"Where's Aunt Susie?"

At night, in the small recording studio on the top floor of Highland Park, Song Ya, who was chatting with Shakira about the score of We Are One, heard footsteps at the door and asked casually.

"They're all back in Hyde Park, and Tony says you don't want to have a celebration party here, so ...... Can only go back. ”

It was Xue Linfen's voice, and Shakira instantly put down her hand that pressed the keys of the electronic piano and moved a little farther away.

"I'm sorry."

Song Ya looked back at Xue Linfen who was holding the door, "I thought it was Goodman...... He's also home? ”

"No, I'm still waiting for you in the study." Xue Linfen replied.

"Well, I'll leave for a while."

I had to say a word to Shakira, got up and walked to the door, "You should rest early, you have worked hard today." Song Ya said to Xue Linfen again.

"Okay, I sent a plane to pick up Robb and Jon? May I? Xue Linfen asked.

"Of course, I miss them too."

When Song Ya left the studio, Xue Linfen walked in, "I used to play drums. She said.

"Wow......" Shakira sighed.

"I grew up living with rock bands, my mom was a keyboardist, an aunt was a singer, and an aunt played bass called Suzi Quatro......"

"I've heard of Suzi Quatro! He's your aunt!? ”

"Yes......"

Hee-hee, it's good to chat, Song Ya can go to the study with confidence.

Goodman was half-lying on the couch watching an old movie, and two glasses of whiskey had been poured on the coffee table next to him, "Rehearsals with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra will start tomorrow?" Hearing Song Ya's sound of the door closing, he asked.

"Yes."

Beginning on December 1st, the filming of the soccer stunner could only be delayed by four days due to the return to Chicago last month and the strike, "Mr. Barenboy was already very upset. Song Ya picked up the cup and took a sip.

"I've heard that the Symphony Center is going to be renovated." Goodman said.

"Really?"

The Chicago Symphony Center is the base of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra and is 100 years old. "I have to donate a lot of money.

"Hmm."

The two of them chatted about the Barn case while watching TV, this case has been studied very thoroughly by the fantasy lawyer team, and the external situation has gradually changed to a relatively relaxed level, and there are few places where Goodman needs to help him solve his doubts, "Chuck, I plan to ...... Limit Connie's wallet, what do you think? Song Ya changed the subject.

Tony was the one who started the car robbery, and she didn't seem guilty today.

"How to limit? She received her 'salary' from Susie's charitable foundation, which ...... Not long ago, I just got Oprah's $10 million in funds. Goodman smiled wryly, "I can't do this, you have to convince your relatives yourself." ”

"Okay, I'll look for a chance."

Song Ya scratched her head, "Well, next time Xue Linfen asks you to help transfer a private jet, it's best to ask her what she wants to do first, and don't let her bring someone I don't want to see to come to the house out of nowhere." ”

"You don't want to see Bill McKennick?" Goodman asked rhetorically.

"No, I mean to ask in advance if you encounter this situation in the future...... Anyway, you know what I mean. ”

"OK, I see."

The next morning, Mike Sr. parked his car in front of the Chicago Symphony Center, a Georgian-style nine-story building that a hundred years ago might have been the grandest on the entire Michigan Avenue, but now it's a little low and old against the surrounding skyscrapers. ”

Old Mac didn't care about the appearance of the building, he was worried about the gate facing the street, this old-fashioned theater layout, coming out is a pedestrian walkway, he used the walkie-talkie to direct the front and rear car bodyguards to get out of the car to line up the wall.

"What's wrong with you?"

Shakira noticed that Song Ya's spirit was suddenly a little sluggish, and asked with concern.

"Nothing."

In the cold morning light, two people stopped to chat at the entrance of the symphony center, double bassists, because they both carried a double bass case that was taller than a person, and the largest bowed string instrument even required a small wheel at the bottom of the case to make it easier for the musician to carry the heavy weight on his back.

This scene brought me a piece of apocalypse movie again, so now I was a little dizzy, Song Ya slowed down for about ten seconds, and then kissed the Latin girl next to him lovingly.

"I'm so nervous! I'll be able to see Barenboy himself later......"

The director, conductor and pianist of one of the world's top 10 symphony orchestras is naturally an idol in the eyes of musicians, Shakira said wistfully.

"Hehe, I know him very well, and he likes the symphony I compose."

The bodyguards drove the two double bass players into the door, and did not find the paparazzi, old Mike signaled safety, went down and opened the back seat door, Song Ya took Shakira's hand and walked quickly across the walkway, while not forgetting to brag about himself.

"I don't feel like it's safe here......"

