Chicago 1990

New York, Sony Columbia Records headquarters building.

"This version works well. After polishing it for a few days, I think it should be fine." Walter said to everyone present after waiting for a studio version of I hate u i love u to finish.

"Uh, just this version, I'm very satisfied."

Song Ya, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. Several other people in the studio looked at him in surprise, "Are you sure? I feel a bit flawed." Walter said, "For example, in Fergie's part, there is a line at the end of the lyrics. The sound is a little broken..."

"The broken sound can just bring out the girl's sadness, and can make the emotional expression more real." Song Ya looked at the pianist, "What do you think?"

The pianist shrugged. In this version, his playing part is perfect, and he won't comment on other things.

"But didn't you say that you don't even want to cry?" Fergie was very concerned about the first single in her life, and a single that might sell well, and she kindly took Song Ya's clothes around. Acting like a baby, "Honey, do you want to give me a few more days?"

"I changed my mind, and I'm not in a good condition. It's no use recording for a few more days." Song Ya explained to her.

"Indeed, you have been a little restless lately." Walter asked with concern: "Did anything happen in the two days you left?"

"No, just use this version to record singles, I decided, I like this version very much."

He squeezed Fergie's face, "Hey, you behaved very well, the broken sound is more flavorful."

"Really?" Fergie never questioned his musical talents, and instead jumped up happily and held his arms around his neck. "Our first song! Is it finally released?" The girl hung on him, excited Keep asking for kisses.

The two of them are okay, and the other paid workers in the studio will naturally not be troublesome. This is the case.

"Then I will send the master tape to the factory immediately, and let the publicity department start MV production? I heard that Mira’s first album will be released soon. It will be very topical for you to post songs together. It's a good thing." Walter said straightforwardly.

Song Ya smiled bitterly and was about to reply, when the door of the recording studio was pushed open, Goodman probed in, "APLUS."

Song Ya's face instantly became extremely serious, he put Fergie down, "Walter, take care of her for me." Then he took off the comfortable casual clothes he was wearing during recording, took out the prepared suit jacket, and walked out of the studio calmly. .

"They're downstairs." Goodman and Hayden led him downstairs. Several accountants from Ever Road, led by Samuel, were greeting the Columbia Records lawyer who was in charge of signing Song Ya for the first time in the lobby. "Last time at the meeting of the Brotherhood of Theta Chi (Greek 8th and 22nd)..."

It seems that the two belong to the same fraternity. In the United States, this relationship is considered ironclad.

Hamlin, Yeremov, Taraji and even Donovan who had come from afar accompanied him.

"APLUS..." The lawyer was less enthusiastic about Song Ya, "Is it necessary?" His tone was not good.

"Take easy, I changed to an accounting firm, and it was just a normal handover." Song Ya smiled at him.

The other party also sneered, "Mr. Motura is in the large conference room, let's go over." He turned and led the way, "APLUS?" After walking a few steps, he found that Song Ya was still in place, "Why? Can't you move? ?"

The dazzling ball of light, engraved with the metal ring of the western dragon, the deep and sonorous cello sounded in Song Ya's ears.

"Take your way." Song Ya replied politely, turning around to follow his pace.

The group stopped talking, only the cluttered kick of a pair of leather shoes colliding with the marble floor.

A female staff member was already waiting at the elevator entrance and stuck the elevator door waiting for them.

Everyone filed in.

This time the Apocalypse turned out to be the first pure music. Similarly, it perfectly fits Song Ya’s current fighting spirit hidden under a calm appearance. The metal rings surrounding the ball of light disappear in the left half of the screen, and an island map appears on the left. In Song Ya's mind.

The Columbia Records lawyer vented his temper on the elevator's door-close button. He first pressed it and felt unresponsive, and then slammed a few more.

"Is there a traffic jam on the road?" The elevator door slowly closed, and it was very crowded with so many people. Goodman had nothing to say.

"It's fine." Samuel laughed.

Ding, on the middle floor, the elevator stopped, the door opened, and a group of men and women were waiting outside.

"Go and wait for the next shift!" the Columbia Records lawyer yelled unceremoniously, and continued to jab the close button.

A city of blocks labeled King's Landing slowly rises from the horizon, and in the center of the picture is a deer with beautiful long horns.

'Ding!'

The floor of the large conference room arrived, and Columbia Records lawyers were the first to walk out.

Song Ya and others followed him closely, and the staff passing by on the floor flashed to the wall one after another, as if they were afraid of being knocked down by this huge and determined team, and then stepped on them.

The camera moved up and came to a city with a wolf's head crest and a white giant tree, which was Winterfell.

Outside the large conference room, through the glass, Song Ya and Motula, who was sitting in the middle of the long conference table, looked at each other.

The light ball reappeared, and the deer top turned the dragon over on the metal ring.

"Hey, Samuel, it's been a long time." Motula also had some friendship with Samuel. He stood up and took the initiative to meet him, "Is it smooth to come from Chicago?"

"Everything went well, and I am glad to see you again, Mr. Motura." Samuel shook hands warmly with him.

"Donovan." Motura crossed Song Ya and shook hands with Donovan behind him.

To the north of Winterfell, a high white wall lies between the ice fields.

"What are you up to lately? How are the preparations for MJ's album?" Donovan casually asked for some topical greetings.

"Everyone asks me, I am an answer, wait and see! Haha."

Motula smiled and introduced to both parties. On the other side of the big conference table, Sony Columbia Records also sat a lot of people.

Song Ya didn't care about his deliberate coldness, quietly watching the people on both sides shake hands with each other.

The picture was moved to a certain city on the east side of the island.

"Okay, sit down, everyone has precious time." Motula raised his hand to the conference table and gestured, "We won't talk for long, will we? Samuel."

Everyone took their seats, "Yes, today is just some early stage communication." Samuel also sat down.

Now, only Song Ya and Motura are left.

Motula turned his back to the conference table, half of his body stopped in front of Song Ya, his head tilted forward slightly, and whispered in Song Ya's ear: "I will ruin you, Boy."

"Don't get excited, Mr. Motura...Business is business, and it's just business."

It was Song Ya's turn to say this to him, "After this business is done, I think I will have plenty of time to mend my relationship with you, right?"

Motula raised her eyebrows and did not respond, turned and sat back in his seat.

Song Ya smiled at everyone who was watching him, and walked to the only empty seat at the table.

Above the ring, the deer is crowned, the lion and the wolf are dormant, the picture and the progressive music gradually come to an end, it should be a few English letters of the song name: Game of Thrones...

"Game of Thrones?" Song Ya observed that Motula opened her mouth and was about to announce the start of the meeting.

"OK, let's start now." He deliberately rushed in front of the opponent.