things in New York (2)

"Actually ... Let's put it this way, although I have produced records for many big-name singers and popular groups, but they each have their own expertise. Whitney's aura of country music is unparalleled, and the boy The division of labor and cooperation when they sing in the strip is very good. As for Madonna, can anyone still question her grasp of fashion? I have cooperated with them very happily, so which one is better is such a problem is meaningless of."
"Well, let's change the question, or put it another way, which of the singers you have worked with is the most special?"
"The most special? If it ’s music recording, it ’s undoubtedly u2. When they are recording, they can suddenly add some new singing skills, and they complement each other and make a surprise. If it is In the case of arranger production, then it must be Angela, and the youngest age involved in production is a factor-as early as when she produced her first album, she was already involved in the production-the most important The thing is, you never know what her next thought will be! "
"Because her style is not constant, right?"
"Her head is always full of wild imagination. No matter what kind of genre and type, she has her own opinion. Your thoughts must keep up with her. It is very challenging. But even so, sometimes You still ca n’t do very well, such as this timetimesaygoody, I was completely marginalized during the production, and when I was making two Chinese songs, I was basically a question answering machine, I just need to answer her Question, it can be said that those two songs were made by her alone! "
"This situation is rare. Right?"
"Yes. Especially for a music producer, but you don't feel uncomfortable because you have witnessed the growth of a musical genius, especially when she suddenly screamed. Then she fell off the chair and fell to the ground , You know there is great music coming out again-she always does. "
"Hell!" After yelling. Natalie felt her hands clenched tightly. "Damn, Eric said, he won't tell the story!"
The girl sighed and looked up at Angela: "I think you always put your legs somewhere above the chair when you are in the studio, right?"
"Of course, that's cool, isn't it?" Angela shrugged, and then watched the TV audience laugh with laughter: "Wait! After returning to Los Angeles, I want him to look good!"
Then she pretended to be aggrieved and put her head on her shoulders, rubbed her cheek against her face, and blew into her ears: "Oh, nat, this really saddens me, comfort me how am I?"
The ears were scratching and there was a tickling sensation in the ears. Let Natalie feel a little weak all over. She quickly struggled to leave her arms and stood up: "I think I have to go back. Angie." She pointed to the other side of the sofa and seemed to be sleeping Scarlett: "It's 9:30. Manny Are sleepy. "
"Then stay here," Angela said with a smile. "Let's sleep together. The bed is big enough anyway!"
Don't wait for Natalie to speak. She immediately shook her finger again: "I think I can call Mr. Hessler. And Mr. Johnson. They will agree!"
"No no no. Angie. I think we can go home. No need to bother you."
"Okay. Dear. I won't eat you again." Angela arched her lips. A playful look. Although saying so. But that expression clearly told Natalie. She must stay tonight.
"What did you eat?" Scarlett rubbed her eyes at this moment. Woke up.
"Nothing, Manny," Angela came over and touched her head. "Will you stay here to sleep with you 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, went to the phone and started dialing, Natalie hurried forward and pulled her, whispered: " What do you want, Angie? "
"I should just ask you this, nat, I just want you to sleep with me, I have never slept with the two girls, maybe we can have a pillow fight before bedtime." Angela is innocent Looks like. Damn it! Natalie rolled her eyes: "You know I'm not talking about this!"
"Oh?" The girl looked at her with wide eyes and asked coldly, "What are you afraid of, nat?"
Natalie froze, Angela did not 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 when Manny was on the ground? , Nat! Am I so unreliable in your mind. "
Natalie was speechless and lost in her heart, as Angela said, what was she afraid of?
Angela picked up the microphone and quickly dialed the phone. There was basically no accident. Both parents agreed, and the children weren't together for a day or two anyway.
"Awesome! I already wanted to try staying at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel!" Scarlett cheered, hugged Angela and kissed her. Angela patted her back with a smile. Pushed the bathroom forward: "Okay, let's take a shower first."
Then the girl walked up to Natalie again, reached out and supported her waist with a sweet, seductive smile, kneaded gently, followed by a gentle kiss on her neck, and the warmth of the feeling made Na Tally came back from her confused thoughts. She pushed her, but she was not very determined.
"So ---- when Manny comes out, how about we take a bath together?" Angela said seductively, and the green eyes flickered, "I remember the things we spent together in the bathtub for a few years, Would you like to come again? "
"Angie ..." Natalie's voice was awkward and awkward. "We ... we were ..."
Angela chuckled and laughed, pinching Natalie's face, and said: "Don't make this expression, nat. I just want you to understand. I love you, so I promise I won't violation."
Everything that the next girl did seemed to confirm this. After washing, the three girls flipped around on the bed, and Scarlett slept first. Then Angela and Natalie leaned on the bed, head to head, chatting to the ceiling. Music, film, art, and others, basically what I want to talk about. Maybe I was still talking about city impressions in the first second, and then I turned to rap to appear and develop in the next second.
"Okay, it's late, so be it, good night, nat!" Angela yawned lightly
"Okay. Good night, Angie." Natalie was sleepy, nodded, and was about to get into the quilt. Angela suddenly came over and kissed her gently.
"That's good night!" The girl's eyes were bent, followed by the sentence: "I still think the clean poprap is more attractive!" Then she lay down quickly.
Natalie looked at her in a sullen mood. Very dissatisfied with the way girls have the upper hand in the argument in this way. But now it seems that he can't pull it back again, so he has to get into the quilt with so little reluctance.
Just turned over. She stretched her hands from behind and hugged her firmly. Natalie didn't care, but adjusted her posture to make the two of them stick closer. Angela was very dishonest and gently squeezed two in some places, and sniffed like a puppy on her neck. This is quiet
Then, a hint of doubt suddenly came to Natalie's mind: When did she become more tolerant or even accustomed to Angela's behavior beyond the normal range and above her bottom line? If this continues, will she ... she suddenly understands what she is afraid of.
The water-like guitar sounded, and then the Chinese bamboo flute, if any, gave a crisp and endless feeling, especially when the girls on the stage sang, and they were sad and hopeful. Her emotions were interpreted vividly by her. Even though most people on the stage did not understand the lyrics, the resonance caused by the music still allowed them to clearly understand the meaning of the song.
Rising, Angela would like to sing "timetosaygoody" at the signing session on the next day. Isn't the commentator saying that she can't sing this song? Then sing it out in the broad daylight!
However, this is always a delusion. If you really want to move a symphony orchestra to the scene, even if the orchestra agrees to participate, even if it can be arranged in Times Square to work on a song ... Did the record company's head burn out? Not a concert!
Of course, Angela can also pay for it by herself, but even if you have money, it won't cost you so, so the idea stays in your head and doesn't even say it. So in the end I chose to sing three songs, one each in English, French and Chinese. Obviously, this works well!
Although the supplementary signing session was shortened to 1 hour, the violent scene still made the girl's head big, and yesterday, with a few girls having fun, the wrist did not get the best recovery, so the right hand was almost unable to lift after the end It was even more uncomfortable than the day before and had to be covered with an ice pack.
In the voice of "Angela, I love you", the girl sat in the car and left Times Square, and returned to the Waldorf Astoria hotel. She was just relieved, but once she entered the room, she stayed again, and the room was full. With flowers, all roses, various colors and varieties, and various styles, almost became a rose exhibition.
"I remember these things should be put in another room!" Angela turned to look at the room manager who insisted to accompany her-she knew why he did it-the old man with a nice face smiled I owe my body: "This is the kind of intention of Mr. President, Miss Di."
"Mr. President's lady's mind?" Angela repeated with a frown, a shock in her head, and a face suddenly appeared in her head.
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