Chapter 12 Pablo

Song Ya played the trumpet, and Little Lowry played the African drum and sang, and the two cooperated to roughly pass the whole song.

After listening to the manager, he tilted his head and looked at Song Ya, "Are you really the main trumpet player in your school?"

"Uh, yes, it used to be." Song Ya hurriedly took out the excuse she made up, "Because I suddenly lost interest in music some time ago and neglected to practice, so I regressed a lot, and I... I was very nervous just now."

"Yeah, he's distracted, he's stupid to focus on school or something, A+ in math, so we call him APLUS, hahaha..." Tony helped explain.

"Isn't that reasonable? The song is so well completed, don't you..." The manager suddenly stopped talking halfway, took out the cigarette holder, and stuffed it with a mouthless camel, "Forget it, don't worry about these trivial things now, I Just think of you as a genius."

"Yeah, Alex, did you hear what he said? You're a genius, so you're a fucking genius..."

"Shut up, Tony."

The manager told Tony to shut up, lit a cigarette and took a puff, "Have you already filed the lyrics and music?"

"Yes, the words, the song, and this demo." Song Ya could feel the other party's hesitation. Little Lowry had actually hinted that AK had come forward to refuse the cooperation just now. If the agent continued to hold a negative attitude, then this road would be ruined. Completely broken.

But thinking about it the other way around, Song Ya wasn't too worried. After all, he was the one who had a good song in his hand, and the other party was the one who was eager to grab the last straw. As long as you guard the rear of copyright, making money in the capital society of the United States is just the difference between early and late, more or less. As long as the other party is sensitive enough, it is not difficult to see the opportunities here.

Little Lowry was completely empty, his eyes wandered on the ceiling, his legs dangled casually, and his face looked like it was none of my business.

"I'm here to save you, little Lowry!"

Song Ya shouted in his heart, he was already very sure that Little Lowry was still being kept in the dark by his agent and music company boss.

"Well, let's go to the company first."

The agent snuffed out the cigarette with his thumb and forefinger, "AK, you go and get my car out." He kicked Lowry's leg again and shouted, "Move, move! Let's go!"

'Muffler' patted Song Ya on the shoulder, "Cool!"

Tony was as happy as a child weighing hundreds of pounds, jumped up and high-fived little Lori and AK, and then went downstairs with his arms around Song Ya, "I knew you could do it!" he shouted loudly.

When I got downstairs, I pulled Song Ya away, and whispered again, "Did I talk a little too much up there just now, and it didn't help, right?"

This elder brother is indeed a rough and fine person, and he is very good at taking advantage of this. For example, in the last shooting incident on the basketball court, he later said that those who play on that basketball court are usually children from nearby families and education. That's why he dared to do this. If he changed the conflict location to a slum, he would definitely not be so stupid as to fight hard with others.

But he really lacked a gatekeeper.

"Nope..." Song Ya smiled wryly, "Isn't it all due to your relationship with Little Lori?"

"Yeah!" Tony liked it very much, "You are all my brothers, brothers should help each other like this..."

Lowry Jr. and his agent went downstairs at the end. It could be seen that the two had a quarrel just now. Lowry Jr. angrily opened the door of the Toyota car with the 'muffler' and sat in it.

"you!"

The agent ignored him, but snapped his fingers at Song Ya, and then pointed to the Volvo 760 that AK just drove.

"Kick up his ass," Tony reminded.

"Don't worry." Song Ya separated from him and sat in the front seat of Volvo.

"A luxury car just doesn't feel the same."

The butt was rubbed on the comfortable leather seat, Song Ya thought: "In the future, when we develop, we will get a Volvo to drive, and we can also support domestic products by the way. Huh? There seems to be something wrong..."

"Do you have an agent?" The agent in the back seat cut to the chase.

"No. Uh... I have no experience in this area." Song Ya replied truthfully.

"Really?"

The agent was a little unconvinced, "Who taught you the knowledge of record filing?"

"I asked a lawyer for advice, and he gave advice." Song Ya observed that the agent, Little Lowry, was about fifty years old, with a little Mexican ancestry in appearance, simple and decisive in acting, stylish, car-looking, and economic strength It should be good, just bossing people around and having a strong desire to control.

However, as long as the agent can bring help to his income and career, his personality and everything are trivial, and he is Little Lowry's agent, and it seems that he also belongs to Al. I don't have a manager and I have no way out, so why not just...

"Uh...you..." Song Ya broke her mouth decisively after thinking clearly about her interests.

"Pablo."

"Okay, Mr. Pablo, can you be my agent?" he asked.

The two glanced at each other in the rearview mirror.

"There is no problem in principle, but before I become your agent, there is one thing I want to make clear to you, about copyright." Pablo said, "It's okay for the music to belong to you, but it's best for the lyrics to be owned by you." Little Lowry."

"Why?" Song Ya was surprised.

"The lawyer you are looking for doesn't know much about the rap industry. Whether it's the old-fashioned style before or the politics and gangsters later, rappers are either expressing themselves or expressing their opinions on various issues. Early rappers came from the bottom and had no financial means. Many of the well-made accompaniments are made casually or simply sampled other people’s music, so it’s no problem to own the music. But think about it, if the content expressed by the rapper is not his own, then it’s not all the same whoever sings it ?Anyway, this line of work doesn’t require high-pitched voices or great vocal skills. To be honest, the threshold is not high. Let’s not say what you want to say and sing what you want to sing. Rappers who can't hold their heads up will be ostracized and ridiculed by the whole circle."

Pablo said, "And the lyrics of your song have to be changed."

"Uh...uh..."

Song Ya's upper lip touched his lower lip, and he hesitated to speak several times. He never thought that there would be such a problem before, but he knew very well that once the copyright of the words was lost, the rights that should be shared in the future must be gone?

"You think about it carefully."

Pablo stopped pressuring and grabbed a Motorola brick and started calling, "Hey old man! I need your saxophone...right now...should be a big deal...OK, we've got a deal?... ...Okay, I'll be downstairs at your house in ten minutes."

"Go to old Morgan's house." After calling, he said to AK.

Ten minutes later, I received an old black man with a musical instrument case and dressed in the style of the 1960s and 1970s.

"Wow wow wow, dressed like this, old guy, where are you going?" Pablo playfully tugged at the bright pocket square on the other's chest.

"No... Didn't you say you have a big business?" The old man's eyes widened, "Don't play with me, kid! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't go out so late."

"It's to Old Joe's. What do you think I will arrange for you? Restaurant accompaniment? Can your old bones do it?"

"I have a lot of opportunities to perform! Now every venue is asking for someone who can play the saxophone."

"I know, I know, y'all have to thank Carrie King, you see, kids these days are composing music with a lot of saxophone accompaniment."

"Fuck Kerrikin, I don't thank him, my skills are 10,000 times better than his."

"Really? I've seen you play his tunes. At that time, I felt that you were almost out of breath. I was really afraid that you would lie down on the spot."

"Fuck you, I'm talking about skills!"

Pablo and old Morgan exchanged a few words, and he was a completely different face in front of his old friends.

Arriving at the destination soon, AK parked the car, Song Ya got out of the car, looked up and saw a tall signboard "Old Joe Music Company", the neon tube was very dim, and a few letters were no longer lit.