Old Mack's eyes were always drawn to the instrument boxes of the musicians coming and going, as if the next second a killer would pull out the famous Chicago typewriter: the portable and concealed Thomson submachine gun.

"Don't make a fuss about this too, take it easy, Mike."

Song Ya didn't want to disturb the classical musicians here, "Actually, I feel like the security level can be lowered, what do you think?" ”

Motura has completely cut off the way back to Sony Columbia Records, so even if he hangs up, what kind of commemorative album and other benefits have nothing to do with him, since he can't get any economic and performance benefits, a rational professional manager should not be a killer just for personal vendetta or anger, he should know that doing so will require his life to bear the consequences.

Goodman did the same last night.

"Life is yours and not mine." Old Mac replied angrily.

"Anyway, let's keep it low in this building, I guess...... It is better to have a sense of reverence for the traditions and techniques of classical music. ”

Song Ya said with a smile.

Having come to the last rehearsals of the Game of Thrones symphony, he navigated the interior of the building and soon found the large rehearsal room assigned to Baba Yetu.

“OK！ Now you tell me, is it fast or slow? ”

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard Barenboy's voice, "Is it fast or slow!?" "It's a soundproof door, and it's not hard to imagine how the top conductors inside are roaring.

"Don't you go in?" Shakira asked.

"Shh Song Ya smiled evilly and told her not to make a sound, and then pressed her ear against the door, so she did the same.

"Unbelievable! How could they accept a mentally handicapped into the orchestra! Can you read staves?! Tell me what this is!? ”

"Eighth notes."

"What is this?"

"Dotted sixteenth notes."

"So you can read it! Then answer me now...... Is it fast or slow!? ”

Barenboy seemed to be training the musicians, very irritable, "Answer! He roared.

"Soon?"

"OMG! I didn't even notice a pig hiding in the orchestra! Get out of here, dead fatty! Go to M Kee and eat your Big Mac set! Get where you need to go! Barenboy was not satisfied with this answer, and his mouth was full of fragrance.

Shakira heard the sound of smashing things, the sound of chairs falling, and then the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.

"That's right! Very good! That's it! Crying and running out of mom's room like a nine-year-old girl! That's it! Dead fat man ......"

When she heard this, she hurriedly jumped away, but found that Song Ya was still stupidly sticking her ear to the door, reaching out to pull but before she could do so, the door was opened from the inside, and Song Ya fell into the arms of the young fat man who was holding the cello and was already in tears.

"I'm sorry." Song Ya hurriedly apologized, he reacted a little insensitive just now, because there was another movie apocalypse, but in the play, a jazz orchestra conductor was training a drummer.

But the other party was in no mood to pay attention to him, covered his eyes with his hands, and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor......

Now that the door was open, Song Ya found that the eyes of the musicians inside had been fixed on him, so he had to walk in, "I'm here, Mr. Barenboy." ”

The atmosphere inside is terrifyingly depressing, a total of more than 30 musicians, young people all hang their heads silently, and don't even dare to raise their eyelids, these people are generally alternate musicians, and the ones who just made eye contact with themselves are relatively older principals of various voices, etc., this kind of formal members are all well-known figures in the classical music industry, most likely world-renowned soloists, or professorships at conservatories.

"Ha, it's finally our turn to be a great composer."

Barenboy, who was still in a rage, was simply the only lion in the room, and when he glanced at him, he stopped looking at him, and as he collected the scores on the bracket, he said to the musicians: "What? Shouldn't you welcome with applause? Oh, and the belated star has brought his little girlfriend with him, and the Chicago Symphony Orchestra should build a dedicated couples conductor for them! Don't be in a daze! Everyone applauds! ”

There were a few young musicians who clapped their hands right away.

It's so embarrassing, it's weird, it's like a public execution, "yes, I'm sorry...... The set is really ...... Can't leave......"

The pressure was instantly full, and she couldn't take care of Shakira for the time being, and Song Ya apologized in a whisper for not coming back on time to participate in the rehearsal.

"No, no, no, no apologies APLUS, you saved me, and I can finally go back to my humble work and serve Monsieur Brahms carefully."

Barenboy pressed a large stack of sheet music to Song Ya's chest, and then just slammed the door and left.

"I ......"

Song Ya was stunned in place holding the score, her mind blank.

The rehearsal room, which was so quiet that it could be heard falling pins, was filled with murmur in the moment after Barenboy left, and the young musicians, who had just become wooden figures, looked up at them, as if waiting for the new conductor's orders, and at the same time loosened their stiff bodies.

Shakira was crying for some reason, her head hanging down and standing by the door, her face covered by her long, freshly dyed blonde hair, and large tears fell to the floor.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?