On the second night Ye Luo came to the United States, there was nothing else to do, just to play.

The night life of the metropolis has just begun, and the lights of Los Angeles at night are red and green, and the lights are stretched into slightly psychedelic rays of light in the sight of the leaves, and every second what you see is different.

Ye Luo obediently sat in the back seat of the supercar, not daring to move.

Marina's car, with only two formal seats, the driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat, is gone.

As a gentleman, Ye Luo naturally gave up the co-pilot seat to Song Yan, and he sat in the back, and there was a seat in the back. On the rear tail cover of the car, there are two leather cushions, and after sitting on them, the feet are placed in the carriage, and the whole person is standing on the top of the carriage.

Ye Luo has seen this kind of car in American blockbusters before, generally speaking, it is a young man driving in front, sitting in his current position, often two long-legged beauties. The car walked slowly, showing both the car and the girl, which was very stylish.

It's the other way around today, it's nothing, it's quite a novelty, but the ferocious Cheng Dù driven by Mai Ruina is completely similar to Song Yan.

The speed of the car is 60 miles, and it is more uncomfortable to sit in this position at night, the wind is very strong, the breathing is not smooth, and it is cold.

But the surrounding scenery is very good, and in front of him, the long hair of Merina and Song Yan was blown up by the wind in front of them, and under the lights of the city, it seemed that the golden holy flame and the black magic flame were shining in front of them, and the fragrance was fragrant.

The cold wind made Ye Luo sober, and the aroma made Ye Luo intoxicated, and he was floating between this soberness and intoxication, and before he knew it, the first field had arrived.

This is a bar, the location is a bit remote in the eyes of Ye Luo, some distance from the lights.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" Merina stopped the car. Ask Ye Luodao.

Ye Luo shook his head.

Merina said, "If you want to find a singer, don't go to the big venue, where the singers and musicians are all signed to small record companies." If you really want to see it, you will have to pay a liquidated damages. Rather than that. It's better to try your luck at this kind of place. ”

"Is there anything unusual about this bar?" Song Yan asked.

"In the United States, many young people with musical dreams will participate in singing clubs to learn from each other and hone their stage experience before they officially enter the school.

This kind of singing club is the most basic organization of American music. Folk spontaneous and non-professional, Los Angeles has a lot of them. This is the base of one of the singers' clubs.

The singers here may still be very jerky and of varying standards, but most of them are young and have potential.

Lots of scouts. All like to dig singers in this kind of place. ”

As she spoke, Merina took out a pair of large sunglasses from her pocket and placed them on the bridge of her nose. Pushed open the door to the bar.

The size of this bar is similar to that of the previous Sky Dome Bar, and the seats are wooden, very old, and the lights are dimmed.

It was eight o'clock in the evening, and it was still early. Bar business is cold. Nothing else.

Merina led Ye Luo and Song Yan to a remote corner and sat down, and asked the waiter for a beer.

Merina was obviously familiar with this kind of place, and the time was pinched, and the three of them had just sat down. The doors of the bar began to open frequently, and many young people either came in groups or alone.

Ye Luo observed silently and found that these people had one thing in common, they all carried musical instruments with them, mostly guitars, cellos, and accordions.

There was one empty-handed, but Ye Luo took a closer look and found that this young man had a harmonica pinned to his pocket.

Look at the bar's humble stage, there are already drums, other instruments are not, and there is also a very old set of audio equipment that should not sound very good.

The young men of all colours, mostly white, mostly men and girls, sat down one after another near the stage, ordered some cheap wine, and then talked and laughed with each other, looking merry.

The owner of the bar is a middle-aged man in his forties, with sideburns and beard, a fat head and big ears, and a pair of arms carved with dragons and tigers, all tattooed.

He had to be 1.9 meters tall, and if he didn't stand up, he sat behind the counter like a hill. Coupled with that horizontal face, you can tell at a glance that it is not easy to mess with, and I don't know which road it is mixed in.

All the young people, including Ye Luo's table, were greeted by waiters, and the bar owner sat firmly behind the counter, pouring beer after beer.

The same big glass of beer, Ye Luo picked it up and drank it, feeling that it was still a little pressing, the cup was about the same size as his head, but in the hands of this bar owner, this cup was like a coffee cup.

