Chapter 11 Broker

"Don't blame me for not warning you, Alex, as long as Little Lowry disagrees, as long as he says no, then everything will stop here, and you are not allowed to harass him anymore, why do you want to go with this broken song!"

The next day, on the driving Toyota Eagle, Tony took out the cassette after listening to the demo, and threw it back to Song Ya.

"Okay, at worst, I'll find a way to release a single by myself."

This is the downside of telling Tony first. Song Ya originally intended to win more, but now he treats him as a speculator. Of course, it is an angry statement to say that I have released a single. In this era, if you want to make a debut purely with a single, you have to walk a very tortuous and difficult road. If you just want to get the strong push of DJs from music radio stations, big and small, you have to rely on your connections, background, and financial resources. First of all, not to mention the excellent quality of the music itself, the singer's ability to exploit has to be full.

"cool."

A word popped out from the 'muffler' of the car, and the car was parked outside an office building, where the Chicago office of the Composers Association was located.

"It's so expensive..."

Song Ya gritted her teeth looking at the price on the coin-operated timer next to the car, stuffed a few steel coins in, and couldn't help complaining: "It's all said that I can come here alone."

"That's not okay, I have to watch you closely now."

Stepping into the building, Tony looked around and sighed, "It's really 'white' here!"

Indeed, the urban elite area is now almost entirely dominated by white people. This is the real Chicago, the world's number one academic, art, legal, financial, business, press and publishing center, and the hometown of skyscrapers. White-collar and gold-collar men and women in high-end suits and professional suits walk in a hurry, and the pace of life is completely different from Nancheng.

Walking to the elevator door, a young Caucasian woman waiting there saw the three of them, and immediately subconsciously stood a few steps away, then changed the shoulder of her bag, and moved it from the near side to the far side.

"NAZI!" Tony cursed in a low voice.

The elevator door opened, and the three of them went in, but the woman remained where she was, with her head lowered and pretendingly staring at her toes, as if there was a flower there.

Song Ya felt that Tony's anger could no longer be suppressed, and hurriedly pushed the elevator door shut.

"Look! It's the last decade of the 20th century, and white people still have the same virtue! They assassinated Dr. King and sealed off Area 51..." Tony began to rave about racial discrimination and white conspiracy theories again. thing.

Song Ya is also used to it now. At this time, his brain will automatically filter out Tony's voice. He has one goal now, to maximize the power of the plug-in as soon as possible and improve his life.

The filing procedure is very simple, pay the money, leave your name and contact information, put the cassette and score into the file bag provided by the Composers Guild, and work together. Song Ya reconfirmed with the staff that the information provided by Goldman was accurate. Although this kind of filing has nothing to do with copyright, the time and content of the filing are very strong evidence in the future when a copyright ownership lawsuit is filed, which can provide him with a lot of evidence. good protection.

"It seems that you are really playing..."

Staring at Song Ya as he went through the filing process in an orderly manner, Tony's suspicions disappeared a lot.

"Nonsense, I almost spent all the money Aunt Susie gave me." Song Ya complained.

The three of them came out, the 'Muffler' started the car, and drove directly downstairs to Little Lowry's house.

Although little Lowry was rapping, he was not a kid from the slums. Apart from being a bit old, the high-rise apartment he lived in had everything from access control and property management.

The three of them were put upstairs, and AK was waiting at the door, and after the customary set of black greetings, he welcomed everyone in.

The living room is large and has antique style carpets.

Little Lori lay lazily halfway on the sofa, holding a guitar in his arms, clearly showing displeasure, "Hey, APLUS! Come on! Let's see your music!" He waved at Song Ya, with shouted in a playful tone.

"Uh, okay."

Song Ya took out the demo cassette and score from his bag, and AK next to him took it with a smile, "Sit down." He pointed to the sofa, turned around and threw the score to Little Lowry, took the cassette and inserted it into a dual-card recorder.

"Hey." Tony didn't seem to feel the embarrassment in the air. He ran over and sat next to Little Lowry, stretched out his fist, and smiled affectionately: "Thank you for giving Alex this opportunity, brother."

