Chapter 116 Baby Face

Sony Columbia is in need of itself, so it shouldn't be a problem to let their Asian branch sign someone. After all, in order to compete for Donnie Braston this time, it is possible that I will take the blame. Of course, Song Ya didn't plan to break her promise if she really signed Tang Ni, she really has a good voice.

As for another pure female voice version of Empire State of Mind, Song Ya hasn't figured it out yet. He won't take out this kind of song that must be sent out if he doesn't get enough benefits for himself.

He lay comfortably on the hotel bed and turned on the TV.

There seems to be another big news in Los Angeles. A few days ago, a black girl in her teens was found stealing from a shop of Silla descent. The black girl who was about to go out was shot and killed.

According to Song Ya's rough understanding, the black girl's progress from stealing to beating the shopkeeper constituted robbery, and the shopkeeper was obviously threatened personally. The point of controversy is that the proprietress shot the girl from behind when she went out, and aimed directly at the head. This should have been a purely legal issue, but unexpectedly it was turned into a racial issue, or between African-Americans and Asian-Americans .

It was embarrassing to be reversed and slapped in the face of the previous Rodney King incident, but this time it was a black man who caused trouble and was killed instead...

Song Ya didn't even bother to call and ask Michelle, and she probably was also in a state of distress.

"It's a good thing that Silla people are not Chinese people..."

Now he is annoyed when he sees this kind of news, so he directly turns off the TV.

Jingle Bell……

The room phone rang, "Hello." Only Song Asheng knew that he was staying in this room, and hotels usually don't call to harass guests at night, so he picked up the phone and spoke in Chinese.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, "APLUS?" An old black man asked with doubts.

"You are?" Song Ya was a little surprised, and the voice was quite familiar, "Mr. Steven?" He remembered that it was Steven, the executive of Atlantic Records.

"Yeah! I thought I made a mistake, hahaha..." Steven laughed, "Is it convenient for you now? We want to come up and have a chat with you, of course, if you come down, we are in the hotel lobby."

"How do you know I live in... wait, you guys? Who else?"

"BABYFACE."

"..."

"Don't hide, boy, my old bones were dragged here from New York, and I was almost exhausted." Steven laughed.

"Okay, you guys come up."

Song Ya felt a little creepy, is her whereabouts so easy to check? Is it on the news again? No, even a reporter wouldn't know exactly which room he lived in, would he? Even Hayden and the others don't know...

Is this BABYFACE too powerful? Can this come to your door?

He put down the phone and called Song Asheng over to embolden him.

"Hello……"

Steven was the first to enter, and a handsome young black man followed him. It was indeed BABYFACE. Song Ya knew that the other party was in his thirties, but he really didn't look old, and he didn't know what the stage name Babyface was. Not by looks.

"Is this your elder?" Steven looked at Song Asheng and asked.

"That's right." Song Ya let them sit on the sofa in the suite.

"What are you...how..." He had to figure this out first.

"Hey, boy, you made him anxious, he spent a lot of money to find you as soon as possible." Steven pointed to BABYFACE and laughed.

"APLUS, you are still young and don't know much about how the media and paparazzi work." BABYFACE leaned on the sofa and didn't hide anything.

The media and the paparazzi have a cooperative relationship, the paparazzi are like mercenaries,

When they take photos of the whereabouts or news of celebrities, they will submit them to various media in exchange for rewards. But the editors of the media also have to pick and choose. You can’t buy all the news. There is a process of elimination. For example, Song Ya arrived in Sunnyvale. Although she was photographed by the paparazzi, she was not topical, so naturally she would not be selected by the media. .

And there is an underground black market between paparazzi and paparazzi, and the trading center is Hollywood. Some misbehaving paparazzi will send these unsalable 'useless' news to Hollywood middlemen, such as APLUS arriving in Sunnyvale. Class, for BABYFACE this kind of 'conscientious people' to buy.

In fact, Song Ya also bought a similar service. The last time Hayden Chamila's parents got information through this kind of middleman, but the transaction only cost 800 knives, and Steven said it was a lot of money. , it is estimated that this time BABYFACE did a lot of blood to find him.

"Then you don't know which room I live in?" Song Ya asked.

BABYFACE smiled, "I also added money."

Probably because he bribed a certain hotel insider, Song Ya immediately blacklisted this hotel in his heart, and never stayed again.

"Okay, is it because of Tang Ni's business?" Song Ya couldn't pretend to be stupid even after the other party came to him like this.

Fortunately, Song Ya knows BABYFACE, he belongs to Steven and Quincy Jones type of musicians, they all have some legacy of the old jazz age, well-dressed, focus on the upper class and strive to get ahead according to the rules set by white people, and Rakim and Big E and other street rappers are not the same way.

"Of course." BABYFACE was really anxious, and leaned forward towards Song Ya, "Donnie, I have been very optimistic about her since a few years ago. I have a whole set of plans to train her. Sony Columbia couldn't possibly compete. mine."

"To be honest, this has nothing to do with me." Song Ya shrugged, "I don't mean to spoil your business, I just write my own songs."

"I haven't heard that song of yours, but it would be great to make Donnie give up two of my songs and go to Columbia for one of yours."

