Chicago 1990

Sony Columbia is in need of themselves, so it should be no problem to let their Asian branch sign an individual. After all, in order to compete for Donnie Breston this time, it is possible for him to be back.Of course, if she really signs Tang Ni, Song Ya has no plans to break her promise, she really has a good voice.

As for the other pure female version of Empire State of Mind, Song Ya hasn't thought about it yet. He won't use this kind of song that must be sent out without gaining enough benefit for himself.

He lay comfortably on the hotel bed and turned on the TV.

There seems to be big news in Los Angeles. A few days ago, a ten-year-old black girl stole something from a shop of Shilla descent. After being found, she knocked her 50-year-old propriet to the ground. The black girl who was about to go out was shot and killed.

According to Song Ya's superficial understanding, the black girl went from stealing things to beating the shopkeeper. This constituted a robbery. The shopkeeper was obviously personally threatened. According to the local law of non-concession, it should be killed and beaten in vain.The point of contention is that the proprietress shot the girl from behind and aimed directly at the head. This was supposed to be a purely legal issue, but she did not expect to be run into a racial issue again, or between African and Asian descent. .

It was embarrassing that the Rodney King incident was reversed and slapped in the face. This time it was the black man who caused the trouble and was killed...

Song Ya didn't bother to call Michelle anymore, and she was probably in a state of exhaustion.

"Fortunately, Silla is not Chinese..."

He is annoyed to see this kind of news now, and directly puts it on the TV.

Jingle Bell……

The guest room phone rang, "Hey." Only Song Asheng knew that he was staying in this room. The hotel generally wouldn't make calls to harass guests at night, so he picked up the microphone and directly spoke in Chinese.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, "APLUS?" an elderly black man asked with doubts.

"Are you?" Song Ya was a little surprised, and the voice was familiar, "Mr. Steven?" He remembered, it was Steven, an executive at Atlantic Records.

"Yeah! I thought I made a mistake, hahaha..." Steven laughed, "Are you convenient now? We want to come up and have a chat with you, of course, if you come down, we are in the hotel lobby."

"How do you know that I live... Wait, you guys? Who else?"

"BABYFACE."

"..."

"Don't hide, boy, my old bone was dragged by him and flew here from New York. I'm almost exhausted." Steven laughed.

"Well, come up here."

Song Ya felt a little creepy. Is his whereabouts so easy to check?Is it on the news again?No, even a reporter won't know exactly which room he lives in, right?Even Hayden didn’t know...

This BABYFACE has too much energy, right?Can this be found?

He put down the phone and called Song Asheng over to be bold.

"Hello……"

Steven was the first door, and a handsome young black man followed him. It was BABYFACE. Song Ya knew that the other party was in his thirties, but he did not seem to be very old, and he did not know what the stage name Babyface was. Not from looks.

"Is this your elder?" Steven asked, looking at Song Asheng.

"Right." Song Ya let them sit on the sofa in the suite.

"You...how..." He had to figure this out first.

"Hey, kid, you are pressing him into a hurry, he spent a lot of money to find you as soon as possible." Steven pointed to BABYFACE and laughed.

"APLUS, you are still young and don't know much about how the media and paparazzi work." BABYFACE leaned on the sofa and didn't hide anything.

The media and the paparazzi have a cooperative relationship. The paparazzi are like mercenaries.

There is also an underground black market between paparazzi and paparazzi. The trading center is Hollywood. Some misbehaving paparazzi will send these "useless" news that cannot be sold to Hollywood middlemen. For example, APLUS has arrived in Sunnyvale. Class, for the purchase of "hearted people" like BABYFACE.

In fact, Song Ya also bought a similar service. The last time Hayden Chamela’s parents were informed was through this kind of middleman, but that transaction only cost eight hundred dollars, and Steven said it was a lot of money. , It is estimated that BABYFACE had a lot of blood to find him this time.

"Then you don't know which room I live in?" Song Ya asked.

BABYFACE smiled, "I also added money."

It is estimated that he bought a certain hotel insider, Song Ya immediately blacklisted the hotel in his heart, and never stayed again.

"Well, is it for Tang Ni's business?" Song Ya couldn't pretend to be stupid as soon as the other party came to the door.

Fortunately, Song Ya has known about BABYFACE. He belongs to musicians like Steven and Quincy Jones. They all have some old jazz styles, well-dressed, and focus on the upper class and strive to work hard according to the rules set by white people. He and Rakim and Big E and other street rappers are not a number.

"Of course." BABYFACE was really anxious, and went to Song Ya's side. "Tanny, I have been very optimistic about her a few years ago. I have a whole plan to train her. Sony Columbia couldn't have competed. mine."

"To be honest, it has nothing to do with me." Song Ya shrugged, "I didn't mean to hurt you, I just write my own song."

"I haven't heard your song, but it must be very exciting to make Donnie give up two of my songs and switch to Colombia for one of yours."

