"Don''t blame me for not warning you, alee. As long as little Lori doesn''t agree, as long as he says no, then everything will stop. You can''t disturb him any more. You can do whatever you like with this broken song!"

    The next day, on the driving Toyota eagle, Tony took out the cassette after listening to the demo and threw it back to song ya.

    "Well, I''ll try to make a single myself."

    The disadvantage of disclosing to Tony first is that song Ya intended to win more, but now he is regarded as a speculator. Of course, it''s angry to say that you make a single. In this era, if you want to make a single, you have to take a very tortuous and difficult road. If you just want to get the strong promotion of DJs from large and small music stations, you need one of them: the excellent quality of music itself, not to mention the excellent quality of the music itself, the singer''s drilling ability is still a little full.

    "Cool."

    A word popped out of the muffler and parked outside an office building, where the Chicago office of the composers'' Association was located.

    "How expensive..."

    Song Ya looked at the price tag on the coin counter beside the car, bared his teeth, put in a few steel bars, and could not help complaining: "I said I would come alone."

    "That won''t do. I have to keep an eye on you now."

    Stepping into the building, Tony looked left and right and sighed, "it''s really white here."

    Indeed, the urban elite area is almost entirely white territory. This is the real Chicago, the world''s top academic, art, legal, financial, industrial and commercial, press and publishing Town, and the hometown of skyscrapers. White collar men and women in high-end suits and professional suits are in a hurry, and their life rhythm is complete. They are two worlds in Nancheng.

    Walking to the door of the elevator, a young white woman waiting there saw the three of them. She subconsciously stood a few steps away, changed her bag on her shoulder, and moved it from the near side to the far side.

    “NAZI！” Tony whispered a curse.

    The elevator door opened and the three entered, and the woman remained where she was, looking down at her toes as if there was a flower there.

    Song Ya felt that Tony''s anger could not be suppressed, so he quickly pressed the elevator door.

    "Look! It''s the last decade of the 20th century, and the white people still have this virtue! They assassinated Dr. King and sealed off 51 districts... " Tony went back to the whole thing about racism and white conspiracy.

    Song Ya is also used to it. At this time, his brain will automatically filter out Tony''s voice. Now he has a goal to maximize the power of the plug-in and improve his life.

    The filing procedure is very simple. Pay the money, leave the name and contact information, put the cassette and score in the file bag provided by the composers'' guild, and live together. Song Ya reconfirmed with the staff that the information provided by Goodman was accurate. Although there was no copyright in this kind of filing, the time and content of the filing were very strong evidence for him when he filed a copyright ownership lawsuit, which could provide him with good protection.

    "It seems that you are really playing, really..."

    Watching song ya go through the filing process in an orderly manner, Tony''s suspicions disappear a lot.

    "Nonsense, I''m running out of money from Aunt Susie." Make complaints about song ya Tucao.

    The three people came out and the muffler started the car and drove directly to the downstairs of little Lori''s house.

    Although little Lori is a rap boy, he is not a slum kid. He lives in a high-rise apartment that is old and has access control and property management.

    Three people were put upstairs, AK had been waiting at the door, and after a set of black greetings, they were welcomed into the door.

    The living room was large and covered with classical carpets.

    Little Lori lay lazily on the sofa, holding a guitar in his arms, and was obviously unhappy, "Hey, aplus! Comeon！ Let''s see your music He beckons to song Ya and shouts in a jocular tone.

    "Well, OK."

    Song Ya takes out the demo cassette and music score from the bag. AK next to him smiles and takes it over, "all sit down." He pointed to the sofa, turned around and threw the score to little Lori, and the tape was inserted into the double card recorder.

    "Hey." Tony didn''t seem to feel the embarrassment in the air. He ran over to sit next to little Lori, put out his fist, and said with a friendly smile, "thank you for this opportunity, brother."

    Little Lori laughs helplessly and punches him. He doesn''t speak. He just pours at the tape recorder.