This seems to make Babyface a little frustrated, "I also know that it is very presumptuous for me to come to you like this, but I still want to reach a cooperation with you. In private, as long as I can sign Tang Ni, you can make an offer."

"My album is released by Columbia, how can I help you? Yinmotula? Are you kidding about my own future?" It's not that Song Ya doesn't want to open it, but he really can't afford it at this price. "You have the energy to buy me, why don't you It’s better to just bid with Columbia.”

"Donnie is already twenty-four years old, and her singing is ruining her voice. What she wants is to become famous, not the hundreds of thousands of dollars." Babyface replied, "It's not that I have no choice, so I won't bother Come to find you in person, Tang Ni will sign a contract with Columbia in two days."

"APLUS, we have a good friendship. I heard about your ranking in New York from Rakim. You made an appointment to join forces again in May, right?" Steven chimed in, "BABYFACE has been cultivating in Atlanta for many years, and his LAFACE The record and previous company Alista Records are also in Atlanta, they will be your good helpers in the southern part of the United States, and everyone helps each other."

Song Ya regretted that she easily agreed to Motura's involvement in this matter. This time, the blame is really not light. If Babyface is disappointed and returns, it seems that the music circle in the southern part of the country will cause trouble for herself in the future. "I really can't do anything. Think about it for me, what should I do to meet your request?"

"Don't give your song to Donnie!" BABYFACE was very direct.

"It's impossible!" Song Ya stood up and said excitedly: "That's Motura! I can't afford to offend him!" He motioned to Steven, "Steven, you won't deny this, will you? Did I tell Motura that you made me do this?"

Steven leaned back and raised his hands, "No, I'm just a middleman. Bringing BABYFACE to see you is considered a mission."

Motura has a very strong position in today's American music circle, not only because MJ and Mariah Carey are under his banner, but he was a figure who called the wind and rain before he became the president of Sony Columbia, with a tough personality and vicious means, otherwise Nor would Sony ask him to helm a company it bought for billions of dollars. Other than the occasional silliness on Mariah Carey...

"look!"

Song Ya sat back, "I'm just a small character, and the release contract for the first album is still in Motura's hands."

BABYFACE refused to give up, "APLUS, have you heard of the Soul Train Music Awards?"

Of course Song Ya has heard of it. It is a music award that is only awarded to black people, and it is generally only awarded to jazz, soul and rhythm and blues musicians. They seem to be prejudiced against hip-hop music, let alone rock and country that white people play, Ma Leah Carey won the award last year.

"We, L.A. Reid, my partner at LAFACE Records, Steven, and Quincy Jones, we have a lot of influence on this award, and the Grammys, we also..."

Halfway through his speech, he was interrupted by Steven coughing, "Anyway, as long as you understand, cooperate with us and help me get Donnie, and you will be rewarded for these awards."

"I will not offend Motura."

"Also, I have a relationship with Hollywood, Eddie Murphy, next year he will use my soundtrack for all his movies, what actor do you like..."

"I will not offend Motura."

"Ah! FXXK!" BABYFACE lost his attitude towards Song Ya, and punched the sofa in anger.

"Everyone has to be reasonable, right? Steven." Song Ya looked at Steven.

Steven nodded with a wry smile.

"There are many excellent female singers, so I don't have to..." Song Ya wanted to fool around again, not to make the relationship too rigid, when suddenly the phone rang, and the number was Mariah Carey's.

"Sorry, I have a call."

He hid in the bedroom and pressed the answer button, "APLUS! Are you my friend?" Mariah Carey started.

"When...Of course, isn't this nonsense?" Song Ya didn't understand why she was unhappy.

"Then why did you give my song to another female singer?" she asked.

"Your...you can't sing? There are rap elements..."

"I don't care, I like that song, I want to sing!" She lost her temper, "Tommy, you tell him!"

It turned out that Motura was beside her, "Uh, APLUS..."

Motula acted like something, "That's right, Mary wants to sing that song, we have to find a way."

"Thinking... thinking of a way?" Song Ya was puzzled.

"Anyway... just think of a way..." Motura couldn't speak at all, "You know, there's no reason for a woman's jealousy, she's heard Donnie's version of Empire State of Mind... just, just I don’t know why I’m crazy, I’m not allowed to sign it... Oh! Don’t hit, don’t hit, don’t do anything! Don’t throw things..."

Song Ya's thoughts came alive when he heard the bang and bang noise over there.

After chatting with Motura, he returned to the two waiting outside, "Where did we just talk?"

BABYFACE didn't speak, and handed over a check for two hundred thousand dollars.

"I will not offend Motura."

BABYFACE gave Steven a wink, stood up with a sullen face, and went to collect the check, but found that there was no stirrup. Looking at it, Song Ya's fingers had firmly pinched the other corner.

"Uh, how about this, in May, I will run a publicity campaign and go to Atlanta..."

"Yeah, there are also the albums of the big professor and N.W.A. The promotions are all rushed together."

"Hey hey, in terms of awards..."

"Over there in Hollywood, I have a female friend who worked with me in the MV, yes, black..."