I love it when you call me señorita
I love the way you call me "my girl"
I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya
Wish I could pretend I don't need you
But every touch is ooh la la la
But every touch is oh la la la
It's true la la la
It's true la la la
The song Señorita, which just refreshed in his inspiration, was excellent as always; both lyrics and melody were impeccable.
The rhythm of the whole song was light, full of exotic Caribbean style.
The only drawback was that this song was just too sweet.
This was a duet for a couple.
All tracks for Leon's debut studio album Demons had been recorded and had entered the MV shooting stage.
Forcibly stuffing another song into the album now was obviously inappropriate, not to mention this sweet style was completely incompatible with Demons.
So, even if this song was impeccably excellent, it was still out-and-out waste inspiration for him.
At least for now.
The next morning, Leon arrived at the Roc Nation recording studio, where Old Mike had been waiting for a long time.
Lenny had proposed replacing him with a more famous MV director, but Leon rejected it outright.
After working together for a while, Leon had long discovered that Old Mike didn't lack talent.
He just lacked someone who appreciated him, and a great MV to prove his worth.
Jay-Z had approved an astonishing production budget of $1 million for the Demons album.
But the recording part had already cost nearly $200,000. In addition, the MV shoot for Sucker for Pain had cost another $140,000.
Robbie's appearance fee accounted for the bulk of that.
Now, Leon had to consider how to reasonably allocate resources for MV shooting, pursuing the ultimate quality for the three lead single MVs while also taking care of other works.
Since it wasn't the first time working with Old Mike, and the two had a close personal relationship, the MV shooting progressed rapidly.
At this pace, it was a sure thing that this highly anticipated album would be released before Christmas.
The entire month of October was calm. Leon was stuck in a vicious cycle of commercial gigs and MV shoots.
The smearing against him continued non-stop. Kanye West's wallet seemed bottomless, continuously bringing "black traffic" to Leon.
In comparison, Robbie's schedule was even busier. Faded not only firmly occupied the top three positions on the Billboard charts but also swept the world with its avant-garde psychedelic electronic style.
It topped music charts in multiple countries and regions.
In Robbie's hometown, Australia, her popularity was even greater than in the US.
Breaking 400,000 sales on streaming platforms in three weeks and exceeding 500,000 physical record sales said it all.
Leon's earnings from Robbie were even more than what he made as a singer himself.
This day, Leon was shooting an MV on set as usual. Currently, only the shooting for Demons, out of the ten songs on the new album, was still ongoing.
As the title track of the album, the importance of the Demons MV quality goes without saying.
Roc Nation's expectation for it was to break into the nomination list for next year's MTV Video Music Awards.
During the shooting break, Leon, Phil, and Old Mike gathered together to smoke and chat.
The topic of conversation was about the radio station acquisition plan from a few days ago.
All links were as smooth as Leon expected. Aisha had already secured more than a dozen community radio stations through negotiation and transactions.
These radio stations, from the Bronx to Brooklyn and Queens, formed a network surrounding Manhattan.
Even the Chester Street Bad Boy radio station, which was previously thought to be the hardest to deal with, was bought by Phil from T-Ray for $20,000.
At the same time, he promised to allow T-Ray to continue serving as a DJ at the station.
According to Leon's idea, letting him act as free labor... hiring a radio host in New York was not a small sum.
Getting $20,000 and still being able to use his own radio station at any time...
Originally, T-Ray's first reaction upon seeing Phil was to slap him twice, but after hearing the transaction plan, he was dumbfounded.
"Is there such a good thing?"
"Isn't this basically free money?"
The simple and honest ngga never dreamed that someone would be willing to spend so much money to buy his garbage radio station.
He naturally took this as a signal that Leon and Phil were spending money to seek peace.
Thus, after a weird transaction, both Party A and Party B thought they had won big.
The only problem now was that the center of this radio network—Lion's Den Radio—had not been secured yet.
Not because of money, nor because DJ Marcus had any perverted obsession with his radio station...
He gave a bizarre reason: Leon was not a Black man, and letting him run this radio station would ruin their proud Black community culture.
Speaking of this, Phil couldn't help cursing: "This damn ngga... does their community culture refer to drug abuse, violence, and promiscuity?"
"Damn Gunder Frank... didn't that fool think that the triangular trade he invented would cause violence to run rampant in this country 400 years later?"
Speaking of which, there was a reason why Phil hated Black people so much.
Ever since his son genetically ascended to become a daughter, the "boyfriends" she dated were all Black.
Just thinking about the picture of his "son" being penetrated fiercely and deeply by Black and hard... it was more painful than killing him.
Leon asked, "Maybe let T-Ray talk to Marcus? They are both rap musicians and have similar gang backgrounds..."
As soon as the words fell, he felt Phil's burning gaze.
Just having walked out of the gang den on Chester Street and reached a deal... did he really think others treated him as a friend?
No matter how Leon persuaded him, Phil was unwilling to do such a stupid thing again.
Seeing this, the old lecher Mike joked from the side, "Maybe you can let Cardi B sleep with Marcus. It might make this ngga change his mind..."
"No ngga doesn't want to sleep with Cardi. That girl is now the Black community's own Marilyn Monroe."
Mike's joke instantly woke the two up.
Cardi B was from the Bloods in the Bronx and now had extremely strong influence in the Black community.
Letting her step forward might really settle this matter.
Thinking of this, Phil immediately messaged Cardi.
Besides non-stop commercial gigs these days, this girl also had to take care of the Evil Angel brand.
"Hi~ what are you guys chatting about?"
A rich but very sweet voice sounded beside the three.
A tall and voluptuous woman walked over, flanked by two Black bodyguards.
"Miss Beyoncé?"
The three stood up simultaneously as if they had telepathy.
Beyoncé's slender fingers brushed across Leon's face. "Long time no see, pretty boy~"
"I heard from Diddy that you had some unpleasantness at the party."
Leon spread his hands and said, "Not really... just..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Beyoncé: "You did the right thing... Diddy might have some ideas about you. You must stay away from him."
"Ideas about me?"
Ten thousand grass-mud horses (alpacas) instantly galloped through Leon's heart.
But thinking about Diddy's various perverted behaviors, it seemed normal. It was said that he often went in and out of his luxury villa with the currently popular fresh meat Justin Bieber.
Shxt... sooner or later, that crazy ngga's dick will be blasted off by a bullet.