The cup handle can only be put in his three fingers, and three or four sips of his head are cups, and Ye Luo is almost stupid.

Ye Luo counted for him, and went down eight large glasses of beer in a row, this one seemed to be drunk, and he stood up slowly, and the fat all over his body trembled.

Standing up, Ye Luo nodded, this hero is far more than one meter nine.

Just under Ye Luo's respectful gaze, the bar owner walked onto the stage, the old wooden stage creaked, I saw him sit behind the drum kit, picked up the drum hammer and turned it around his fingers for more than ten times, played a trick, and said with a full heart: "Let's start." ”

Ye Luo understands that the boss is also from the singers' club, and he also serves as a drummer for this group of bear children.

"The quality of this drum kit is really good." Ye Luo sighed softly.

Merina glanced at Ye Luo, but her sunglasses covered it, Ye Luo couldn't see the charm of this glance, and only heard her say softly: "Don't look down on him, this is Old John, a palace-level drummer in California."

It's just that ten years ago, the lead singer of their band died in a car accident, the band disbanded, he was drunk again, and the record company couldn't stay, so he came here to open a bar, and this song club was also formed by him. ”

"Oh." Ye Luo nodded.

At this moment, as soon as the door of the bar opened, another handsome young man entered, also carrying a guitar.

Ye Luo glanced at it, what a coincidence, he knew this person.

The newly appointed boss of Garbo Records, this is the one who counted him at the gate this morning.

Song Yan also recognized him, frowned slightly, and said softly, "Why is he here?" ”

"Pick a singer, right?" Ye Luo said.

"Who is he?" Merina apparently didn't know the man.

"The owner of the record company next door." Ye Luo said lightly.

"Oh." Merina nodded, "But he's not here to pick a singer, but to sing, and he's a member of the Singers' Club." ”

Ye Luo looked at the guitar on this guy and nodded clearly.

It seems that this person really likes music, and although he has inherited his father's legacy and become the boss, he will still come to participate in the activities of the singing club.

In this way, Ye Luo's disgust towards this person was slightly reduced.

"David." The people in the house greeted him one after another. This guy walked all the way over, bumping fists with the people in the seat, and seemed very familiar, and everyone had a good relationship.

The activities of the singing club also officially began with the arrival of this young man named David.

One by one, everyone went up and sang.

The band plays in turns, except for the drummer, who is always the owner of the bar, and the other band members change from time to time, and it seems that they are not familiar with every song.

Just take care of each other, and soon the six songs are gone.

Ye Luo listened carefully, the drums are really good, he is not a drummer at the palace level in California, this is an old cannon, and he has no job to pick.

All the tunes, you can hear, are led by him.

And this group of young men, the level is actually okay.

At this level, if you put it in China, you can work hard to earn five or six thousand yuan a month, and it is not a big problem to survive, and you can eat this bowl of rice.

But in the United States, they are not at the level of rookies. This bar is not frequented by any other scouts except for myself.

And the level of these people is a lot worse than Ye Luo's requirements for singers.

The sixth singer to take the stage was David.

As soon as his voice came out, Ye Luo's eyes lit up, this guy can, his voice is very charming, and the overall singing level is better than the previous ones. He is also very skilled on the guitar.

But if you listen carefully, the problem is that the young man has an average sense of musicality, and his tone is not stable enough, not that he is out of tune, but the deviation value is slightly larger, and he can't escape Ye Luo's ears.

Song Yan was listening to the song while observing Ye Luo's reaction.

There are only 100,000 dollars left in the company, and it is false to say that she is not in a hurry at all. It's just that her trust in Ye Luo has reached the blind Cheng dù, anyway, with Ye Luo, it is proper.

This Nizi's level of observation and expression is first-class, and at this time, she found Ye Luo's expression moving slightly, and she couldn't help but be surprised: "Aren't you taking a fancy to him?" ”

"Barely in sight. At his level, it's not good to be in charge alone, but I have a way to do it. Ye Luo nodded, and then smiled, "You said that if you sign him and go back to the company to slowly rectify it, wouldn't it be interesting?" ”

"He's the owner of the record company, how can he sign it?" Song Yan asked.

"Mountain people have their own tricks." Ye Luo smiled. (To be continued......)