"Ok……"
Little Lori thought about it for a while. The score was in his hand. He was listening to the score just now. The conditions were limited. Song Ya recorded no accompaniment at this time. The background was only the mechanical sound of the metronome. Tony didn’t comment highly after listening. And the little Lori who understands music must be able to see what is behind.
"Drums and saxophone?" Little Lori didn't say'no'.
"Yes." Song Ya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed to the score in the opponent's hand, "Other instruments are used later."
"I know I know……"
Little Lori read the score over and over several times as he muttered, "The lyrics are very interesting..." He tapped his hand, picked a paragraph and hummed two sentences.
"This is what Yali thought of when visiting a second-hand store, on the day we filmed the MV, haha, this little clever ghost." Tony explained for Song Ya, "How is it? Not bad?"
"The degree of completion is very high." Little Lori raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Ya.
"Really?"
Tony was happy, "I said, this kid has something. He is the main trumpet player of our school orchestra. The teachers like him very much. The equipment used to record this song was borrowed by the teacher! The expectation for the song is also very high, guess what? Before we come, we just prepare for this song... what?" He looked back at Song Ya.
"My brother, shut up..." Song Ya lamented in her heart, but she had to answer: "Record."
"Yes, yes, for the record!" Tony couldn't hold back his chattering. "You don't know, we ran into a white girl while waiting for the elevator, and saw us..." He imitated the woman's twisting gesture of changing her shoulders. , "It's like seeing a robber..."
"Wow...filing..."
Little Lori smiled and handed the score to AK, and the UU reader www.uukanshu.com lay back down again.
"Racial discrimination! This is racial discrimination! It's NAZI! When I saw NGe, I thought of a thief..." Tony was still there.
AK turned over the score and said: "I think this song is not suitable for you, Lori..."
"What?" Tony dumbfounded and looked at AK.
"Uh……"
AK paused for a while before he said: "This song is about buying second-hand clothes and goods in general, right? Lori, your personality is cool, handsome, young and fashionable, if you really sing so grandiosely. The joy of buying second-hand goods... will it... those young girls will... 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 Lori?"
"Ok……"
Little Lori shrugged, "I respect AK's opinions on such professional issues."
"Okay... OK." Tony's eyes dimmed.
AK took out the cassette and handed it back to Song Ya with the score.
"Thanks." Song Ya smiled at him, his heart was much brighter than Tony, there was nothing to say, it seemed that he had to find another way.
"Uh... wait a minute."
The agent who had been silent suddenly said, "Ali, right?"
"Yes." Song Ya nodded.
"Just now Tony said that you are a trumpet player, and you use a saxophone and drum kit for this score? Why don't you...why don't you play the trumpet instead of the saxophone for us? Right here, we have a trumpet , Drums..." He thought about the meeting and snapped his fingers at AK, "Go to the room and get the trumpet and the African drum."
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Song Ya trumpet, Lori played djembe and sang, and the two worked together to go through the whole song.
After listening to the manager, he tilted his head and looked at Song Ya, "Are you really the main trumpet player in your school?"
"Uh, yes, it used to be." Song Ya hurriedly took out the prepared remarks, "Because I suddenly lost interest in music some time ago and neglected to practice, so I regressed greatly, and I...I was very nervous just now."
"Yeah, he was distracted. He was stupid to concentrate on his studies. He got A+ in math, so we all call him APLUS, hahaha..." Tony helped to explain.
"Is this unreasonable? The completion of the song is so high, don't you..." The agent suddenly closed his mouth halfway, took out the cigarette holder, and stuffed a mouthless camel. "Forget it, don't worry about these little things now, I Just treat you as a genius."
"Yeah, Alex, did you hear what he said? You are a genius, so you are a **** genius..."
"Shut up, Tony."
The agent told Tony to shut his mouth, lit his cigarette and smoked, "Have you filed the lyrics and music?"
"Yes, lyrics, music, and this demo." Song Ya could feel the other party hesitating. Little Lori had actually hinted that AK had refused to cooperate. If the agent held a negative attitude, then this way would be Completely broken.
But thinking about it the other way round, Song Ya didn't worry too much. After all, it was him who had good songs in his hands, and the other party was eager to get the last straw. As long as the big rear of copyright is guarded, making money in the capital society of the United States is nothing but a difference between early and late, more and less. As long as the other party is sensitive enough, it is not difficult to see the opportunities here.
Little Lori was completely empty, his eyes moved up the ceiling, his legs dangling casually, and his face looked at me.
"I'm here to save you, little Lori!"
Song Ya yelled in his heart, he was quite sure that Little Lori was still being kept in the dark by his agent and music company boss.
"Well, let's go to the company first."
The agent pinched out the cigarette **** with his thumb and index finger, "AK, you go get my car out." He kicked Lori's leg again and shouted, "Move, move! Let's go!"
"Muffler" patted Song Ya on the shoulder, "Cool!"
Tony was as happy as a child of several hundred catties. He jumped up and slapped Little Lori with high fives and AK. Then he held Song Ya downstairs, "I knew you could do it!" he shouted.
When he got downstairs, he pulled Song Ya a little further, and whispered quietly, "Isn’t I talking a little bit up there just now, it was a waste of help, right?"
This elder brother is indeed a rough and fine person, and he is very good at taking advantage of this. For example, the last time he shot on the basketball court, he later said that the people who played on that basketball court were generally children from nearby families and decent education. So he dared to do this. If the conflict location was replaced by a slum, he would definitely not be stupid enough to fight against others.
But he does not have a door on his mouth.
"Nothing..." Song Ya smiled bitterly, "Isn't it all dependent on your relationship with Little Lori?"
"Yeah!" Tony liked this set very much, "You are all my brothers, brothers should help each other like this..."
Little Lori and his agent finally went downstairs. It could be seen that the two had a quarrel just now. Little Lori angrily opened the Toyota door of the'silencer' and sat on it.
"you!"
The agent didn't care about him, but snapped his fingers at Song Ya, and then pointed at the Volvo 760 that AK had just opened.
"Pat him flattering." Tony reminded.
"Don't worry." Song Ya separated from him and sat in the front seat of Volvo.
"The feeling of luxury cars is different."
After grinding his **** on the comfortable leather seats, Song Ya thought to himself: “In the future, we will get a Volvo to drive, and we can also support and support domestic products. Huh? There seems to be something wrong...”