Chicago 1990

　　 These things can't move yet, Song Ya's high-rise apartment has no garage or other places to hold them.

　　 He asked Song Asheng to sign up for a new company, A+ (A+ Records), and he called Hayden back from New York. He went to Goodman for a small meeting before returning home together.

　　 "Sign it." Hayden handed the document to Al.

　　 Al signed the document, "What is this?" He asked Song Ya.

　　 "I want you to help me record a demo. This is a legal document to prevent future disputes." Song Ya told the truth, "It doesn't mean that I don't believe you, it's just a process."

　　 Al shrugged, "All right."

　　 Song Ya handed the simple sheet music that had been rushed out to Al and asked him to go to the room to practice first.

　　 "Wait for Dile's agent to arrive."

　　 Only him and Hayden are left in the living room, "My new song uses a lot of electronic music, I need Dilei."

　　 "Isn't he willing to mix with you?" Hayden was a little strange, "Why let the agent intervene so early?"

"When I recorded De Klerk last time, Dile suggested that I do A+, but then I didn't bring him, so he was a bit dissatisfied." Song Ya briefly introduced the contradiction with Dile last time. This is also good, my brother will settle the accounts, so as not to have such a problem again, you will help me lower the price later."

"no problem."

　　Dilai’s agent arrived soon. He was a wrinkled white old man and an authentic New Yorker. He represented a bunch of musicians signed by Daniel and he should have a good relationship with Daniel.

　　 There is not much friendship between the two sides, straight to the point, "Mr. Song, my client, Dile, is willing to do it with you in principle, so I just come to fight for his interests, hoping to have a good result."

　　 Rarely, this is the agent with the lowest posture that Song Ya has encountered since crossing.

　　 But when I really talked about it, I knew it was great. This old man must compare it with each other, and then he went out to call Dilai from time to time, back and forth, and was stunned for a few hours.

　　 "Impossible, I won't promise him to form his own band and still be named among the singers. You don't need to ask for such a price."

　　 "You know, I don't have to be him for the accompaniment. Chicago is the birthplace of house electronic music. There is no shortage of mercenaries here."

　　 "Yes, what I like is his synthetic sound part. He is very thoughtful and has worked with me. We cooperate well."

　　 "I am the producer, not anyone else."

　　 "There is no share, he won't get any share from my first single or first album."

　　 "A+ Records will not give him any shares."

　　 "Of course, let's talk about compensation."

　　 "No problem, I can let him temporarily serve as the general manager of A+, but you have to remind him that there is only one employee for that company."

　　 "No, not a partner, nor 20%, but 5%. After two years of profitability, he can get 15% of A+ after five years of profitability."

　　 "Of course, he will have a salary, the specific amount..."

　　 Song Ya and Hayden took turns in battle, and finally reached an agreement, called Goodman, and signed on the spot.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 Sending away Goodman and Dile’s agent, Song Ya wiped his sweat, glanced at Hayden, and laughed helplessly.

　　 "How many musicians do you need? Maybe you can take care of my clients." Hayden took the opportunity to promote.

　　 Song Ya refused, "As for Dile and Al, most of my songs use electronic music."

　　 "So, your first song will be experimental?" Hayden asked.

　　 "Technically yes..."

　　 Song Ya intends to involve Di Lai as the general manager of A+, and incorporate all the new synthetic sound copyrights obtained by Tianqi into A+. If A+ records are used, they will also be charged at the market price.

　　 Al came out at this time. He used the guitar to imitate the drum sound with ventriloquist, which really has the charm of the original version.

　　 Song Ya was very satisfied. After communicating with him a little bit and changing a few places, he took out the microphone and tape recorder and started recording the demo directly.

　　 "3, 2, 1..." Al finished the countdown, the paddle hit the strings, and the prelude sounded.

　　 "Tellmewhatyoureallylike......"

　　 As soon as Song Ya uttered the first lyrics, Al stopped the accompaniment and laughed.

"what happened?"

"You...haha...why do you want to imitate MJ?" Hayden, who was listening to the side, also smiled. "Those who learned MJ are all over these years, and think about it, when the singles are released, how will the media evaluate you? ?"

　　 "I said brother..." Al also said, "Why don't people just listen to MJ if you sing like this."

"Uh... MJ who talked with Mira’s agent for a long time that day, I only got the inspiration for this song, so... I don’t plan to change it, just record it like this." Song Ya just made up a nonsense to deal with it. "Go on, stop laughing."

　　 Three hours later, the manager knocked on the door and told him that he had been complained by the residents downstairs.

　　 "Forget it, no recording, just take this version."

　　 Song Ya sighed and handed the cassette to Hayden.

　　 Hayden pondered the words for a long time before speaking, "This demo is not helpful for negotiating new conditions..."

　　 "I see, if it doesn't work, it's Columbia. If Daniel and Atlantic Records insist on publishing a special edition within a year." Song Ya knew that Hayden was not very optimistic about this song that was too ‘MJ’.

"Okay." Hayden reminded: "If you really want to choose Columbia~www.ltnovel.com~ you have to go to New York and talk to Daniel in person. We can't offend him. You still count on SBK for the follow-up income of your two songs. It."

　　 "I see, by the way, I have to rent a house that can be used as a recording studio. It must be close to the school. I have missed too many classes recently."

　　 "This is a bit difficult, the noise problem... I will try my best." Hayden left.

　　 "Near the school..." Al, who heard their conversation, stopped talking.

　　 "How?"

　　 "Do you know the big A?"

　　 "Yes, well-known DJ, I saw him last time at Little Lowry's party."

　　 "Big A’s radio station is not far to the west of your school. I listened to his show last night and he said that he wanted to sublet some of the empty rooms on the radio."

"Oh?" Song Ya knows that Big A's radio station is active in the early hours of the morning, and the number of listeners is not much. Besides singing, the content of the program is nonsense. The reputation of Big A mainly comes from his work on various big radio stations during the day. Program guests. "Forget it, his kind of person..." He recalled how Big A was holding a leaf in Little Lowry's house, "I rent it with him, and I will follow him if he hides a poison, a gun or something. And the security in the west is not good."

Al smiled, "No, Big A is a very chicken thief. He has been in the west of the city for more than ten years and has never had an accident. All his career is on that radio station. He will only be more careful than you. He is still half his own."

　　 "Half of me?"

　　 "Yes, he belongs to another gang under GD (Gangster Gospel), and he has a good relationship with the Hell Bobcat."

　　 "Al... I just left Nancheng and Old Joe Music without wanting to get involved with the gang."

　　 "Well, you have the final say."