Chicago 1990

"Do you believe Donovan's statement? The seven major Hollywood studios will join forces to suppress CAA."

When they left, Song Ya and Goodman were left, and they sat down and chatted casually.

"It's impossible. How can the seven companies monopolize? The opening joint meeting? Then as long as one traitor is brought out, the other six will have to go to court, not to mention that Hollywood has a large number of small and medium film companies." Goodman replied: "But based on the right Monopoly vigilance, they are indeed unlikely to let the CAA dominate, and William Morris has a chance to recover the disadvantages."

“Every time I sign a contract, I’m too impulsive. It’s done on the same day, maybe leaving them for two days will have better results.”

Song Ya said in hindsight.

"7.5 is already very good. Those independent agents will only offer the lowest price of 5 percent when they face an absolutely strong star. William Morris also wants face."

Goodman turned on the TV, and the picture was broadcasting the bombing of the Iraqi army by the US Army. "After the Vietnam War, we finally started to throw bombs on others," he said.

"It seems to be far away from us this time, and there is not much opposition in China." Song Ya learned in the history class the turbulent political activities in the U.S. during the mid and late stages of the Vietnam War, which felt a little strange.

"Give me a suggestion, my idea is still immature, but in the future, your song should better avoid the big issues of anti-war, world and equality." Goodman suddenly started another topic.

"Why? The singer's mixed style depends on these." Song Ya asked.

"The times are different. In the 1980s, Afghanistan was bombarded indiscriminately. Based on propaganda considerations, we needed these things. MJ is a master, with a good image, willing to benevolent, caring for children and the poor, anti-war, anti-racial discrimination, The whole world keeps running around calling for peace. You know, the most crazy people in MJ are the Eastern Europeans under the original control. This is all for a reason. Now..." Goodman stopped talking.

"Now what?"

"The country should learn the lessons of the Vietnam War, and will no longer allow celebrities and politicians to frequently provoke anti-war issues. This is a general trend. People will not fall twice in the same place, and the country will be the same. Throw bombs, we We need to call for world peace, promote MJ all over the world, we throw bombs..."

"The country doesn't need MJ anymore, can it still affect his singing and publishing, and affect the audience's preferences?" Song Ya was a little unbelievable.

"MJ brothers and sisters like to do this, they are both addicted, the method of success will change with time... I hope they can detect it." Goodman turned off the TV.

"If you don't sing about big issues, do you really sing big, big gold chains, big gold watches, money, guns, drugs, cars, women, gangs, and violence?" Song Ya thought about it and laughed first. , "Isn't that what black rappers are best at?"

"Add a little bit of anti-racism to enhance the style, it's perfect!" Goodman also smiled.

Song Ya slept in the office for a while, and when he was leaving for school in the morning, he met the building property manager at the door.

"Your company has more and more letters, and the mailboxes are filling up too quickly."

He handed a lot of various mails to Song Ya for signing, and then took out a piece of paper, "Can you sign my wife? She is your fan."

"..."

Song Ya smiled and finished signing, then gave him a tip and sent him away. He then divided the mail into several categories, such as advertisements for various musical instruments and studio equipment, product catalogs, etc. He threw these on the desk in the control room. Dile will take care of it.Advertisements for real estate, luxury goods and even yacht companies have also begun to appear. These companies are very keen. They all know that singers have money and their mails are printed very beautifully. Some are simply thick color magazines. Song Ya casually compares them with others. Advertising mail is thrown into the trash can.

The rest, except for some bills, are emails sent by agents from all over the world, introducing new singers and some crude lyrics or inviting business performances, etc.

Drive the car downstairs to the house, pick up Emily, and the two come to school together.

The freshness of the early days passed, and the students seemed to treat themselves gradually with two eyes and one nose. After all, the fanatical star-chasers were a minority.Of course, this is inseparable from his low-key, always wears at home, baseball cap, always upright collar, passing through the campus only looking down at the road, occasionally coping with classmates greetings, there is no air in treating others.

In the afternoon, the orchestra gathered for rehearsal. Song Ya found a familiar place, took out the trumpet from the box, and while concentrating on assembling, chatted casually with the left and right.

"A new member came today."

The music teacher introduced earlier, "Cassidy McGee, welcome everyone."

Song Ya raised her head and saw the good girl standing next to the teacher holding the violin, "Hi." She smiled at everyone, and when she looked to her side, her eyes became more curved.

"It's so cruel..." He can only applaud and welcome everyone.

Fortunately, the position of the trumpet player is in the back row, far away from the fiddler in front. During rehearsal, the good girl made several mistakes. Bring out the level."

She has a good foundation, and the error seems to be the cause of Qin.

"You should go get a better piano and come again, Cassidy..."

At the end of the rehearsal, the chief violinist, who is also a girl, walked up to the good girl and dropped a tease, then left with her head raised.

When the other girls in the band heard this, they all smiled and exchanged eyes.

It seemed that she was isolated on the first day.This kind of tearing of girls in private schools is nothing more than this. On the surface, they are laughing and talking, but they are actually saying things that hurt each other, without dirty words, and then form a few small groups to pass on other people's gossip and so on.

Song Ya was too lazy to manage, put the trumpet away, while the good girl was slowly packing her things, she carried her schoolbag and left.

"Hey...APLUS!"

In the end, he still didn't escape. The car was about to start in the parking lot, and the good girl suddenly appeared in front of the car to greet him.

Song Ya was taken aback, stepped on the brakes, shook the car window open, and looked at her suspiciously.

Today she was wearing a formal school uniform, a piano case in one hand and a school bag in the other, panting and walking around the passenger car door, "My car is broken, can you take me a ride?"

The parking lot is crowded, and many students have noticed here.

It seems that the other party really did it today. This is not a squash hall where no one is left. If you are rejected in the public, it is estimated that you will have to be told as a joke by your classmates for a long time.

"Sorry, Miss McGee, I don't plan to have a girlfriend at school."

Song Ya refused directly, and then started the car.

In the rearview mirror, the girl awkwardly stuck on the clearing after F150 left, bearing mocking eyes from all directions.

But Song Ya didn't feel sorry for her at all. He even felt that it was too late to refuse. He hardened his heart early and had a clear attitude with the other party. It would not be what it is today.

"It's not beautiful, it's far worse than Mira..."

Also, Mira is about to return to China. She said on the phone that the crew will probably leave Fiji in early February and return to the studio in Los Angeles to continue filming the rest of the plot.

At this moment he didn't want to make any progress with a brown candy girl.

He is very busy now, practicing I feel it coming, which needs to be on the late night show, and then started the pre-preparation for the Remember The Name recording with Dile and Al, and he has to manage three companies to spend all his spare time.

William Morris also moved quickly. Donovan faxed a few pieces of information. They had already selected several acquisition targets for A+ Audio.