“London，London，London……”

“Lady，Lady，Lady……”

In the deep-sea recording studio, Fei Ji, who had just gotten the song, couldn't wait to start recording, Song Ya stayed for another day, as the producer of this song, she still needed guidance, pressed the intercom, "OK, Fei Ji, sing both words at the same time." ”

"At the same time?" Fergie didn't get it right, "LondonLady, LondonLady, LondonLady......"

"No, no, no." Song Ya stopped her, "Say it out at the same time, superimpose the sounds of the two words, Lun Ding, Lun Ding, Lun Ding...... Such. ”

"Lun ding, Lun ding, Lun ding?"

"Yes, go ahead."

"Lun Ding, Lun Ding, Lun Ding......"

"Start over from the beginning."

“How come every time you come around，My London London Bridge wanna go down……”

Halfway through the song, Fergie took off her headphones, "You were inspired by this song when we were in London, right?" She asked.

"Hmm." The lyrics were obviously influenced by the English children's song that Phiggie sang at the time, so Song Ya couldn't help but admit it.

"You bad guy, you've been hiding for so long!" Fergie glanced at her.

"There's no way, the right to sample can't be negotiated." That's all Song Ya can say.

She continued to record the song excitedly, and with a little discernment, she knew that the quality of the song was very good, and she continued to sing while twisting her body to the accompaniment.

"Add your milk at the end of the sentence." Song Ya instructed again.

"Don't you think my milk voice hasn't been cleared?" Fergie asked.

"It's good to add a little personal style, after all, you are the first white female rap singer, a little bit, a little sassy." Song Ya replied.

"It's all up to you." She obediently changed her singing style according to the instructions.

Dion Wilson, who was beside him, took the opportunity to compliment: "You are really a genius APLUS, this song is very suitable for Fergie, and it will definitely be a big hit, except for the metaphor in that aspect, the lyrics themselves will not attract much disgust." The singles I had previously made for her weren't worth a penny in front of this song. ”

"Well, I'll go to New York for a few days, and you can help me keep an eye on here."

Song Ya knows that the current black rap female singers, such as Latifa, have very yellow and violent lyrics, and the popular rap of Phigi is a clear stream among female rappers, and the first white female singer is also a big gimmick, although it will definitely be upset by the black community. He pressed the intercom again, "I'll go to New York for a few days, and then I'll stay in Los Angeles until the end of the year, and you can concentrate on recording songs." ”

"OK, dear." Fergie gives him a flying kiss.

Song Ya smiled at her and left the studio.

The contract was still signed, and the signing Kim Song Ah mentioned two million, which would be paid when her rookie contract expired in 93, as well as various conditions such as assistants, bodyguards and installation fees to match the B-List singer, and Fei Ji also agreed to the most controversial sky-high liquidated damages, which means that she will be tied to A+ Records until 98. At the same time, Song Ya also disbanded the brokerage company under Aunt Susie's name, completely eliminated this hidden danger, and put Jimmy as her independent agent.

The negotiation process at Chuck's house was not pleasant, but Fergie didn't have much capital to fight for her current self, she didn't dare to really turn her face and fly solo, and at the critical juncture when the first album was about to come out.

She was very unhappy after signing the alliance under the city, but after Song Ya took out the London Bridge, she immediately 'burst into tears' and laughed, and she was sticky to herself again.

As Motura said, business is business, and after the business is done, we have time to slowly mend the relationship.

It's just that...... Can it really be 'repaired'? Song Ya looked through the door of the recording studio, looked at Becky who was happily recording songs inside, pursed her lips, left her record company, and set off for New York.

"Walt, how are you doing?"

He went straight to Walt's exclusive room at Sony's Columbia Records headquarters, and as Roberto Clevell said, Walt's life was very simple and boring, and he locked himself in a small space and composed music for the piano with nothing else to do.

"HEY, APLUS, WHY ARE YOU HERE? Feel free to sit. ”

Walt put his hand down from the piano, "Advice?" He handed the score on the piano to Song Ya.

"Uh...... You write yours, I don't have much desire to compose lately, you know, I've been busy with the first release lately. Song Ya made an excuse and declined.

"Don't get lost in it, many singers are silent after the first single, but they have accumulated too much fatigue in the arduous publicity process, and then spend money on revenge to enjoy it, and they will never go back." Walter reminded very sincerely.

He didn't know that he had already had a lot of apocalypse songs, "I won't, thank you Walt." I sat down and watched Walt start playing the piano again, and kept writing and drawing on the score to make adjustments.

"This guy doesn't ask me what happened to him......" Song Ya complained in his heart, seizing an opportunity for him to pause and said, "Walter, I have something." ”

"Please." He didn't even look back.

"You wrote a song for Gloria, right?"

He likes Walt's character very much, and his first collaboration with Sony Columbia Records was helped by him, not counting his identity as an apocalypse plug-in traverser, purely according to the identity of a small creator who was just a song and a little famous at the time, Walt's help in his initial stage can almost be regarded as a grace of knowledge.

So about Hero, Song Ya decided not to play any tricks on Walter and spoke directly.

Walter stopped being busy, he was upright, but it didn't mean that he was insensitive to these things, his straight back became a little rickety, and he was silent for a minute before he asked, "Are you here for Miss Kelly?" ”

"Yes, Mimi told me she liked that song so much, so I came to see if I could help her." Song Ya said.

"Actually, she doesn't have to go into such trouble."

Walt's tone was a little tired, and he shifted his body to face Song Ya, "She just had to say hello to Mr. Motula, didn't she?" She had already asked Mr. Motura to remove the song from the soundtrack, and only one more procedure was needed, and the song was hers. ”

"But what about you? What do you think? ”

Song Ya observed his words, and from his body movements just now, he felt that he still wanted to give the song to Gloria, and was dissatisfied with Motura's removal of the song from the movie soundtrack.

"Does my opinion matter? I'm just a composer who writes propositional essays, I'm not like you, do you know those people who used to paint oil in Europe? He asked.

"Oil paintings?" Song Ya didn't know how he got involved, "Rembrandt, Van Gogh like that?" ”

"No, in the earlier days, it used to cost a lot of money to paint an oil painting, and the painters could only serve the nobility or the monastery, and the nobles wanted what they wanted, and the painters painted whatever they wanted, so the oil paintings that have been handed down at that time were all portraits or biblical stories, and there was no room for self-play, and the painters at most secretly stuffed self-portraits into a certain corner of the scroll. I'm like them now, I don't have the autonomy to write the song, and I can give it to whoever Mr. Motura wants......"

There was a bit of frustration in his words.

Song Ya's brain teaser and a sincere expression, "I can relate to it, Walt." Miss Mariah Carey is really a little wrong to want to steal this song, she told me she knows you have a problem with this matter, you don't want to lose faith with Miss Gloria, right? So she didn't ask Mr. Motura to interfere in this matter again, but asked me to talk to you, she wanted this song to be true, but she respects you and will respect your decision, she cherishes the friendship between you. ”

"I see." Walter said lightly, and then turned back and fiddled with the score.

"So......" Song Ya was uneasy in his heart.

"Hero is hers." Walter played the piano and got back to work.