Chapter 13

Unlike song Ya's music company, which is located at the cutting edge of fashion and fashion, a narrow and thick iron door protects old Qiao's music tightly. It seems that there is no doorbell. AK comes forward to beat hard, and the iron gate makes a dull clang.

"Go and buy some pizzas."

Pablo took a wad of money out of his pocket, took out some of them and handed them to the muffler. "Bring some more to drink." He pointed to an intersection. "Two traffic lights."

"Muffler" quietly took the money to drive. At this time, the bar shaped PEEP on the iron door flashed, and then a black villain with his face tattooed lazily pushed the door open.

"Come on, Carl."

Pablo complained that behind the door was an equally narrow staircase, and he walked first.

Carl and the people who entered the door one by one hit each other. "My brother Alex, you can call him aplus." Tony introduces Sonya to him, Carl nods, and the two get to know each other with another punch.

"It looks like a muffle."

Song Ya murmured to himself that his attention was quickly attracted by the photos on both sides of the stairs. The photo frames were very beautiful. Most of the portraits, whether black and white or colored, had obvious dress and photographic styles of the 1950s, 1960s and even earlier. Of course, all of them were black. Old Joe appeared most frequently, young and middle-aged. It seems that he used to be a famous singer.

"This is me."

Old Morgan pointed to one of them with pride. "Look, what a handsome guy."

The young man in the picture is really in the prime of his life, holding the golden Saxophone in his chest, revealing his white teeth and smiling brightly.

"It's a pity that the age of old jazz is over..." Old Morgan held his Saxophone box tightly, but his slight sadness only lasted for a short time, "damn rock, damn disco, damn rhythm and Blues..." The gray haired old man suddenly turned into angry boy, who blamed his personal failure on the historical process, "damned Kelly king!" In the end, even my colleagues refused to let go.

The second floor is much more spacious. There are two posters higher than others in the hall. One is old Joe, who is deeply impressed by song ya. He stands in the middle with his arms outstretched. Four black aunts are hugged by him. They are all of aunt Susie's bucket shape. Song Ya doesn't know any of them. The other is little Lori and al. In the visual center, little Lori has a straddling guitar, holding a stand microphone in both hands and looking directly at the camera. It's cool. There are some rock stars fan. Al can only lean over, holding a microphone in one hand and making hip-hop gestures in the other.

"It seems that little Lori is the number one in this company."

Song Ya has a clear judgment on the strength of "old Joe's music". Maybe it was brilliant, but now it is definitely out of fashion.

"Call Al and ask him to come."

Pablo snapped his finger again, pointing to the landline in the front desk, "as fast as you can."

AK reached out and picked up the phone from the front desk.

Pablo went on and stopped in front of a door with the sign in the recording. He put his ear to the door for a few seconds, then turned the handle and pushed it open.

Immediately there was a woman's scream.

"Get your pants up and get out of here!" Pablo didn't care. He went straight in and chased people.

In the dark room, a black man with bare arms wrapped his wife's upper body in his coat and slipped out with his head down.

Tony is laughing and yelling outside. He hasn't forgotten to introduce song ya to each other. "This is my brother, Alec. You can call him aplus. Alex, this is Eric, our tuner

"Fxxxyou, Tony." Eric murmured, and the woman next to him gave him a middle finger.

"Come in! Come in

This is a standard recording room. The outer room is the control room. There are mixer, chair, sofa and some miscellaneous equipment. The small room inside is the recording studio. Both sides can see each other through thick glass.

Pablo turned on all the lights. "Get to work! "Hurry up." he opened the door of the studio again and let old Morgan and little Lori in. "Score Song Ya made a snap.

Song Ya took the music from his bag, went into the recording studio and put them on the music stand in front of old Morgan and little Lori.

Xiao Luorui is still holding her breath. She doesn't say a word and doesn't even make eye contact with song ya.

Old Morgan took out his fancy glasses, put them on, and began to open his Saxophone box slowly.

"Come out and say it here." Pablo's command came from the loudspeaker.

