Chicago 1990

"Don't blame me for not warning you, Alex, as long as Lori disagrees, as long as he says no, then all will stop here, you must not harass him anymore, why are you going with this broken song?"

The next day, on the driving Toyota Eagle, Tony took out the cassette after listening to the demo and threw it back to Song Ya.

"Okay, it's a big deal, I figured out how to make a single by myself."

This is the downside of first confessing to Tony, Song Ya originally intended to win more, but now he is regarded as a speculator.Of course, it’s an irritating thing to say that you’re making a single. In this era, if you want to make a single debut, you have to walk a very tortuous and difficult road. Just want to get the strong push of DJs from all over the music radio stations, network, background and financial resources One of the requirements is that not to mention the excellent quality of the music itself, the singer's ability to drill camp must be full.

"Cool."

The word'silencer' popped out and parked the car outside the office building, where the Chicago Office of the Composers Association was inside.

"So expensive..."

Song Ya bared his teeth at the price on the coin-operated timer next to the car, stuffed a few steel trowels in, and couldn't help complaining: "I just said that I'll come here alone."

"That won't work, I have to take you seriously now."

Stepping into the building, Tony looked around and exclaimed, "It's really white here!"

Indeed, the urban elite area is almost entirely white. This is the real Chicago. It is the world's top academic, art, legal, financial, business, press and publishing center, and the home of skyscrapers.White-collar men and women in high-end suits and professional suits are walking in a hurry. The pace of life is completely different from Nancheng.

Walking to the elevator door, a young white woman waiting there saw them three, immediately stood a few steps away subconsciously, changed her bag on another shoulder, and moved from the side of them to the far side.

"NAZI!" Tony whispered.

The elevator door opened and the three of them entered. The woman stayed in place, staring at her toes with her head down and pretending to be there, as if there was a flower there.

Song Ya felt that Tony's anger could no longer be suppressed, and hurriedly pressed the elevator door.

"Look! It's the last ten years of the 20th century, and the white people still have this virtue! They assassinated Dr. King and sealed off the 51st district..." Tony started talking about racial discrimination and white conspiracy theories. thing.

Song Ya is also used to it now. At this time, his brain will automatically filter out Tony's voice. He now has a goal to maximize the power of the plug-in and improve his life as soon as possible.

The filing procedures are very simple, pay money, leave your name and contact information, put the cassette and score into the portfolio provided by the Composers Guild, and work together.Song Ya and the staff reconfirmed that the information provided by Goldman was accurate and correct. Although this type of filing has nothing to do with copyright, the time and content of the filing is very strong evidence and can provide him with a lot of evidence when filing copyright attribution lawsuits. Good protection.

"It looks like you are really playing..."

Staring at Song Ya methodically through the filing process, Tony's suspicion disappeared a lot.

"Nonsense, the money Aunt Susie gave is almost spent by me." Song Ya complained.

The three of them came out, the'silencer' started the car and drove directly downstairs to Little Lowry's house.

Although Little Lori is playing rap, he is not a kid in a slum. The high-rise apartment he lives in is a bit older, and has everything from access control to property managers.

The three were put upstairs, and AK was waiting at the door early, and after the usual black greetings, they greeted everyone in the door.

The living room is very large with classic style carpets.

Little Lori lay lazily on the sofa, holding a guitar in her arms, obviously unhappy, "Hey, APLUS! Come on! Let us see your music!" He beckoned to Song Ya with Exclaimed in a playful tone.

"Uh, good."

Song Ya took out the demo cassette and score from his bag, and the AK next to him took it with a smile, "Sit down." He pointed to the sofa, turned around and threw the score to Little Lori, and took the cassette and inserted it into the dual-card recorder.

"Hey." Tony didn't seem to feel the embarrassment in the air. He rushed over to sit next to Little Lori, stretched out his fist, and smiled affectionately: "Thank you for giving Yali this opportunity, brother."