This seems to make BABYFACE a little frustrated, "I also know that I am very presumptuous to come to you this way, but I still want to reach a cooperation with you, privately, as long as I can sign Tang Ni, you just ask."

"My album is released in Colombia, how can I help you? Yin Motula? Joking about my own future?" Song Ya doesn't want to open it. It's really not that price. "You have the energy to buy me. It's better to simply bid with Colombia."

"Tanny is already twenty-four years old, and her singing is very ruining. She wants a song to be famous, not the hundreds of thousands of dollars." BABYFACE replied, "I can't help it, so I won't bother. Come and find you in person, Donnie will sign a contract with Colombia in two days."

"APLUS, we have a good relationship. I heard from Rakim about your play in New York. Did you make an appointment to join forces again in May?" Steven helped, "BABYFACE has been in Atlanta for many years, his LAFACE The record and the last Alista Records are also in Atlanta, they will be your good helper in the South of the United States, and everyone will help each other."

Song Ya was a little regretful for agreeing to Motula's accompaniment easily. This time, the pot he carried was really not light. If BABYFACE is disappointed and returned, it seems that the southern US music circle will cause trouble for herself in the future, "I really can't do anything. ! Think about it for me, what should I do to meet your requirements?"

"Don't give your song to Donnie!" BABYFACE was very direct.

"It's impossible!" Song Ya stood up and said excitedly, "That's Motura! I can't afford to offend him!" He gestured to Steven, "Steven, you won't deny this, do you? I told Motula that you made me do this?"

Steven leaned back and raised his hands, "Don't, I'm just a middleman, even if you bring BABYFACE to see you, you will complete the task."

Motula’s position in the American music scene is very strong, not only because MJ and Mariah Carey are both under his banner, he was a figure calling for the wind before he became the president of Sony Columbia, with a tough personality and vicious methods, otherwise Sony will not ask him to take the helm of a company bought for billions of dollars.Except occasionally being stupid with Mariah Carey...

"Look!"

Song Ya sat back, "I'm a small character, and the first album release contract is still in Motula's hands."

BABYFACE refused to give up, "APLUS, have you heard the Soul Train Music Award?"

Song Ya, of course, has heard it. It is a music award that is only awarded to black people, and generally only awarded to jazz, soul, and rhythm and blues musicians. They seem to have a prejudice against hip-hop music, let alone what rock and country the white people play. Leah Kelly won the award for the past year.

"We, my partners at LAFACE Records LAReid, Steven, and Quincy Jones, we have a lot of influence on this award, and Grammys, we also..."

Halfway through his speech, he was interrupted by Steven's coughing, "Anyway, you can understand. Cooperate with us to help me get Donnie. You will be rewarded for these awards."

"I can't blame Motula."

"Also, I have a relationship with Hollywood, Eddie Murphy, he will use my soundtrack for all his movies next year. Do you have any favorite actors..."

"I can't blame Motula."

"Ah! FXXK!" BABYFACE's attitude towards Song Ya was lost, and he punched the sofa with anger.

"Everyone has to be reasonable, right? Steven." Song Ya looked at Steven.

Steven nodded with a wry smile.

"There are many outstanding female singers, it's not necessary to..." Song Ya wanted to fool around again, don't make the relationship too stiff, suddenly the phone rang and the number was Mariah Carey's.

"Sorry, I will answer the call."

He hid in the bedroom and pressed the answer button, "APLUS! Are you my friend?" Mariah Carey said.

"When... of course, isn't this nonsense?" Song Ya didn't understand why she was not happy anymore.

"Then why did you give my song to other female singers?" she asked.

"Your... can't you sing? There are elements of rap..."

"I don't care, I like that song, I want to sing it!" She got angry, "Tommy, tell him!"

It turned out that Motura was by her side, "Uh, APLUS..."

Motula was obediently like something, "Yes, Mary wants to sing that song, we have to think of a way."

"Think... what can I do?" Song Ya was inexplicable.

"Anyway... just think of a way..." Motula said nothing, "You know, a woman's jealousy is unreasonable. She has heard of Donnie's version of Empire State of Mind... I don’t know what’s going crazy, so I’m not allowed to sign...Oh! Don’t fight, don’t fight, don’t do it! Don’t drop things..."

Song Ya listened to the banging noise over there, and his mind became alive.

After talking with Motura, he went back to the two waiting outside, "Where did we just say?"

BABYFACE did not speak, and handed over a check for 200,000 dollars.

"I can't blame Motula."

BABYFACE winked at Steven, stood up with a sullen face, and went to collect the check, but found that it hadn't moved. At first glance, Song Ya's fingers had firmly pinched the other corner.

"Uh, or else, in May, I will run a promotion and go to Atlanta..."

"Yeah, as well as the albums of the big professor and NWA, the publicity has all rushed together."

"Hehe, awards..."

"On the Hollywood side, I have a female friend who worked with in the MV. Yes, it is black..."