Chapter 10 Rap

Going downstairs and being blown by the cool breeze, Song Ya thought about it calmly. Although she couldn't solve any practical problems, the purpose of coming to consult was still achieved. At least she clarified the priorities of the matter by herself, so she didn't have to look dark again.

"According to Goodman's thinking, the most important thing right now is to record the demo of the song in the second-hand store first, then take it along with the score to the Composer Association for filing, and finally, find a reliable manager! "

After thinking about it, he went to do it. He found a phone booth with yellow pages, pulled out the number of ASCAP (hereinafter referred to as the Society of Composers), and dialed it directly.

After a long wait, the call was connected, and after the other party asked about their intentions, a series of transfers, waiting, transfers, and waiting...

Taking advantage of this time, he started planning to record the demo.

"For the demo, I'm sure I can't handle the accompaniment, so I'll ask someone for help... Forget it, I can't ask someone for help now."

In the past, Alexander Song was the main trumpet player in the school band. He had good music capital and could read notation. It was because of this foundation, coupled with Song Ya's bad English skills after time travel, that he was able to castrate the original song from the second-hand store into a song suitable for this audience. The version of the era, such as removing the inexplicable "calling" at the beginning, replacing the electronic part, changing the incomprehensible stalk in the lyrics (most likely not in this era), and the white lead singer The 'honky' self-deprecating and more.

But these are not enough. Song Ya's sense of music is poor now, and her creative ability is obtained by "apocalypse plug-ins". Many things are known but not why. Recording demos belongs to the creative stage. If outsiders intervene, it is easy to reveal flaws.

Finally, a person in charge came over the phone. For simple filing, the basic process is very simple. The Composers Association has an office in Chicago, so just make an appointment with there to go through the formalities.

"Then record the a cappella demo. The time is tight and the school is fully equipped, but it's a bit difficult. You have to try it anyway. It's best to finish it all in one day, and take it to the record tomorrow. If you can't make it, just ignore the demo and just record the lyrics."

He made an appointment with the other party for tomorrow afternoon, and he went to the flea market near Chinatown again, and bought two blank tapes and a very cheap plastic electronic watch, LCD screen, MIC, branded goods, CASIQ.

The whole morning passed quickly, and Song Ya felt a little hungry. She dared not enter the nearby Chinese restaurant because it was too expensive. She finally found a white roadside stall and bought a hot dog to fill her stomach.

"I spent too much money this morning. Alas, I'm so poor... I guess it's the shame of the time traveler."

He gnawed on a hot dog and rushed to the subway station. He didn't know when the apocalypse would come again, so he couldn't completely hang himself on a tree no matter what he thought. Take thirty-five yuan, and sell ten yuan for a thin two-page paper... Or, I will take the route of a lawyer? After all, lawyers have the saying that the American ruling class or the spokesperson of the ruling class. Get lied to."

It's only the ninth grade now, which is equivalent to the third grade of Huaguo Junior High School. Everything is still early, and recording the demo is the top priority. Song Ya kept clapping his hands on his legs while muttering words in the vehicle.

When he first time traveled, he didn't care about the original musical talent of this body, and he couldn't appreciate rap songs like "chanting scriptures". Get back the feeling and use it to make a fortune.

Back at school, he went directly to the office to find the music teacher.

"I'm very ashamed of how careless the orchestra was when they played together."

"Due to improved grades in other subjects of study, I have relaxed my musical pursuits, which I regret."

"Please be sure to give me another chance!"

"Yes, I was a little unwell in the morning, I asked for leave, and I feel better now..."

"fine,

I'm all right now, I'm all right, look, how about I dance for you? "

"Well, I just want to borrow the instrument storage room and the equipment inside to record something..."

"No, no, am I the kind of person who takes girls to hide and have sex?"

"You think too highly of me, I can't get leaves... or something..."

"I really really apologize for the mistakes these days, and I swear I will practice hard and get back to the level as soon as possible."

"I used to be your main trumpet player, give me another chance! Teacher!"

"I promise I won't miss another note... Wow, where did you get that necklace? It's so pretty."

