Chicago 1990

Unlike Song Ya imagined that it is at the cutting edge of fashion, a thin and thick iron door guards Lao Qiao’s music tightly. It seems that there is no doorbell. AK stepped forward and slapped vigorously, and the iron door was dull. The banging sound.

"Go buy some pizza."

Pablo took out a wad of money from his pocket, took out a few sheets and handed them to the'silencer', "Bring some more drinks." He pointed to an intersection, "It will be there after two traffic lights."

The'silencer' silently took the money and drove. At this time, the strip-shaped peeping mouth on the iron door flashed, and then a black villain with tattoos on his face lazily pushed the door open.

"Hurry up, Carl."

Pablo complained. Behind the door was an equally narrow staircase. He walked on the first one.

Carl fisted with the people who came in one by one, "My brother Alex, you can also call him APLUS." Tony introduced Song Ya to him, and Carl nodded, and the two of them would recognize each other with a fist.

"It seems to be a stuffy jar like a'silencer'."

Song Ya muttered in her heart, her attention was quickly attracted by the photos on both sides of the stairs. The photo frames were exquisite. The portraits of various people, whether in black and white or in color, mostly have obvious clothing from the 1950s, 1960s or even earlier. And photography style.Of course, they are all blacks, and Old Qiao appears most frequently, either in his youth or in his middle age. It seems that he was a small famous singer before.

"this is me."

Old Morgan pointed at one of them proudly, "Look, what a handsome guy."

The young man in the photo is indeed flourishing, holding the golden saxophone in front of his chest, showing his white teeth and smiling brilliantly.

"Unfortunately, the age of the old jazz has passed..." Old Morgan hugged the saxophone box in his hands tightly, but the faint sentimentality lasted only for a while, "Damn rock, damn disco, damn rhythm and blues... "The gray-haired old man suddenly turned into an angry BOY scolding, blaming his personal failure on the course of history, "Damn Kelly King!" In the end, he refused to let go.

The second floor is much more spacious. Two posters taller than people hang in the hall. One is Old Qiao, who is impressive by Song Ya. He stands in the middle with his arms outstretched. Four black aunts are hugged by him. They were all buckets like Aunt Susie's, and Song Ya didn't know any of them.The other is Little Lori and Al. The little Lori at the visual center is slung on the guitar, holding the stand microphone in both hands, looking straight into the camera and playing cool. There are a lot of rock stars, Al can only lean over. , Holding a microphone in one hand and making hip-hop gestures in the other.

"It seems that Little Lowry is the top brand of this company."

Song Ya has a clear judgment on the strength of'Lao Qiao Music'. Maybe it has been brilliant, but it is definitely not in the mainstream now.

"Call Al and let him come over."

Pablo snapped his fingers again and pointed to the fixed phone in the front desk, "At the fastest speed."

AK reached out and picked up the phone from the front desk where no one was sitting.

Pablo continued forward and stopped in front of a door with a sign in the recording. He first listened to the door with his ear for a few seconds, then twisted the handle and pushed it away vigorously.

There was a woman's scream immediately inside.

"Put your pants up and get out!" Pablo didn't care, and went straight in to drive people.

In the dark room for a while, a shirtless black guy wrapped his female partner's upper body with a jacket and slipped out with his head down.

Tony laughed and yelled outside, not forgetting to introduce Song Ya to each other, "This is my brother, Alex, you can also call him APLUS. Alex, this is Eric, our tuner. "

"FXXXYOU, Tony." Eric cursed in a low voice, and the female companion next to Tony raised his middle finger.

"Come in! Come in!"

This is a standard recording studio, the outside is a control room,

Pablo turned on all the lights, "Go to work! Hurry up" and pushed open the door of the recording studio, letting Old Morgan and Little Lori in, "Music!" snapped his fingers at Song Ya.

Song Ya took out the scores from the bag and walked into the recording studio, and put them on the music stand in front of Old Morgan and Little Lori respectively.

Little Lori was still breathing, without saying a word, not even communicating with Song Ya in his eyes.

Old Morgan took out his reading glasses and put them on, and started driving the saxophone box slowly.

"Come out, say here." Pablo's order came from the horn.

Song Ya hurried out and closed the recording studio door.