Little Lori smiled helplessly, fisted him, didn't speak, and just snarled at the tape recorder.

His dual-card recorder is the style that blacks like to carry on their shoulders to the stadium or partying. After a murmur, Song Ya's innocent sings. The second-hand store song is not long, and more than three minutes will pass quickly. , And then only the slight noise of the tape idling.

AK turned off the recording.

Tony stared nervously at Little Lori's face.

Song Ya's attention was all on the other person, Lori's agent, he walked out of the room just after the song was played, stood in the corner, with his arms around his chest, listening very carefully.This is something he asked Tony to do. He promised Tony that if Little Lori said'no', he would turn around and leave, but in exchange, Little Lori's agent must be present.Little Lori might be kept in the dark because the new album is almost certain to fail, and the agent who shouted "We're done" at the time must have a clear picture of their current situation.However, a person his age will not easily let people see through the truth, and the whole process is stern and unsmiling.

"Ok……"

Little Lori thought about it for a while, and the score was in his hand. He was listening to the score just now. The conditions were limited. Song Ya recorded this time without accompaniment, and the background was only the mechanical sound of the metronome. Tony didn’t comment highly after listening. And the little Lori who understands music must be able to see what is behind.

"Drums and saxophone?" Little Lori didn't say'no'.

"Right." Song Ya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed to the score in the opponent's hand. "Other instruments are used later."

"I know I know……"

Little Lori read the score over and over several times, "The lyrics are very interesting..." He tapped the beat with his hand, picked a paragraph and hummed two sentences.

"This is what Yali thought of when visiting a second-hand store, on the day we filmed the MV, haha, this little clever ghost." Tony explained for Song Ya, "How about it? Not bad?"

"The degree of completion is very high." Little Lori raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Ya.

"Really?"

Tony was happy, "I said, this kid is something. He is the main trumpet player of our school orchestra. The teachers like him very much. The equipment used to record this song was borrowed by the teacher! The expectation for the song is also very high, guess what? Before we come, we just prepare for this song... what?" He looked back at Song Ya.

"My brother, shut up..." Song Ya lamented in her heart, but couldn't help but answer: "Record."

"Yes, yes, for the record!" Tony couldn't hold back his chattering. "You don't know, we ran into a white girl when we were waiting for the elevator and saw us..." He imitated the woman's twisting gesture of changing her shoulders. , "It's like seeing a robber..."

"Wow... Filing..."

Little Lori smiled and passed the score to AK, and he lay back down.

"Racial discrimination! This is racial discrimination! It's NAZI! When I saw NGe, I thought of a thief..." Tony was still there.

AK turned over the score and said, "I think this song is not suitable for you, Lori..."

"What?" Tony dumbfounded and looked at AK.

"Uh……"

AK paused for a while before he said: "This song is about buying second-hand clothes and goods in general, right? Lori, your personality is cool, handsome, young and fashionable, if you really sing so grandiosely. The joy of buying second-hand goods... will it... those young girls will... well... you know what I mean."

"Hey, AK you..." Tony wanted to get angry with AK, but he didn't have much confidence. He looked back at Lori, "What do you think of Lori?"

"Ok……"

Little Lori shrugged, "I respect AK's opinions on such professional issues."

"Okay... OK." Tony's eyes dimmed.

AK took out the cassette and handed it back to Song Ya with the score.

"Thanks." Song Ya smiled at him, his heart was much brighter than Tony, there was nothing to say, it seemed that he had to find another way.

"Uh... wait a minute."

The agent who had been silent suddenly said, "Ali, right?"

"Yes." Song Ya nodded.

"Just now Tony said that you are a trumpet player, and you use a saxophone and drum kit for this score? Why don't you... Why don't you play the trumpet instead of the saxophone for us? Right here, we have a trumpet , Drums..." He thought about the meeting, snapped his fingers at AK, "Go to the room and get the trumpet, and the African drum."