Chapter 260 Deep Sea

The sleepless night passed quickly, and the sun slipped in through the cracks in the curtains.

"I only have this..."

After the harmonious morning exercise, Mariah Carey brought in a bag of biscuits from outside, turned on the TV, then climbed into bed, got into Song Ya's arms, and rested her head on his chest comfortably.

'The 34th Grammy Awards were announced yesterday. The daughter of the late singer won the album of the year, the album of the year and the best traditional pop vocal album as the biggest winner. Best Newcomer Award...'

CBS Morning News was broadcasting a briefing, "Is it okay for me to stay here all the time? Where are your assistants and bodyguards?" Song Ya kissed her on the forehead, took the biscuit bag and opened it, which contained various animal shapes The small biscuits were a bit exhausting, so he grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing until they crackled.

"It's a holiday, I said I'm too tired recently, I want to rest at home for a day, not going anywhere..."

Mariah Carey lazily pressed the remote control, changing channels.

"APLUS was still staring at Mira affectionately when he took the stage to accept the award. The old relationship between the two is still there?" The narration of a small New York cable station made her suddenly refreshed and sat up straight.

The TV screen was frozen at the time when she was reading her acceptance speech, and the camera behind Mira's side caught Song Ya's gaze.

She turned her head, her big eyes stared over, "cough cough." Song Ya almost choked, and the big mouthful of biscuits in her mouth sprayed all over the bed sheet, "These TV stations really have no morals, I At that time, under the scanning platform, the scene captured by them was taken out of context."

The unscrupulous media's virtue, Mariah Carey, naturally knew it well, so she pouted and didn't pursue it further, "You shouldn't take your eyes off me."

"Yes, yes, if I really don't look away, then the news will be big."

Song Ya got out of bed and took the initiative to clean up the biscuit crumbs and other debris, "Go over there." He pushed the other party.

"I really have no strength at all." She lay down again, lying on the bed like a child.

"Get up." Song Ya simply picked her up and 'threw' her to the other side of the bed.

"Haha!" She laughed loudly, "You hate it!" She picked up a pillow and threw it at her.

The two quarreled with pillows for a while, and Song Ya figured it was time to go, and went to the bathroom to clean up the burnt candles on the bathtub shelf, a pair of wine glasses with red wine still left, and the messy towels and bathrobes. Then I mopped up the water all over the floor, and when I felt that there were no traces, I stopped when I was satisfied.

Looking back, Mariah Carey leaned against the bathroom door at some point, "Wow, what a man." She smiled and applauded.

"Hmph, of course, Girl, you're the one I want to want me..." He hummed and hugged her, and the two kissed together.

After some more tossing, Song Ya gently covered her with a quilt, glued her beard, put on a full set of camouflage, and slipped out of the gate. This kind of rough makeup during the day is easier to see through, but it doesn't matter, bow your head and go At two intersections, Old Mike was already waiting on the side of the road in an unremarkable old car.

"Don't keep your head down when you walk, and don't look around frequently."

Old Mike started the car, "Don't look around frequently with your head down, it will look too sneaky, and with your skin color, in this rich area, the police have a high probability of finding an excuse to arrest you .”

"I see, thank you Mike."

There is a clear distinction between communities in the United States. Rich areas and even good communities have sufficient police force and high vigilance. The way I walked just now must have nothing to do with crime, but the reality is that I may indeed put myself at risk.

He took the newspaper bought by Old Mike casually. This guy likes to read social news, "Dinkins doesn't seem to have lowered the crime rate in New York?"

"Who knows." Old Mike replied.

"Huh?" He saw a news article, Senator Gore announced that he would not participate in the Donkey Party primary election.

"Uh, I wanted to talk about donating some money to him." He continued to watch, except for Gore, some big donkey gangsters who were very vocal also flinched.

"It seems like the party has stabilized."

He shook his head and took his thoughts away from politics. Last night, the apocalypse played 'Want to Want Me', which was sung by the same singer as Trumpets (trumpet) last night. ...Brother, I'm sorry." He silently apologized to the original male singer with a very good figure.

