Chapter 12

Song Ya trumpet, little Lori playing African drum and singing, two people cooperate to rough the whole song.

After listening to the agent, he tilted his head and looked at Song ya, "are you really the main trumpeter in your school?"

"Well, yes, it used to be." Song Ya quickly took out his prepared speech, "because I lost interest in music a while ago, and I lost interest in music, so I fell back a lot, and I I was very nervous just now

"Yeah, he's distracted. He's stupid enough to concentrate on his studies. His math score is a +, so we call him aplus, ha ha..." Tony helps explain.

"Is that unreasonable? With such a high degree of completion, do you... " The agent said half of a sudden shut up, took out a cigarette holder, put a silent camel, "forget it, now don't worry about these small things, I'll take you as a genius."

"Yeah, Alec, do you hear him? You're a genius. You're a goddamn genius... "

"Shut up, Tony."

Tony, did you light your cigarette

"Yes, CI, Qu, and this demo." Song Ya can feel that the other side is hesitating. Xiao Luorui has already hinted that AK has refused to cooperate. If the agent holds a negative attitude again, the road will be completely broken.

On the other hand, song Ya is not worried. After all, he is the one who has a good song and the other is eager to get the last straw. As long as we keep the copyright as the rear area, it is only the difference between early and late, more and less, as long as the other side is sharp enough, it is not difficult to see the opportunities here.

Little Lori was completely empty, his eyes swaying on the ceiling, his legs swaying freely, and his face was nothing to do with me.

"I'm here to save you, little Lori!"

Song Ya cried in his heart, he has been very sure that little Lori is still hidden in the drum by his agent and music company boss.

"Well, let's go to the company first."

The agent snuffed out the cigarette end with his thumb and forefinger. "AK, you go get my car out." He kicked little Lori's leg again and cried, "move, move! Let's go

"Muffler" patted song Ya on the shoulder, "cool!"

Tony was as happy as a child with hundreds of pounds. He jumped up and clapped little Lori and AK, and then went downstairs with song Ya in his arms. "I knew you could do it!" He yelled.

When he got downstairs, he pulled song Ya away from him and whispered, "did I speak a little bit more just now? Did I help you?"

This elder brother is really a man of thick and thin, and he is also very good at using this point. For example, in the last incident of lighting a gun in the basketball court, he later said that the children who played in that basketball court were generally children with good family background and education, so he dared to do so. If the conflict place was changed into a slum area, he would never be stupid enough to fight others.

But he didn't have a doorkeeper.

"No more..." Song Ya wryly smile, "isn't it all about the relationship between you and little Lori?"

"Yes Tony is very fond of this, "you are all my brothers, brothers should help each other in this way..."

Xiao Luorui and his agent went downstairs at last. They could see that they had a quarrel just now. Xiaoluorui angrily opened the Toyota door of the "muffler" and sat on it.

"You

Song Ya pointed to 760 Volvo's agents, but he didn't open it.

"Flatter him." Tony reminds me.

"Don't worry." Song Ya separated from him and took the front seat of Volvo.

"Luxury cars just feel different."

After grinding his buttocks on the comfortable leather seat, song Ya thought, "when we are developed, we will drive a Volvo, and we can also support domestic products. Eh? There seems to be something wrong... "

"Do you have an agent?" See the agent in the back seat.

"No. Er I don't have the experience. " Song Ya answered truthfully.

"Really?"

The agent was a little incredulous. "Who taught you to file this kind of knowledge?"

"I asked a lawyer for advice. He gave me advice." Song Ya observed that little Lori's agent was about 50 years old. He looked like a little Mexican. He acted succinctly and decisively. He had style. He looked at cars and had good economic strength. He was bossing people around and had a strong desire for control.

But the agent can bring help to his income and career. His personality is all details. Moreover, he is the agent of little Lori. It seems that he is also al's, and at least he won't be an outsider. If you don't have an agent or a way out, you might as well

"Er You... " Song Ya thought about the relationship between the interests and decisively opened his mouth.

"Pablo."

"Yes, Mr. Pablo, can you be my agent?" He asked.

The two met in the rearview mirror.

"There's no problem in principle, but before I become your agent, I want to make it clear to you about copyright." Pablo said: "Qu, you have no problem, but the word, it's better to give it to little Lori.""Why?" Song Ya was surprised.

"The lawyer you're looking for doesn't know much about rap circles. Whether it's the old style or the politics later, gangsters and rappers are either expressing themselves or expressing their opinions on various issues. The early rappers all come from the bottom, and they don't have the financial ability to make a good accompaniment. Many of them are just playing with others' music or simply sampling other people's music Questions. But you think, if the rap singer's content is not his own, then who will sing is not the same? In any case, this industry does not need to be a high pitched singer or a good voice production skill. To be honest, the threshold is not high. If you don't say what you want to say and sing what you want to sing, what's the difference between them and the idol singers that big record companies are all for? If a rapper can't hold his head up, he will be ostracized and ridiculed by the whole circle. "

Pablo said, "and the lyrics of your song have to be changed."

"Er Eh... "

Song Ya touched his upper lip and his lower lip, but he stopped talking for several times. He had never thought that there would be such a problem before. But he was very clear that once the copyright of the word was lost, his share of the rights and interests would be lost?

"You can think about it."

Pablo didn't keep up the pressure, picked up the Motorola brick and started calling, "Hey, old man! I need your saxophone Now It should be a big business OK, we have a deal Well, you'll be downstairs in ten minutes. "

"Go to old Morgan's house." After the call, he said to AK.

Ten minutes later, he received an old black man with an instrument box and dressed in the style of the sixties and seventies.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, dressed like this, old man, where are you going?" Pablo teased at each other's bright chest pocket towel.

"No Didn't you say there was a big business? " "Don't play with me, boy! If it were not for you, I would not have gone out so late

"To old Joe. What do you think I'll arrange for you? Restaurant accompaniment? Can you do with this old bone? "

"I have so many opportunities to perform! Now every venue is inviting people who can play saxophone

"I know, I know, and you all have to thank Kelly king. You see, kids this young are now composing with a lot of saxophone."

"Damn it. I don't thank him. My skills are ten thousand times better than him."

"Really? I've seen you play his music, and I feel you're almost out of breath. I'm afraid you'll lie down on the spot

"Fuck you, I'm talking about technique!"

Pablo and old Morgan had lost a few words. He was a different face in front of his old friends.

Soon after arriving at the destination, AK stops the car, song Ya gets out of the car, looks up and sees a high signboard "old Joe music company". The neon light is very dim, and several letters are no longer bright.

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