"If you have any comments, press this, but don't interrupt them easily."

Pablo pointed to the call button to demonstrate, "Start when you are ready." He pressed into the microphone and said.

"Don't rush, don't rush, I'm old, unlike you young people..." Old Morgan's complaint came through the monitor speakers.

"Where is Eric?" Pablo looked back.

"Didn't you tell him to go?" Tony was puzzled.

"Go get him back, he can't be missing here." Pablo arranged everything before he hurried away.

Only Song Ya was left in the control room. He sat in front of the mixer and inspected it a little bit. In addition to the mixer, there are a lot of equipment that he is not famous for. The walls are covered with sound-absorbing materials, which looks very Professional look.Of course, apart from the long sofa at the back, it was in a mess, and there was a smell of sweat floating in the air, which showed the fierce battle just now.

The saxophone accompaniment of the second-hand store’s song is mostly mechanical repetition. Old Morgan tried a few paragraphs with the score, "WTH..." he put down the saxophone and cursed: "Which stupid X wrote this pile of garbage?"

"It's me." Song Ya replied honestly, remembering that he forgot to press the call button, "Uh... it's me." He had to repeat it.

"Now the kid makes music, I really don't understand. Can these things you write become popular?" Old Morgan continued to complain, and asked the little Lori next to him, "Do you think it's popular? Sing these things, eh?"

It made Little Lori amused, "I don't know." He replied.

"Oh, the kids now... I really don't understand... you know? When I was as old as you..."

Old Morgan was nagging endlessly, and Little Lori was also happy and passive. Song Ya knew that he couldn't command them, and he didn't bother to offend others.Fortunately, before long, Pablo accompanied Old Joe and opened the door.

Old Joe was still wearing the pink suit that day, "Morgan!" He held down the call button and yelled: "You believe it or not I came in and tore your old mouth into Lake Michigan to feed the fish!?"

It's still that powerful subwoofer, even his appearance is not too different from the old man in pink suit from the second-hand store MV in "Apocalypse". Song Ya wanted to laugh when he saw him.

"APLUS, isn't it?" Old Joe took Morgan's lesson honestly and turned around and reached out his hand, "Recognize, I am the boss of this company, Joe, you can call me Old Joe, but I prefer others to call me BOSS."

"Hello, BOSS." Song Ya shook hands with him, and when the music sounded inside, he took the initiative to let him go behind.

Morgan played the saxophone, and Lori sang and djembe, the two honestly went through the song, and the effect was much better than that of Songya and Lori.

"Ok……"

Old Qiao pursed his mouth noncommittal, "Do it again." He pressed the call button.

While Lao Qiao and Pablo listened to it for the second time, Song Ya’s mind turned rapidly, and Tony asked himself to slap Pablo’s ass, but from the communication with Pablo in the car just now, he There is a conflict with his interests. He is Little Lori's agent, and he intends to let himself'let' the lyrics to Little Lori. If you want him to change his mind, pure flattery probably won't work.Even if Pablo becomes his own agent in the future, and he has a conflict of interest with Lori, how he will choose is still unknown.

Maybe it's not a good idea to ask Pablo to be his own agent.

But the old Qiao and Pablo in front of us are completely different. As long as the records can sell well, the old Qiao, the owner of the music company, must have the same interests as his own...

If you want to understand, act, and wait until the second pass is over, "Uh, boss." Song Ya attracted Lao Qiao's attention, "That's it. The inspiration for this song is the day when the MV for Little Lori was filmed... "

"Yeah, I heard about it, a second-hand store." Old Joe replied casually.

"More than that, part of the inspiration comes from you, boss." Song Ya continued, "I wrote the chorus for you. I like your bass very much."

"Me?" Old Joe was surprised.

"Yeah, why don't you try it?" Song Yachao made a please gesture at the recording studio.

"Try it?" Old Joe and Pablo exchanged glances.

Pablo curled his lips and nodded.

"Try and try." Old Joe opened the door of the recording studio and walked in.

After briefly brewing with the score, he started the third time.

I'm gonna pop some tags, only got twenty in my pocket

I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up

this is FXXXing awesome!

As soon as he spoke a few lyrics, Song Ya noticed Pablo leaning forward and his eyes lit up.