The style of this song is also similar to the trumpet, but it is more difficult to sing. The male singer has a few endings that are very thin, "so high, so high... cough cough." Song Ya tried it casually, as if reluctantly Yes, after all, his singing skills have been improving, and he has an advantage in singing this shrill voice at his age.

Asked for a mobile phone from old Mike, called Delay, "How is the decoration? Is the small recording studio ready for use?"

"Okay." DeLay replied, "What about Dion Wilson and CommonSense? You said you'd see them after the Grammys."

"Are they waiting?" Song Ya asked.

"They seem to hang on to other companies and wait until after talking with you to make a decision, but it won't take too long." DeLay replied.

"All right, I'll see them when I get back."

The Grammy awards are over, and the rest are some unimportant awards. Song Ya's busyness in the awards season has basically come to an end. There are a few things to do in the future: one is to decide whether to sign CommonSense, and the other is to record BeautifulGirls and The studio version of WanttoWantMe was completed, and then I returned to New York in early March to help Mariah Carey rehearse the pure female version of Empire State&nbind at the MTV unplugged concert. On the 10th, I went to Los Angeles to participate in the Soul Train Music Festival held in the Holy Auditorium. At the same time, A+ Records, A+ Audio and Big A Radio officially entered the new office building.

There is still one short of the last ten songs, and he can't wait.

"Mimi, I'm back in Chicago, see you in the recording studio in a few days?"

He simply chose to go back to Chicago first, and he always felt uncomfortable when those things were uncertain.

"Hello."

Accompanied by Delay and Al, I met Dion Wilson and CommonSense in the company's new building. They are both black. Dion Wilson was taught to be short and stocky. Song Ya saw him and remembered that he was indeed at the party at his home. I've seen him here, his demeanor is no different from ordinary small and medium-sized DJs in Chicago, while CommonSense is taller and thinner, and his conversation is indeed well-educated, but both of them are still dressed on the street.

"Hey, APLUS, congratulations on winning the Grammy Award for Single of the Year, we admire you a lot."

Dion Wilson got close.

The two parties chatted about the contract while visiting the new building, "Thank you, do you have any doubts about my terms?" Song Ya asked.

"There's nothing wrong with me, the key is him." Dion Wilson pointed to CommonSense.

"I still want to retain certain production rights, and I heard that your company is completely independent? Just signed a distribution agreement with Sony Columbia Records, so that the other party will fully help the distribution?" CommonSense asked two questions.

"Don't you have an agent?" Song Ya asked back, "I don't think you brought anyone here."

"Yes, but I think it's better to come and negotiate with you first." Although CommonSense is a rapper, his style is more like Quincy Jones, BABYFACE and other old-school black musicians. Although it is indeed a bit arrogant, Song Ya feels that Cooperation with such a person should be a lot more reassuring.

"Is such that……"

Song Ya stopped in the completed No. 1 recording studio, "As a small record company, I don't want to sign too complicated contracts with its singers, including the sharing of production rights. Then the release of Sony Columbia Records... Indeed, I can't guarantee that I will get better distribution resources than Sony Columbia Records' label, but it will not be bad. You have also seen that I won the Grammy Awards yesterday, and they still support me enough. .”

His words were basically false, but it was enough to fool the two people in front of him, "I can increase the signing bonus to 700,000."

The two looked at each other, "Well, I'll go back and discuss it with my agent." CommonSense concealed its tendency well.

"Can."

The group continued to visit and walked to the unfinished large recording studio. All the sound-absorbing materials on the wall had been painted in the dark blue of the sea according to Song Ya's idea. The high-priced design studio took advantage of the opportunity to make the entire recording studio It became a minimalist style, and the recording studio with a large area was very empty. A microphone was suspended from the ceiling, and there were no extra microphone stands or the like.

"Wow, cool, it's a nice place."

Dion Wilson seemed to like the design of this recording studio, "Did you name this recording studio? APLUS."

"Of course, it's called the deep sea."