"Do you believe Donovan's claims? Hollywood's seven major studios will join forces to suppress CAA. ”

When they left, Song Ya and Goodman were left, and the two sat down and chatted casually.

"Unlikely, how can seven companies monopolize it? Opening a joint meeting? As long as there is one traitor, the other six will have to go to court, not to mention that Hollywood has a large number of small and medium-sized film companies. Goodman replied: "However, based on the vigilance of the monopoly, it is really unlikely that they will let the CAA family dominate, and William Morris has a chance to recover the disadvantage." ”

"Every time I sign a contract, I'm too impulsive, and if I get it done on the same day, maybe it will be better to leave them in the air for two days."

Song Ya said with some hindsight.

"Seven and five is already very good, those independent agents will only offer a minimum price of five percent when facing absolutely strong stars, and William Morris also wants to save face."

Goodman turned on the TV, and the bombing of the Iraqi army by the Mi army was broadcast live, "After the Vietnam War, we finally started throwing bombs on other people's heads again. He said.

"This time it seems to be far away from us, and there is not much opposition in China." Song Ya had learned about the turbulent political activities in the middle and late stages of the Vietnam War in history class, and it felt a little strange.

"I'm not mature enough to give me a suggestion, but it's best for your songs to avoid the big issues of anti-war and world peace in the future." Goodman suddenly moved on to another topic.

"Why? That's what the singer mixes up with. Song Ya asked.

"Times are different, in the eighties, the CCCP bombed Afghanistan indiscriminately, and we needed these things based on propaganda considerations. MJ is a jackpot of people, with a good image, philanthropy, caring for children and the poor, anti-war, anti-racism, constantly running around the world to call for peace, and you know, the most crazy MJ is the Eastern Europeans under the control of the former CCCP, and for a reason. Now......" Goodman stopped talking.

"Now what?"

"The country should learn the lessons of the Vietnam War, and it will no longer allow sports stars and politicians to frequently provoke anti-war issues, this is the general trend, people will not fall in the same place twice, and the country will not be the same. CCCP drops bombs, we need to call for world peace, the whole world promotes MJ, we throw bombs ......"

"The country doesn't need MJ anymore, can it still affect his singing and professionalism, and affect the audience's preferences?" Song Ya was a little unconvinced.

"The MJ siblings like to do this, they are both addicted, and the methods of success will change with the times...... Let's hope they notice. Goodman turned off the TV.

"If you don't sing about big issues, do you really sing about big thick gold chains and big gold watches, money, guns, drugs, cars, women, gangs, and violence?" Song Ya thought about it carefully, and laughed first, "Isn't that what black rappers are best at?" ”

"Add a little anti-racism to elevate the style, it's perfect!" Goodman smiled too.

Song Ya slept in the office for a while, and when she left for school in the morning, she met the building property manager at the door.

"Your company is getting more and more letters, and the mailbox is filling up too fast."

He handed Song Ya a large pile of various mails to sign, and took out a piece of paper, "Can you sign for my wife?" She's your fan. ”

“……”

Song Ya smiled and signed it, gave him a tip and sent him away, casually dividing the mail into several categories, advertisements for various musical instruments and recording studio equipment, product catalogs, etc., he threw these on the table in the control room, and Delai would watch and deal with them. Advertisements for real estate, luxury goods, and even yacht companies began to appear, and these companies were keen, knowing that the singers were rich, and the mailings were beautifully printed, and some were simply a thick color magazine, and Song Ya casually threw them and other advertising mailings into the trash.

The rest, in addition to some bills, are emails sent by agents from all over the country, promoting new singers and some rough lyrics or inviting commercial performances, etc., these things sent through formal channels Song Ya will put them on the desk, and read them carefully when he has time. As for the things that are stuffed in through the cracks in the door, they are all agents and even pimps who want to go wild, and the singer's resume is also some local amateurs who don't know how to go through the regular path, most of them are unreliable, and he has long been too lazy to pay attention to them.

I drove the car downstairs to my house, picked up Emily, and the two of them went to school together.

After the initial novelty passed, the students seemed to gradually look at themselves with a normal heart, they all had two eyes and one nose, and the fanatical star chasers were a minority after all. Of course, this is inseparable from his low-key, always wearing homely clothes, baseball caps, always wearing a vertical collar, passing by on campus only looking down at the road, occasionally dealing with the greetings of classmates, and treating people without a stand.

In the afternoon, the orchestra gathered for rehearsal, Song Ya found a familiar position, took out the trumpet from the box, and while concentrating on assembling it, he chatted casually with the left and right.

"There's a new member today."

The music teacher said earlier, "Kasiti McGee, welcome. ”

Song Ya raised her head and saw the good girl standing next to the teacher with a violin, "Hi." She smiled at everyone, and her eyes curled even more as she looked to her side.

"It's so ruthless......" he could only applaud with everyone.

Fortunately, the trumpeter's position was in the back row, far away from the violinist in front, and during the rehearsal, the good girl made a few mistakes, and the teacher was patient, and only warned him, "Cassity, show your level during the interview." ”

Her foundation is okay, and the mistake seems to be the cause of the piano.

"You should go get some better piano and come back, Cassidy......"

At the end of the rehearsal, the principal violinist, also a girl, walked up to the good girl and threw a teaser before leaving with her head held high.

When the other girls in the band heard this, they all smiled and exchanged glances with each other.

It looked like she was isolated on the first day. This kind of tearing up of girls in private schools is nothing more than that, on the surface, they look laughing, but in fact, they are saying things that hurt each other, the kind without dirty words, and then form a few small groups to spread other people's gossip and the like.

Song Yacai didn't bother to care, put away the trumpet, and left while the good girl was slowly packing up her things, carrying her schoolbag.

"Hey...... APLUS！ ”

As a result, he still didn't dodge, and was about to start the car in the parking lot, when a good girl suddenly appeared in front of the car to greet him.

Song Ya was startled, stepped on the brakes, rolled the window open, and looked at her suspiciously.

Today, she was wearing a school uniform, holding a piano case in one hand and a schoolbag in the other, panting and walking around to the passenger car door, "My car is broken, can you take me for a ride?" ”

The parking lot was full of people, and many students noticed it.

It seems that the other party really fought today, this is not a squash court where no one is around, and if it is rejected in public, it is estimated that it will be told as a joke by classmates for a long time when I go back.

"Sorry, Miss McGee, I'm not going to have a girlfriend at school."

Song Ya directly refused, and then started the car.

In the rearview mirror, the girl is embarrassed in the open space after the F150 leaves, bearing the mocking glances from all directions.

However, Song Ya didn't pity her at all, he even felt that it was too late to refuse, he would have hardened his heart earlier, and he would not have had this matter if he had made his attitude clear to the other party.

"It's not pretty, it's far worse than Mira......"

In addition, Mira is about to return to China, and she said on the phone that the crew will probably leave Fiji in early February and return to the Los Angeles studio to continue filming the rest of the film.

He didn't want to make any progress with a kraft candy girl.

He's very busy right now, practicing I feel it coming, which requires a late-night show, and then starting the preliminary preparation for the recording of Remember The Name with DeLay and Al, and having to manage three companies, all in his spare time.

William Morris's side was also moving quickly, and Donovan faxed over a few documents, and they had already selected several acquisition targets for A+ Audio.