Chicago 1990

"You have six songs now, are you going to release a mini album?"

Outside the Motura office at Sony Columbia Records headquarters, Walt and Song Ya, who were waiting to meet, chatted quietly.

"I have to think about it carefully."

Mini albums usually have five or six songs, which is exactly the size of a high-density vinyl record. The advantage is that you can make a fortune first. If you operate it well, you can also warm up future albums. The disadvantage is that the album will be diverted. Buying gas may cause both ends to fall short.

According to the examples of past singers, the latter is more likely, but the apocalypse is unstable, and the ghost knows when the next few songs will come. For Song Ya, it is not bad to release the mini album and get the benefits first.

"Don't think about it for too long, it's almost July, and the first single of MJ's album will be released in October." Walter reminded.

"I know." Song Ya nodded.

At this time, the door of Motortura's office was pushed open, and Li Phillips, the lawyer in charge of MJ's distribution business, came out.

"Don't play tricks with me! Lee!" Motula's angry roar came from inside, "I must see his first MV before August!"

Lee Phillips didn't reply, but Songya and Walter nodded and smiled politely, and strode away.

The rumors outside are true. Although MJ is under the flag of Motura, Motura's control over him is very weak.

Both of them pretended not to hear Mottura's words just now, and smiled and opened the door as usual.

"FXXK!"

Motula was pouring wine with his neck up, but he had no intention of covering up, "An agent, four lawyers, I have to communicate with the singers under the banner through them!"

Song Ya and Walter looked at each other, and it was not good that nothing happened. "That was his own album, he should know it in his heart." Walter persuaded.

MJ's new album this time is also the first album he released after transferring to Motura. According to past experience, his album will continue to be popular for several years. Together with the global tour, it will be worth at least hundreds of millions of dollars. How could Motula’s big business matter?

"call."

Motura panted and put the wine glass back on the table. "His shit lawyers and brokers have not agreed." He waved his hand, "Forget it, let's talk about us. "

Walter handed him the cover of Song Ya's "Small" single and some documents.

The cover is still the unified style that Song Ya likes. The brass color block of the wind instrument occupies most of the area. Then in the corner is the silhouette of Song Ya playing the trumpet. Last time the cover of Empire State of Mind's single was blurred with a skyscraper in New York. The color block behind is the main body. In the corner is the silhouette of Song Ya and Mariah Carey singing duet, and the silhouette of the piano behind them.

"Mr. Motura, when will the large-scale promotion of Empire State of Mind begin?" Song Ya asked while Motura signed the document.

"Emmm..."

Motula stopped writing and pondered for a few seconds, "It's a bit troublesome. This song has received a good response from professional media and music critics. It can't be sold if it's out of the greater New York area. I'm back, and wait until they make something that can satisfy me."

"Ok."

Song Ya also agreed with him that it is indeed a bit difficult for this single to celebrate New York to sell all over the country.

Motura quickly signed, and the two left.

"Is MJ's own lawyer and his agent at odds?" Song Ya remembered that at the Grammy celebration dinner at the beginning of the year, MJ's lawyer Blanca and his agent Sandy Glen had a fight in front of him.

Walter laughed a few times, "This is MJ's management art, don't you want to see your agent and lawyer be in harmony?" He asked back.

"Uh..." Hayden and Goodman are indeed in a good relationship, but Song Ya guessed that they would not be able to pit himself together. "Even for defense, there is no need to make the relationship so tight? Isn't everyone over the sale?"

"That's not something we can manage." Walter shook his head, "Stop talking about MJ, especially in this building." He reminded.

"Okay, thank you, Walter."

Song Ya knew that the other party was out of good intentions. The person with Sony Columbia Records that had the best relationship with him was Roberto Clever. After all, the two had a business cooperation, but he was most assured of Walter's character.

Sony Columbia’s expectations for the song "Small" are much lower than Remember The Name. They plan to release the single in early July, so that Song Ya will start the talk show at the same time, with the B-list level pre-publicity, and then look at the sales. Adjust the publicity strategy, a very standard set of procedures.

Even Song Ya herself does not plan to spend all her effort on pushing this song. There are too many electro-modified parts in the song, and it will definitely be criticized in this era. Mariah Carey's lesson of being overwhelmed by the skepticism of the music is still experienced. At present, she was tossed too hard without repairing her voice, so it's better to keep a low profile for her own frequent culprit.

However, this song also has bright spots. Whether in the United States or the world, the more talented the singer is, the more popular it will be. Song Ya will perform a trumpet on the TV show, and then cooperate with Sony Columbia’s publicity to praise his genius. The juvenile character set is further consolidated.

So besides shooting the MV, his main task is to practice the trumpet.

Having held several preparatory meetings with Zach Schneider and the producer, Song Ya changed the plan and decided to shoot most of the MV scenes in a studio in New York, which can save a little money and is convenient.Those classical band trumpeters... I can only say sorry to them. Their roles will be replaced by dancers. After all, it’s a MV. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to play the trumpet. Just hold the instrument and perform with your mouth. After all, the dancer’s camera sense And dance skills, professional classical musicians do not have.

"Yes, not bad."

In the studio, Song Ya, who came to confirm the setting, expressed satisfaction, “The furnishings next to the bed should be more futuristic.” He made a few tips, and the props master wrote them down.

"The dancers are here."

The producer personally brought a white man in his twenties over to say hello, "APLUS, you know. APLUS, this is Adam Shankman."

"Hello." The two shook hands.

"Shandman's dance team performed on the stage at the 90th Oscars. He has a deep research on the direction of hip-hop dance." The producer introduced.

Song Ya chatted with the other party for a few words and pulled the producer aside to speak alone, "I don't have to use such a professional dance team, and this team is a bit too crowded and too'white'." Shankman followed just now. Twenty to thirty young men and women, mostly white.

"We pay the money, and you can use it." The producer whispered: "This dance team has not been able to take care of work recently, and it is almost impossible to maintain it, so we should do them a favor." He blinked at Song Ya Blinked.

"You want to help them, right?" Song Ya secretly complained. This producer, who has always admired his own money-saving style, abnormally fortifies the entire huge dance team. He must be using Columbia Records' MV production fee. Favors.

"Fine."

Song Ya agreed, there was no need to expose the other party's private transactions, anyway, he did not spend his own money, "but it is really too'white', this is not good, I can not offend the black community."

It's still an old problem. Even if the dancers use all whites, they can't please the whites, because they will not focus on this, but doing so will definitely offend the blacks. He originally planned to let his dance coach bring people from Chicago.

"I see." The producer took Song Ya back to communicate with Shankman.

"I want four to six dancers dressed as trumpeters, and then there are four to six hip-hop dancers. Among them, half of them must be women and half of African descent." Song Ya asked.

"I understand." Shankman has no bargaining capital and can only agree, "I can probably come up with ten dancers that meet the requirements."

"Okay, I will call someone from Chicago to add the rest, so you can bring someone into the team as soon as possible."

Song Yagang takes care of the dancers, Roberto Clerville’s heroine, please call us again, "APLUS, I remember one time we talked about the heroine casting of I Feel It Coming during a dinner, the Latin that I mentioned to you Girl Shakira?"

"Uh, Roberto, the heroine has been set."

Fergie is already excited on the plane coming to New York, Song Ya doesn't want a fire in the backyard...