Chapter 15

Name:Chicago 1990 Author:齐可休
Taking the opportunity to eat pizza, song Ya carefully observed the honor corner in the office. As a singer, old Joe only had a dubious 10000 record sales trophy, which he won in the 1960s. In other words, this second-hand store is likely to make old Joe reach a new peak in his career as a singer. After years of retirement

It's no wonder that he told Pablo to "don't make things too complicated". Now he is afraid that he is still looking forward to this song than Songya.

Pablo is very strong, yes, but old Joe is the one to say no two in this music company. The boss's performance can be said to be very enthusiastic. After eating the pizza, he immediately put into rehearsal, and his attitude was much more positive than little Lori and old Morgan. In his spare time, he held the phone and kept asking for drummers and keyboard players to accompany him. He also made an appointment for a professional mixing studio with a large company. The schedule was very tight. Song Ya spent most of his time talking about money.

It's a good thing for song ya that old Joe's blood cost is so. Most of their interests are the same.

But Pablo is different. He doesn't conflict with song Ya in the general direction of Xiao Luorui's new college, but he still has the same old problem: lyrics copyright. After he rushed out of old Joe's office, he found little Lori at the first time and asked him to try to modify the lyrics without asking song Ya's permission.

"Hey, kid."

In the office, old Joe pulled song ya to the window and said, "look at them, look at those girls..."

As it was getting late, many men and women gathered in the open space in front of the underground nightclub across the street. They spontaneously formed several circles. From time to time, some people stood in the middle of the circle to carry out various "battles". Whether it was rap with hands or dancing with convulsions, people could exclaim and cheer from time to time. The atmosphere was very high.

"I can't see my face clearly..." Song Ya squints and tries to distinguish.

"I didn't let you recognize people, idiot."

Old Joe pointed to the other side. "So let me tell you, our Eric is the short and short tuner. Just go down and open the door now, pick any one of the girls and say to her," Hey, you're a great singer. I'm very optimistic about you. How about going upstairs with me? Let's record a song and try... " And so on, guess what? "

"Beaten?"

“NO! I'll bet you that 70 percent, no, 80 percent of the girls there, even if they're still nestling in their boyfriends' arms for one second, they'll follow Eric without hesitation the next, and then they'll be stripped of their clothes by him in the recording studio and put them on the sofa for various postures X! "

"Er..."

"What are those girls for? Yeah? For what? "

"A singer's dream?"

"The dream of a singer, a dream of a star, a dream of being noticed, a dream of being talked about, a dream of being loved, a dream of luxury goods, a dream of exquisite life. Women don't like these things!" Old Joe used a lot of parallelism, "especially the women there. The underground nightclub is not open yet. They come here early and sing and dance there. They also make friends and accumulate contacts. Are they just for fun?"

“……”

Old Joe had no choice but to look like a Jew in front of Pablo. How can you be so stupid now! They want to get into the business! They want to enter the profession! If they have a chance to enter the profession after sleeping, they know exactly what to choose. Do you understand? "

Song Ya of course knows that old Joe just wants to make a deal with Pablo as soon as possible. It's true that he has not entered the trade yet. If he is too entangled in economic issues, it may backfire, "I respect you, boss, but Pablo must take my lyrics away. It's really It's hard to accept. "

"If you step back, half and half, do you agree?" Old Joe made a new offer.

Song Ya thought about it and said, "OK." He nodded. Pablo didn't like it very much, but he was satisfied with old Joe's attitude.

"All right, Pablo. I'll go and say, you call the lawyer now, and we'll get everything done as soon as possible."

Old Joe pointed to the phone on the boss's desk. "I have to remind you that if it wasn't for everyone's benefit, Pablo would never have played this way. He could have followed you first and cheated you to sign a brokerage agreement with him before playing tricks! He has been very restrained. He has a gang background. Little Lori has a gang background, so do I. My music company also has Gang shares. In the black District, you can't expect lawyers just like you can't expect police officers. You grew up here too. You should know... " He clenched his hands into fists and made a gesture. "Take it easy. Everyone still regards you as your own now. The white man's tricks should be played as little as possible."

"I understand."

Song Ya agreed and watched old Joe go out of the office. He closed the door, found the number on Goodman's business card from his pocket and dialed it.

"Hello, this is Goodman law firm. It's off time now. If you have any questions, please leave a message..." The phone was transferred to the answering machine.

"Er Mr. Goodman, this is Alexander song, who I met last time. I have an urgent need to consult. If you answer now, I'd like to pay 50 dollars an hour... "

"Ka," he heard from the receiver, "Hi, Alec, this is Goodman. How are you going to pay? I don't have credit here"Hello, Mr. Goodman. I'll pay you cash or check as soon as possible, I promise." Song Ya replied.

"Chuck."

"What?"

"Chuck Goodman, just call me chuck. If there's anything I need to consult, you can tell me. I'm going to time."

"OK." Song Ya told each other the situation he was facing.

"First of all, I don't have the qualification of an artist agent, and I don't know what I'm in. You're in a very deep industry, such as albums, singles, platters, selections and collections For all of these, the songwriter has a different share. If you are not careful, you will suffer losses. So I suggest you seek professional help. "

"Second, I don't know the professionals in your industry, especially those who can be active in Nancheng. But since you say that you have no one to trust, it's better to trust the biggest ones. Their power, professionalism and staff in Chicago are certainly not in question. You can rest assured and save time. Of course, it's inevitable to cheat customers. For new people like you, they'll probably charge the highest 10% commission. "

"Third, don't be afraid to sign a brokerage agreement with someone. First of all, the general broker is about three years at most. The law only allows you to sign the first brokerage contract for a new person like you. If you meet a pit broker, you will be forced to leave the agency after one year. What's more, the law is more inclined to protect you when you are under age. Don't be afraid that they will ignore you. According to your opinion, if the contract is signed soon, the brokerage company will be able to get 10% of the Commission for nothing. They have no reason not to do it. Is there anyone in the world who thinks that the money is too small? A lot of agents have dozens of artists, but you don't have many. "

"At the end of the day, you can try to become a member of the composers' Association after you join the profession, and you will get more benefits at that time."

In the two consultations, Goodman mentioned joining the industry. Just now, old Joe also stressed that they would like to enter the industry first. Besides, song Ya looked at the men and women who were singing and dancing in the open space in the cold wind outside the window, and finally decided to dial wma, one of the largest Artists Agency in the whole meter, according to the number provided by Goodman I'm sorry.

Communication with wma was much smoother than expected. Song Ya was relieved and relieved. He opened the door and walked out of old Joe's office.

"How about it?"

Old Joe and Pablo are standing in the recording room chatting. It seems that they are settled.

"Mr. Pablo..." Song Yachao Pablo laughed apologetically, "my agent promised to come tomorrow."

"It's over! Let's work together to get the new college out as soon as possible! " Old Joe patted them on the shoulder.

Pablo was straight faced. After half a minute, he also chuckled and put out his fist. Song Ya quickly touched him.

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