    His family''s dual card recorder is the most popular style for black people to carry on their shoulders to the court or lie on their backs. After a murmur, song yazhinen''s singing was followed. The song of the second-hand store was not long. More than three minutes passed quickly, and then there were only a few murmurs of tape idling.

    AK, turn off the recording.

    Tony stares nervously at little Lori''s face.

    Song Ya''s attention is focused on another person, Xiao Lori''s agent. Just as the song was playing, he came out of the room and stood in the corner, with his hands around his chest, listening carefully. This is what he asked Tony to do. He promised Tony that if little Lori said "no", he would turn around and leave, but in exchange, his agent must be present. Because the new college was almost certain to fail, little Lori might be kept in the dark, and the agent who was shouting "we''re done" must have known their current situation. However, people of his age will not let people see through the reality easily, and they will keep a straight face throughout the whole process."Well..."

    Xiao Luorui thought carefully for a moment. The score was in his hand. He had just listened to the music score. Limited by the conditions, song Yalu had no accompaniment at that time, and the background was only the mechanical sound of the metronome. Tony didn''t think highly of it after listening to it. Xiao Luorui, who knows music, must be able to see the things behind it.

    "Drum and Saxophone?" Little Lori didn''t say no.

    "Yes." Song Ya sighed with relief, pointing to the music score on the other side''s hand, "there are other instruments used in the back."

    "I know, I know..."

    "The lyrics are very interesting..." He clapped his hands, picked a paragraph and hummed.

    "This is what Alec thought when he was shopping in a second-hand shop. It was the day when we shot the MV. Ha ha, this little smart guy." Tony explains for Sonya, "what''s up? Isn''t it good? "

    "The degree of completion is very high." Little Lori raised her eyebrows and looked at Song ya.

    "Really?"

    Tony''s music is in bloom. "I said," this boy has something. He is the main trumpeter in our school orchestra. The teachers like him very much. The equipment for recording this song is borrowed by the teacher! His own expectations of this song are also very high, guess what? Before we came, we went to prepare this song What are you prepared for? " He looked back at Song ya.

    "My brother, shut up quickly..." Song Ya lamented in his heart, but he could not help but answer: "put on record."

    "Yes, yes, record!" Tony couldn''t stop talking, "you don''t know, we met a white girl when we were waiting for the elevator, saw us..." He imitated the woman''s pinching posture of changing her shoulder for the bag, "just like seeing a robber..."

    "Wow Record... "

    Little Lori smiles and hands AK the score, and the man lies back.

    "Racial discrimination! That''s racism! It''s Nazi! When you see nger, you think of the thief... " Tony is still there.

    AK flipped the score and said, "I don''t think this song is suitable for you, Lori..."

    "What?" Tony''s dumbfounded. Look at AK.

    "Er..."

    After a long pause, AK said, "this song is about buying secondhand clothes and things in general, isn''t it? Lori, your people are cool, handsome, young and fashionable. If you are so boastful about the fun of buying second-hand goods Will Will those young girls Well You know what I mean

    "Hey, AK, you..." Tony wanted to get angry with AK, but he didn''t have much confidence. He looked back at little Lori. "What do you think of Lori?"

    "Well..."

    Little Lori shrugged. "I respect AK''s opinion on this professional issue."

    "Good All right Tony''s eyes darkened.

    AK took out the tape and handed it back to song Ya with the score.

    "Thank you." Song Ya Chao smiles, his heart is much brighter than Tony, there is nothing to say, it seems that he has to find another way.

    "Er Wait a minute. "

    The silent agent suddenly said, "Ali? Is that right? "

    "Yes." Song Ya nods.

    "Tony said you were a trumpeter, and you used saxophone and drum for this score? Why don''t you Why don''t you play a trumpet instead of a saxophone? Right here, we have trumpets, drums... " He thought about it and snapped his finger at AK. "Go to the room and bring the trumpet and the African drum."

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