Chapter 16 Contract

William Morris sent a white man named Hayden, about forty years old, with an ordinary appearance. According to him, he used to be a middle-level manager of a car sales company in Detroit, and he had only been a broker for less than three years. He also really "cared" about the car. When signing the contract, he would go to the window every once in a while and look at his Dodge Dynasty parked downstairs at Old Joe Music. Every black boy passing by the car would let him Frightened.

"Yeah, let's have a toast to this!"

Old Qiao was very satisfied. Song Ya didn't intend to take advantage of this juncture to rip him off. Of course, most of the reasons were because Song Ya didn't dare and didn't need to. The conditions offered were basically not much different from the standard transfer contract.

"I wish the new album a big sale."

Pablo can also accept it. Little Lowry's name appears in the lyricist column, alongside Song Ya, but it is only used for external publicity. In the lyrics part of the contract, Little Lowry's actual rights are only half of Song Ya's. Of course, half of it is not too much, and that is a copyright that can benefit for a lifetime.

In this contract, the songwriters each account for about 6% of the revenue of the second-hand store, the lyrics Xiao Luo Rui 2%, Song Ya 4%, plus 6% of the music, exactly 10% . If it is an album, then the income is equal to that of other songs. Taking the ten songs of the album as an example, multiplying ten percent by one tenth, Song Ya can get exactly one percent of the album's money. This ratio It has nothing to do with profit or anything. If an album cassette is sold for five dollars, Song Ya can get five cents.

Don't look at the sales of one million copies of the album to bring Song Ya 50,000 dollars in income. The bulk of it will be in the singles in the future. For singles, there is no need to share the income with other songs. 10% is a real 100% Ten, and single discs are generally vinyl records and mini CDs, but the price is higher than the popular cassettes now.

"Hey." Song Ya raised her glass and took the initiative to show her favor to Little Lowry.

The deal is done, little Lowry is not in a mood now, and it may be that Pablo had a showdown with him, which made him understand himself more clearly, "Cheers!" He drank it first. The relationship between the two will be subtle in the future, but everyone knows in their hearts that it is far from the time to calculate those.

"Cheers." Hayden, who has been in sales for half his life, said, "I wish the new album a great sale."

"cheers."

The wine in the glass was Remy Martin XO from Lao Qiao's collection. Song Ya tasted it first. People in the south of China seem to like this too. He finished it in one gulp and felt very good.

The few people present didn't think there was anything wrong with underage drinking. After a round of drinking, Hayden and Pablo prepared two more contracts, which still had to be signed.

The first is the transfer fee. Song Ya transferred one-third of the copyright of the lyrics to Little Lowry. The price was 2,500 dollars. This figure was estimated based on the sales of 50,000 albums and 10,000 singles. Hayden was not satisfied. He wanted to fight for it again, but Song Ya let him forget it, just treat it as the tuition fee he paid for entering the industry.

The next step is the non-disclosure agreement for the previous contract, commonly known as the hush money, which is another 2,500 knives. In the future, on any occasion, Little Lowry can claim that he has completed the rap part of the second-hand store song, and Song Ya Just the refrain writer, Song Ya must fully support this statement. As for the liquidated damages, it's just a meaningless number. Little Lowry will not take the initiative to tell the truth, and if he repents...

Then it is impossible to just take money and settle things.

Pablo took out five neat stacks of twenty knives and threw them in front of Hayden for him to count them.

Song Ya remembered Goldman's instructions, and secretly reminded herself that even if it is cash income, one must not forget to pay taxes. The US tax season in April is coming soon, and this matter must not be forgotten.

After everything was done, Song Ya paid Hayden what he deserved, and then sent him downstairs to leave. "You are mainly concerned with two things now, keeping an eye on the progress of the copyright application, and helping me join the Composers Association as soon as possible." Before Hayden's Dodge Dynasty, he instructed.

"I'll be watching.

"

After driving twice to Nancheng and re-examining a few contracts, you can get it for 500 knives, and you can continue to share 10% of Song Ya's royalties for the next year, which is no different from picking up money, although you have to pay it to William Morris is a part, but Hayden is still in a good mood now, "No problem." He agreed, "But I suggest you join BMI (Broadcast Music Institute), the cost is higher, but BMI's customers and your song audience The intersection is bigger, you know, radio."

"I understand, you can figure it out."

The two had had a good chat before. Song Ya felt that she could recognize each other's professionalism, so she took him and Aunt Susie to Goldman's law firm and signed the first economic contract after crossing. Goldman checks out.

"What else, do you want me to help you find some more opportunities?" Hayden offered, "Many young singers need lyrics and music, and I even have a way for some commercial advertisements, as long as you can write them."

"never mind."

Song Ya didn't write if he could write it. There was no 'Apocalypse' plug-in. He knew how much he weighed. "Go away, it's not safe for white people to stay here for a long time." He reminded.

"Uh……"

Hayden turned his head to look at the darkness at the entrance of the underground nightclub opposite, "Then I'm leaving, call me, goodbye." He quickly started the car and disappeared with a whoosh.

Back upstairs, except for the recording studio, there are people everywhere, and most of them are girlfriends, companions and other insignificant people brought by a certain musician. Tony even brought his ex-girlfriend over, and the two were shrinking. In the corner, you and me, the musicians who joined one after another collapsed on the sofa in the control room, watching the drummer inside audition over and over again, and the tuner Eric was the one who really worked the whole process. He only slept for a few hours that day, and he was so tired that Song Ya felt that he might die from overwork at any time.

The air is very stuffy, and still a mixture of perfume, leaves, alcohol, tobacco and strong body odor, but maybe that's the norm in the music industry, and everything can be partyed. Even the boss, Old Qiao, didn't care. He was holding a wine glass, surrounded by girls brought by several musicians, and he was beaming and talking, with a look of joy on his face.

"Well, maybe it's because I'm the only outsider here."

Song Ya felt a sense of loneliness in such a lively environment, and the soul of the Hua people made him completely unable to blend in.

Remembering that I haven't been to school for several days, the master plan is worrying, and I don't know how and when the next "Apocalypse" will be triggered, and I can't help but feel depressed. Fortunately, the 4,500 dollars in cash in my pocket can Give him great comfort.

"After crossing the first bucket of gold, what should I do?"

He thought about it. He didn’t have the memory of his previous life, so don’t think about prophetic investment. In the United States, it’s too inconvenient to not have a car at home, so he went to find Tony, “Hey, accompany me to the second-hand car market tomorrow.”