Little Lowry smiled helplessly, bumped fists with him, didn't speak, just pouted at the tape recorder.

This kind of dual-card recorder in his house is the style that black people like to carry on their shoulders to the court or party. After a noise, Song Ya's tender singing is played. The song in the second-hand store is not long, and it takes more than three minutes to pass quickly. , and then only the slight noise of the tape idling remains.

AK turns off the recorder.

Tony stared nervously at little Lowry's face.

Song Ya's attention was all on the other person, Little Lowry's manager, who came out of the room just as the song was playing, stood in the corner, folded his arms around his chest, and listened carefully. This is what he asked Tony to do. He promised Tony that if Little Lowry said 'no', he would turn around and leave, but in exchange, Little Lowry's agent must be present. Lowry Jr. might be kept in the dark about the fact that the new album will almost certainly fail, and the agent who yelled "We're done" at the time must be very clear about their current situation. However, at his age, it's not easy for people to see through the truth. He kept a straight face and a serious face throughout the whole process.

"Um……"

Little Lowry thought about it seriously for a while, the score was in his hand, and he was listening to it just now, due to limited conditions, Song Yalu had no accompaniment at this time, and there was only the mechanical sound of the metronome in the background. Tony didn't think highly of it after listening to it. Little Lowry, who knows music, must be able to see what's behind it.

"Drums and saxophone?" Little Lowry didn't say 'no'.

"Yes." Song Ya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pointing to the score in the opponent's hand, "I will use other instruments later."

"I know I know……"

Little Lowry murmured and read the score several times, "The lyrics are very interesting..." He beat the time with his hands, and hummed a few lines.

"This is what Alex thought of when he was shopping in a second-hand store. On the day we filmed the MV, hehe, this little clever ghost." Tony explained for Song Ya, "How is it? Not bad?"

"The degree of completion is very high." Little Lowry raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Ya.

"real?"

Tony was happy, "I just said, this kid has something, he is the main trumpet player of our school orchestra, the teachers like him very much, the equipment for recording this song was borrowed by the teacher! He himself is very concerned about this The expectations for the song are also very high, guess what? Before we came, we just went to prepare... for this song?" He looked back at Song Ya.

"My brother, please shut up..." Song Ya sighed in her heart, but she had to answer: "For the record."

"Yes, yes, for the record!" Tony couldn't stop talking, "You don't know, we met a white girl when we were waiting for the elevator, and saw us..." He imitated the twisting gesture of the woman changing her bag and shoulders , "It's like seeing some robber..."

"Wow...for the record..."

Little Lowry smiled and handed the sheet music to AK, who lay back down again.

"Racism! This is racism! It's NAZI! When I saw NGer, I thought of a thief..." Tony continued there.

AK flipped through the sheet music and said, "I think this song doesn't suit you, Lowry..."

"What?" Tony misfired, looking at AK.

"Uh……"

AK paused for a while, then said: "This song is generally about buying second-hand clothes and items, right? Lori, your persona is cool, handsome, young and fashionable. If you really sing so exaggeratedly The joy of buying second-hand...wouldn't the young girls be...well...you know what I mean."

"Hey, AK, you..." Tony wanted to get angry at AK, but he didn't have the confidence to look back at Little Lowry, "What do you think, Lowry?"

"Um……"

Little Lowry shrugged, "I respect AK's opinion on this kind of professional issue."

"Okay... okay." Tony's eyes dimmed.

AK took out the cassette and handed it back to Song Ya along with the score.

"Thanks." Song Ya smiled at him, her heart was much brighter than Tony's, and she had nothing to say, it seemed that she had to find another way.

"Uh... wait a minute."

The agent who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke, "Alex? Right?"

"Yes." Song Ya nodded.

"Just now Tony said you're a trumpet player, and you're using a saxophone and a drum set for this score? Why don't you...why don't you play a trumpet instead of a saxophone for us to hear? Right here, we have a trumpet , the drum set..." He thought about it for a while, then snapped his fingers at the AK, "Go to the room and bring the trumpet and the djembe."