Song Ya quickly came out and closed the studio door.

"If you have any opinions, please press this, but don't interrupt them easily."

Pablo pointed to the call button to demonstrate, "when you're ready, start." He pressed into the microphone and said.

"Don't rush, don't rush, I'm old, not like you young people..." Old Morgan's complaint came through the monitor.

"And Eric?" Pablo looked back."Didn't you tell him to go away?" Tony doesn't understand.

"Go and get him back. There's no need for him." Pablo arranged everything and left in a hurry.

Song Ya is the only one left in the control room. He sits in front of the mixer and looks at it a little. In addition to the mixer, there are many equipment he doesn't know. The walls are covered with sound-absorbing materials, which looks very professional. Of course, in addition to the long sofa on the back, it was a mess, and there was a smell of sweat floating in the air, which showed the fierce war situation just now.

The saxophone accompaniment of this song in the second-hand shop is mostly mechanical repetition. Old Morgan tries several paragraphs along with the score, "wth..." He put down his saxophone and cursed, "which stupid x wrote this pile of garbage?"

"It's me." Song ya, embarrassed, replied honestly, remembering that he forgot to press the call button again, "er It's me. " I have to repeat it.

"Today's kids make music, I really don't understand, can you write these popular?" Old Morgan continued to complain and asked little Lori, "do you think it can be red? Sing these things, eh? "

"I don't know," he said He replied.

"Well, children today I really can't understand You know what? When I was your age... "

Old Morgan nagged on and on, and little Lori was too happy to do anything. Song Ya knew that he could not direct them and was too lazy to offend people. Fortunately, before long, Pablo accompanied old Joe to push the door in.

Old Joe was still in his pink suit of the day, "Morgan!" He pressed the call button and yelled, "do you believe I'll come in and rip your old mouth into Lake Michigan to feed the fish?"

It's still that powerful subwoofer. Even his looks are not much different from that old man in pink suit in the second-hand shop MV of Tianqi plug-in. Song Ya wants to laugh when he sees him.

"Aplus, right?" Old Joe put Morgan training honest, turned back and put out his hand, "meet me, I'm the boss of this company, Joe, you can call me old Joe, but I prefer others to call me boss."

"Hello, boss." Song Ya shook hands with him. When the music started, he took the initiative to let him to the back.

Morgan played the saxophone, little Lori sang and African drum, and they honestly passed the song. The effect was much better than song Ya and little Lori.

"Well..."

Old Joe pursed his lips and said, "do it again." He pressed the call button.

While old Joe and Pablo listen to the second time, song Ya's brain is spinning. Tony asks himself to flatter Pablo more. But from the communication with Pablo in the car just now, he and his interests are in conflict. He is the agent of little Lori, and he intends to let himself "let" the lyrics to little Lori, so that he can change his mind, just rely on flattery No. Even if Pablo becomes his agent and he has a conflict of interest with Lori, how he will choose is still unknown.

Maybe it's not a good idea to ask Pablo to be his agent.

But the old Joe and Pablo are completely different. As long as the records can be sold well, as the boss of the music company, old Joe must be in line with his own interests

If you want to understand, just act. After the second time, "Er, boss." Song Ya attracted old Joe's attention. "Well, my inspiration for this song is the day when I filmed little Lori's MV..."

"Mm-hmm, I heard about the second-hand shop." Old Joe replied casually.

"More than that, part of the inspiration is from you, boss." Song Ya continued, "the chorus part, I wrote for you, your bass I like very much."

"Me?" Old Joe was surprised.

"Yes, why don't you try it?" Song Yachao made a gesture of invitation.

"Try it?" Old Joe and Pablo exchanged eyes.

Pablo curled his mouth and nodded.

"Try and try." Old Joe opened the studio door and went in.

After he brewed with the score, the third time began.

I'mgonnapopsometags，onlygottwentydollarsinmypocket

I'm，I'm，I'mhunting，lookingforacomeup

thisisFXXXingawesome！

As soon as a few words were spoken, Sonya noticed that Pablo leaned forward and his eyes lit up.

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