Chapter 200 Game of Thrones

New York, Sony Columbia Records headquarters building.

"This version works well, and after a few more days of polishing, I think it should be fine." Walter said to everyone present after a certain studio version of I hate u i love u was played.

"Uh, just this version, I'm very satisfied."

Song Ya, who had been silent all this time, spoke suddenly, and several other people in the recording studio looked at him in surprise, "Are you sure? I feel a little flawed." Walter said: "For example, in Fergie's part, there is a sentence at the end of the lyrics A little broken..."

"The broken sound can just bring out the girl's sadness, and make the emotional expression more real." Song Ya looked at the pianist, "What do you think?"

The pianist shrugged. He played the part perfectly in this version, and he would not comment on other things.

"But didn't you say before that you don't even want to bring your crying voice?" Fergie was very concerned about her first single in her life, and it was likely to be a hit. She held Song Ya's clothes and shook her hand She acted like a baby, "Honey, do you want to give me a few more days?"

"I changed my mind, and I'm not in a good state, so it's useless to record for a few more days." Song Ya explained to her.

"Indeed, you've been a little restless recently." Walt asked with concern, "Did anything happen during the two days you left?"

"No, just use this version to make a single, I've decided, I like this version very much."

He pinched Fergie's face, "Hey, you've done a good job, and that broken sound is even more flavorful."

"Really?" Fergie never questioned his musical talent, but happily jumped up and put her arms around his neck, "Our first song! Is it finally going to be released?" The girl hung on him, excited Constantly asking for kisses.

The two of them are fine, and the other paid part-time staff in the recording studio will naturally not be troublesome, so this matter is settled.

"Then I'll send the master tape to the factory right away, and let the publicity department start the production of the MV? I heard that Mira's first album is about to be released. It will be very topical for you two to release songs together. In fact, it's good for both parties. It's a good thing." Walter said frankly.

Song Ya was about to reply with a wry smile when the door of the recording studio was pushed open and Goodman came in with his head, "APLUS."

Song Ya's face instantly became extremely serious, and he put Fergie down, "Walter,

Take care of her for me. "Then he took off the comfortable casual clothes he wore during recording, took out the prepared suit jacket and put it on, and walked out of the recording studio calmly.

"They're downstairs." Goodman and Hayden led him downstairs, and several accountants from Yongdao, headed by Samuel, were greeting the Columbia Records lawyer who was in charge of signing Song Ya for the first time in the lobby. "Last time at a Theta Chi (8th and 22nd Greek word) fraternity gathering..."

It seems that the two belong to the same fraternity. In the United States, this kind of relationship is considered iron.

Hamlin, Yeremov, Taraji and even Donovan who came all the way accompanied him.

"APLUS..." The lawyer was less enthusiastic about Song Ya, "Is it necessary?" His tone was not kind.

"Take easy, I changed to an accounting firm, just a normal handover." Song Ya smiled at him.

The other party sneered, "Mr. Motura is in the big conference room, let's go there." He turned and led the way, "APLUS?" After walking a few steps, Song Ya was still in a daze, "Why? Can't move anymore? ?”

The dazzling light ball, the metal ring engraved with the evil western dragon, and the low and sonorous sound of the cello rang in Song Ya's ears.

"Let's lead your way." Song Ya replied bluntly, then turned and followed his pace.

The group of people stopped talking, only the chaotic kicking sound of pairs of leather shoes colliding with the marble floor.

A female staff member was already waiting at the elevator entrance, blocking the elevator door and waiting for them.

Everyone filed in.

The apocalypse this time turned out to be the first pure music. Similarly, it perfectly fits Song Ya's fighting spirit hidden under the calm appearance. The metal rings surrounding the light ball disappeared in the left half of the screen, and an island map appeared in the In Song Ya's mind.

The lawyer of Columbia Records vented his temper on the door close button of the elevator. He pressed it first and felt no response, and then poked it hard a few times.

"Is there a traffic jam on the road?" The elevator door closed slowly. It was already very crowded with so many people, and Goodman had nothing to say.

"Okay." Samuel smiled.

'Ding', on the middle floor, the elevator stopped, the door opened, and a group of men and women were waiting outside.

"Go wait for the next shift!" the Columbia Records lawyer yelled curtly, continuing to slam the door shut button.

A building block city marked King's Landing slowly rises from the horizon, and in the center of the picture is a deer with beautiful long horns.

'Ding! '

The floor where the large conference room was located arrived, and the Columbia Records lawyer was the first to go out.

Song Ya and others followed him closely, and the staff passing by on the floor rushed to the wall one after another, as if they were afraid of being knocked down by this huge and determined team, and then stepped on themselves.

The camera moves up to a city with a wolf's head and a giant white tree, which is Winterfell.

Outside the large conference room, through the glass, Song Ya and Motura, who was sitting in the middle of the long conference table, intertwined their eyes.

The ball of light reappeared, and on the metal ring, the deer topped the dragon.

"Hey, Samuel, long time no see." Motura also had a little friendship with Samuel. He stood up and took the initiative to meet him, "Is it going well from Chicago?"

"Everything is going well. It's nice to see you again, Mr. Motura." Samuel shook hands with him warmly.

"Donovan." Motura passed Song Ya and shook hands with Donovan behind him.

In the north of Winterfell, a high white wall stretches between the ice fields.

"What are you up to now? How is the preparation of MJ's album going?" Donovan casually picked up some topic to chat.

"Everyone asks me, I have an answer, wait and see! Haha."

Motura smiled and introduced the two parties. On the other side of the conference table, there were quite a few people sitting at Sony Columbia Records.

Song Ya didn't care about his deliberate coldness, and quietly watched the people on both sides shake hands and get to know each other.

The scene was moved to a certain city on the east side of the island.

"Okay, sit down, everyone's time is precious." Motura raised his hand towards the conference table, "We won't talk for a long time, right? Samuel."

Everyone sat down one after another, "Yes, today is just some early-stage communication." Samuel also went to sit down.

Now, only Song Ya and Motura are left.

With his back to the conference table, Motura stopped half of his body in front of Song Ya, leaned his head slightly forward, and whispered in Song Ya's ear: "I will destroy you, BOY."

"Don't get excited, Mr. Motura... business is business, and it's just business."

It was Song Ya's turn to say this to him, "After this business is over, I think I will have plenty of time to mend my relationship with you, won't I?"

Motura raised his eyebrows and didn't respond, he turned around and sat back in his seat.

Song Ya smiled at the people who were watching her, and walked towards the only empty seat at the table.

Above the ring, the deer is crowned, the lion and the wolf are dormant around, the picture and progressive music gradually come to an end, it should be a few English letters of the song title: Game of Thrones...

"Game of Thrones?" Song Ya observed that Motura opened his mouth and was about to announce the start of the meeting.

"OK, let's start now." He deliberately rushed in front of the other party.