Chicago 1990

Song Ya trumpet, Lori played djembe and sang, and the two worked together to go through the whole song.

After listening, the agent tilted his head and looked at Song Ya, "Are you really the main trumpet player in your school?"

"Uh, yes, it used to be." Song Ya hurriedly took out the prepared statement, "because I suddenly lost interest in music some time ago and neglected to practice, so I stepped back very much, and I...I was very nervous just now."

"Yeah, he was distracted. He was stupid to concentrate on his studies or something. He got A+ in math, so we all call him APLUS, hahaha..." Tony helped to explain.

"Is this unreasonable? The completion of the song is so high, don't you..." The agent suddenly closed his mouth halfway, took out the cigarette holder, and stuffed a mouthless camel. "Forget it, don't worry about these little things now, I Just treat you as a genius."

"Yeah, Alex, did you hear what he said? You are a genius, so you are a fucking genius..."

"Shut up, Tony."

The agent told Tony to shut his mouth, lit his cigarette and smoked, "Have you filed your lyrics and music?"

"Yes, lyrics, music, and this demo." Song Ya could feel the other party hesitating. Little Lori had actually hinted that AK had refused to cooperate. If the agent held a negative attitude, then this way would be Completely broken.

But thinking about it the other way round, Song Ya didn't worry too much, after all, it was him who had a good song in his hands, and the other person was eager to get the last straw.As long as the big rear of copyright is guarded, making money in the capital society of the United States is only a difference between early and late, more and less. As long as the other party is keen enough, it is not difficult to see the opportunities here.

Little Lori was completely empty, his eyes moved up the ceiling, his legs dangling casually, his face looked at me.

"I'm here to save you little Lori!"

Song Ya shouted in his heart, he was quite sure that Little Lori was still kept in the dark by his agent and music company boss.

"Well, let's go to the company first."

The agent pinched out the cigarette butt with his thumb and index finger, "AK, you go and drive my car out." He kicked Lori's leg again and shouted, "Move, move! Let's go!"

The'silencer' patted Song Ya on the shoulder, "Cool!"

Tony was as happy as a child of several hundred catties. He jumped up and gave high fives to Lori and AK. Then he hugged Song Ya and went downstairs, "I knew you could do it!" he shouted.

When I got downstairs, I pulled Song Ya farther away, and whispered quietly, "Isn’t I talking a little bit up there just now, it was a waste of help, right?"

This elder brother is indeed a rough and fine person, and he is very good at taking advantage of this. For example, the last time he shot on the basketball court, he later said that the people who played on that basketball court were generally children from nearby families and decent education. So he dared to do this. If the conflict location was replaced by a slum, he would definitely not be stupid enough to fight against others.

But he did miss a door.

"Nothing..." Song Ya smiled bitterly, "Isn't it all dependent on your relationship with Little Lori?"

"Yeah!" Tony liked this set, "You are all my brothers, brothers should help each other like this..."

Little Lori and his agent finally went downstairs. It could be seen that the two had quarreled just now. Little Lori angrily opened the Toyota door of the'silencer' and sat on it.

"you!"

The agent didn't care about him, but snapped his fingers at Song Ya, and then pointed at the Volvo 760 that AK had just opened.

"Slap him flattering," Tony reminded.

"Don't worry." Song Ya separated from him and sat in the front seat of Volvo.

"The feeling of luxury cars is just different."

After grinding her buttocks on the comfortable leather seats, Song Ya thought to herself: "In the future, we will get a Volvo to drive, and we can also support and support domestic products. Huh? Something seems to be wrong..."

"Do you have an agent?" The agent in the back seat was straightforward.

"No. Uh...I have no experience in this area." Song Ya answered truthfully.

"really?"

The agent didn't believe it, "Who taught you to record this kind of knowledge?"

"I found a lawyer for consultation. He gave the advice." Song Ya observed that the agent, Lori, is about fifty years old, with a touch of Mexican descent in appearance, concise and decisive, smart, car-watching, and financially strong. It should be good too, just being arrogant and controlling people.

But the agent can bring help to his income and career, his personality is all minutiae, and he is Lori's agent, he seems to be Al's, knows the roots, at least he will not be an outsider.I don’t have an agent, and I have no way out. It might as well just...

"Uh...you..." Song Ya thought about the stakes clearly, and then she couldn't speak up.

"Pablo."

"Okay, Mr. Pablo, can you be my agent?" he asked.

The two looked at each other in the rearview mirror.

"In principle, there is no problem, but before becoming your agent, I want to make it clear to you, copyright." Pablo said: "The song, it’s no problem with you, but the words, it’s best to let you Little Lori."

"Why?" Song Ya was surprised.

"The lawyer you are looking for doesn’t know much about the rap circle, whether it’s the old-fashioned style in the past or the later politics. Gangs and rappers are either expressing themselves or expressing opinions on various issues. Early rappers are from the bottom and have no financial ability. Many of the accompaniments that are made are just playing or simply sampling other people’s music, so it’s okay to own the music. But think about it, if the rapper’s expression is not his own, then it’s not all the same who sings it. Anyway, there is no need for a high pitch or very good vocal skills in this industry. To be honest, the threshold is not high. If you don’t talk about what you want to sing, what is the difference with the idol singers of the big record companies? Rappers who can't lift their heads will be rejected and mocked by the whole circle."

Pablo said, "And the lyrics of your song have to be changed."

"Uh...uh..."

Song Ya's upper lip touched his lip, and he stopped talking several times. He hadn't thought of this kind of problem before, but he knew very well that if the copyright of the word was lost, this part of the rights that should be allocated in the future would definitely be gone?

"You think about it."

Pablo did not continue to put pressure on, picked up the Motorola brick and started calling, "Hey, old man! I need your saxophone... right now... it should be a big business... OK, we're done?... …OK, get downstairs to your house in ten minutes."

"Go to old Morgan's house." After the call, he said to AK.

Ten minutes later, I received an old black man with a musical instrument box and dressed in the style of the 1960s and 1970s.

"Wow, wow, wow, dressed like this, old man, where are you going?" Pablo teased his bright pocket square on his chest.

"No... didn't you say that there is a big business?" The old man widened his eyes. "Don't play with me, kid! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't go out so late."

"It's going to Old Joe. What do you think I will arrange for you? Restaurant accompaniment? Can your old bone work?"

"I have so many opportunities to perform! Now every venue is inviting people who can play the saxophone."

"I know, I know, you all have to thank Kelly King, you see, now such a small child composes a lot of saxophone accompaniment."

"Fuck Kelly King, I don't thank him, my skills are ten thousand times better than him."

"Really? I've seen you play his tune. At that time, I felt like you were about to die. I was really afraid that you would lie down on the spot."

"Fuck you, I'm talking about skills!"

Pablo and old Morgan lost a few words to each other, he was completely different faces in front of old friends.

Arrived at the destination soon, AK parked the car, Song Ya got off, and looked up and saw a tall sign "Old Joe Music Company", the neon tube was very dim, and a few letters were no longer lit.