Chapter 20 First Week

Early the next morning, Connie drove a Ford pickup on the way to school.

Emily sat in the co-pilot, Song Ya lay in the back seat to catch up on sleep, as for Tony, he hasn't been to school since leaving the football team.

On the radio, the well-known Chicago DJ 'Big A' is eating melons from the gangster rap group N.W.A's infighting with the host. It is the morning rush hour for work, and this radio program has a high audience rating.

"So, 'Big A', which side are you rooting for? Eazy-E or Ice Cube," the host asked.

"Of course I'm on Eazy-E's side." 'Big A' stated his position firmly.

The host asked: "What is the reason?"

"Because I am 'Big A' and he is 'Big E', hahahaha..." 'Big A' threw out a very cold stalk, and then laughed wildly.

"Uh..." The host couldn't take it any longer and was silent.

"Okay okay stop joking, it's simple, what can I say about a guy like Cooper?" 'Big A' suddenly became serious, "According to the undoubted revelations, his parents are in (UC Don't you think it's ironic for a well-to-do kid to wear a floral hood and sing gangsta rap on behalf of 'Street Guy'? Like... like margarine isn't real butter , To put it simply, he is a fake."

"But according to the revelations, it seems that 'Big E' embezzled Cooper's money for real." The host Zhiqu took the opposite position, "Cooper wrote half of the lyrics for the best-selling album, but only got a small part of the proceeds... ..."

"What can a child from such a middle-class family turn against? Money."

'Big A' expressed disdain, "Cooper is a typical commercial singer, his purpose is to make money, his departure is a good thing for NWA, the rest are real brothers, pure gangster music, dare to shout With a note..."

"Okay, NWA's gossip is here for the time being, let's enter a commercial." The host hurriedly interrupted 'Big A', the song where NWA scolded the police is a taboo on many radio programs, he I don't want to lose my job.

Radio studio.

"You scared me to death, take it easy later, or I won't send you an announcement in the future." Taking advantage of the commercial time, the host warned 'Big A'.

"My fault."

'Big A' admits that he came to record the show to get money to eat, "What's the content of the next episode?"

"Little Lowry's new album hit song."

The host took out the cassette box and handed it to 'Big A', "Say more good things later, you understand." He knocked on the box.

"I've never heard who Little Lowry is."

'Big A' took the cassette box, found the logo of Old Joe Music on the cover, and remembered, "Old Joe is still promoting this bitch?" He opened the box, took out a small stack of rice knives inside and counted Stuffed it into the pocket of his trousers, "He is really willing to spend his money, what will he give you?"

"The countdown to the end of the advertisement, 10, 9..." The radio staff's prompt came through the earphones.

"Same as you." The host was worried and reminded again, "Stop talking nonsense."

"Don't worry." 'Big A' patted his pocket, "I'm good at handling things with money."

"Okay, welcome back, next is a new song from Lowry II, Thrift Shop!" The host began to tout professionally, "We have promoted a new song by Lowry not long ago, Chicago Music The critics gave very high evaluations, and agreed that his future is very promising, and his first album of the same name will soon be released in major audio-visual stores, listeners who want to buy it can pay attention..."

The rhythmic drums and sax sounded, and the host shut up at the right time.

The song of more than three minutes was played quickly.

"'Big A', give me some advice.

"The host kicked the sluggish 'Big A', "How do you comment on this song?" "

"I fucking blew it!"

'Big A' started to be high again.

The time was just right, and when she arrived at school, Connie stopped the car, "Are you going to be a big shot?" He turned to Song Ya and asked.

"Why do you ask that?" Song Ya just woke up.

"That song of yours on the radio was rated very highly," Connie replied.

"That's not my song, that's Little Lowry's song." Song Ya corrected Connie, "I reminded you, at school, don't get me involved with this song, I just want to have an Ann Quiet learning environment. And don’t believe a word of the radio DJ, they are doing things for money.”

"But..." Connie tilted her head and thought for a while, feeling a pity, "My poor brother, if you can let those girls know that you wrote songs for little Lowry, believe me, you can say goodbye to being single immediately."

"What's so pitiful about being single, I'm only fifteen years old, and it's a good time to concentrate on studying..."

Song Ya flicked her schoolbag and strode into the classroom.

This high school also has a good side. For example, no one cares about the absence for ten days and a half. His little transparency, he put his energy on his studies again.

He frantically pursued the progress of mathematics, made up for English and speeches, and then in the rehearsal class of the orchestra, he successfully regained the chief trumpeter of the orchestra through a trumpet playing. Some time ago, he participated in the recording intensively, and Lao Qiao recruited some powerful musicians from the second-hand store for the recording. After hearing about it every day, the original sense of music of this body has finally recovered almost.

There is only one sports problem left, and Song Ya also began to consciously strengthen her physical exercise.

Indulging in studies and not knowing the sun and the moon, the world has passed quietly for a week...

Over the weekend, Tony came home for the first time after following Lowry Jr. on a publicity campaign in Illinois.

"The sales volume is good, 5,000 copies in the first week, the store is already urging for replenishment, 10,000 more cassettes have been printed, and Old Joe has also started to contact the CD factory." Tony was very excited. Judging from his feedback after a week of 'employment', Life is pretty good, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, "Yesterday we played a show at the underground nightclub opposite Old Joe Music, the girls were pretty crazy, if it weren't for me and 'Muffler'..." He opened his arms , made the iconic interception action of a star bodyguard, "Little Lowry almost couldn't get out."

"Ahem." Song Yachao, who was cooking, mumbled, reminding Tony to pay attention to other people's feelings.

Al has been eating and drinking at his house until now, and has never worked in a restaurant again. If it wasn't for his cooking skills, Aunt Susie would have wanted to drive her away.

"What do you say? Al, come back with me, the next step is to go out of Illinois to run publicity, manpower is tight." Tony came with a mission, "Pablo asked me to talk to you, he is still you Your agent will take care of you."

"Is he afraid that my nonsense will spoil little Lowry's bright future?"

Al shook the pot, and replied calmly, "I should have had my share of all of this."

"Don't you still have a share now?" Tony was unhappy, "You have to face reality."

"The reality is I got kicked out like a dog."

"Uh... Al." Song Ya decided to fool this guy anyway. Playing games late at night every day is too worrying and affects his study status. The share that can be obtained from record sales is quite small, and the bulk is future performance fees, concert income, appearance fees, etc. As long as you go back, as long as you still have your voice in Little Lowry’s album, you will be indispensable when you perform on stage Without you, you have a share of those incomes, so it's a pity to give up like this."

"It should have been a large portion." Al was still struggling with this.

"What the hell are you talking about now?" Tony couldn't help but explode.

"A small portion is a lot of money." Song Ya persuaded.

Al stopped talking, dropped the pan, went upstairs and closed the door.

"This guy! He really thinks this is his home!" Tony said helplessly.

Al didn't go back with Tony after all.

At night, Song Ya faintly heard someone crying in his sleep. He got up and stretched out his head to look at the lower bunk. Al hugged the quilt, "I can't stand it, I can't stand it..." His tears flowed, "I am NGer who grew up in Nancheng, I can't stand these guys who are full of business and lies. I can't stand the thought of going back and pretending to be nothing to get along with them... I'm afraid that one day I'll be impulsive and take a gun and kill them all It's..."