"Yes, I really like you..."

"To be honest, I think that teacher Cheryl has bad taste... Yes, yes, yes, her hairstyle looks ridiculous with those big earrings."

"She can't compare to you at all!"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't comment on other teachers behind their backs, but you know, I'm just an upright person, and I say what I say..."

After a lot of good words, I finally got comfortable with the music teacher, and got the key to the small storage room of the orchestra as I wished.

Lock the door, put the newly purchased tapes in the Sony dual card deck, and plug in the Canadian metronome.

"I'm gonna pop some tags, only... ahem."

"I'm... no no no, re-record."

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna...oh fuck wrong again..."

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and there is nothing to do if there are many mistakes. Song Ya can only die. After class, and club activities, when the music teacher knocked on the door and came in, a young man from Huaguo's three good buddhist families had been forced into the road of rapping by cheating.

The effect of the finished product is not satisfactory at all, but it can basically match the score, so that's fine. Anyway, it's for the protection of copyright ownership, and the artistic value is not within his consideration.

After thanking the music teacher, he hurried home. In the evening, he pulled Tony outside and started a showdown.

"FXXXYOU!" Tony was furious when he heard it, which was completely within Song Ya's expectation.

In Tony's eyes now, the success of Little Lowry's first album is just around the corner, something that will undoubtedly happen, when Little Lowry becomes a star, he will follow behind to help and wait for the fame and drink. But the fifteen-year-old younger brother in front of him took the song that he claimed to arrange the lyrics and music, and said that he must find a way to stuff it into Little Lowry's new album!

This is not whimsical, this is called seeing money.

He thought that Song Ya was jealous of Little Lowry's success, and thought of a very clumsy and ridiculous reason to try to enter the arena and share the money!

It's one thing to be Little Lowry's follower and help spend money, but it's another thing to invade Little Lowry's core business and share the money together. Tony doesn't study well, but he's not stupid at all.

"You are such a scum, how the hell do I have a brother like you, if you are not my brother, believe it or not, believe it or not, I will screw your head off!" Tony grabbed Song Ya's collar with both hands and lifted him up Xuankong, "You...how did you become so greedy...stupid...I have long since discovered that something is wrong with you, something is wrong. Where did that Alex from before go?"

"Hey! Hey..."

Song Ya didn't expect Tony's reaction to be so big. It seems that he really values ​​​​the brotherhood with Little Lowry, "Don't be impulsive, listen to me, you will understand!"

"Say!" Tony put him down.

"Hey, first of all, I don't have to inform you about this first. I originally planned to find an opportunity to meet with the boss of Little Lowry Music Company first, but I still have to tell you the truth first, because you are my brother. ,I respect you."

"Secondly, without the addition of my single, Little Lowry's new album would never have been successful, because that day I overheard a conversation between Little Lowry's manager and the owner of the music company..."

"The first 7,000 cassettes, no vinyl record, no digital CD, just 7,000 cassettes... Is this what a successful album should look like?"

"Why should I lie to you? It won't be long before the truth comes out."

"You give up all friendship, give up all emotional factors, and just discuss the matter. Which one of the dozen songs on the album by Little Lowry and Al is good? Which one seems to be popular?"

"The first album only sold 7,000 copies. Is it possible for him to release the second album? He lost money on the first album and has no chance to release the second album. How can he support you and the 'silencer'? Besides, he still has AK and Al..."

"Yes, I have changed, I have become good at calculating, but this change is definitely a good thing for our family! I want to leave this ghost place as much as you do. Do you want to stay in this ghost place forever?"

"My inspiration for this song is the last time I went to a second-hand store, the day I shot the MV..."

"Of course! I assure you that my song will definitely be popular!"

"I'm the main trumpet player of the school band, have you forgotten?"

"Well, you don't need to believe it, and I don't expect you to believe it, but those who really know how to understand can understand it once they hear it."

"You want to listen to it first? Sure, I recorded a demo."

At the end of the day, he was talking and singing, and Song Ya's voice was smoking, and he finally fooled Tony into half-belief and passed the test temporarily.