"So, you're going to make the sound clearer and more penetrating, but you want to give the listener a sense of coming from the far end, right?"

In Walt's small office, where he and his men were discussing technical issues with Songya, a Columbia Records lawyer sat in the other corner with Hayden, chatting quietly.

"Probably so, how to describe it? Well...... It's like...... It's like there's a mist between me and the audience, you know what I mean? ”

Song Ya tried his best to describe the feelings that the original song brought to him accurately.

"I understand, I understand." Walter glanced at the mixing bull beside him.

"Let's try it with an iron cage first." The mixing bull shrugged.

"Help me find out Miss Kelly's itinerary." Walter immediately picked up the phone and spoke.

The fax machine in the 'Zizi ......' room began to work, and contracts were spit out.

Song Ya took it from Al, and looked through it carefully, and the contract that Goodman had reviewed had been revised in many places, most of which were minutiae, but there was a sentence in which the "creation" in the sentence "all the songs written before the release of the first order and the first album" was changed to "lead singer", so that the scope of his responsibility was greatly narrowed.

"No, why didn't I notice this before, it's good that Goodman is there, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to write songs for other record companies before the first album was released......"

He glanced at the opposing lawyer who was walking towards him and handed him the contract.

"Not bad."

After reading the revised version, the lawyer did not have the slightest embarrassment of being punctured, and flicked his finger on the contract, "Yes, I will print out the official text according to this." ”

When he left the room, the phone rang again, Walter picked it up and hummed a few times, and then said to Song Ya: "It just so happens that the iron cage has three days of free time, and Kelly has gone to do publicity." ”

"Wow, so I'm going to use Mariah Carey's studio, right?"

Song Ya heard Walt's meaning, four of the singles of Mariah Carey's debut album had the momentum of winning the Billboard chart in turn, and she is currently the fastest female singer in the whole meter, and she is also recognized as the successor of DIVA......

Sony Colombia is so highly praised, and there is no doubt that the recording studio she uses must be the best in the world.

"It's only three days, you have to hurry, and it's best to start tonight." Walter reminded.

"Thank you anyway, Walt."

The two sides communicated many technical issues, mainly at the request of Song Yati, and the other party sketched the way to achieve it, and before a few hours passed, the lawyer sent the text of the contract over, which had been signed by Motura.

"It turns out that Motura is ...... in this building"

It seemed that he was still a small character for Motura, and Song Ya double-checked all the texts before signing his name on them.

The first album with no deadline is sold to Colombia, and in the case of the first order I feel it coming, the producer A+ Records and Song Ya, the songwriter, lead singer and producer, can get a total of 70%, and the distributor Sony Columbia Records gets 30%, which is a very standard distribution contract. Of course, Song Ya also had to pay for the temporary help of Walt's big men, as well as the rental fee of borrowing Sony's Columbia record equipment, and some other miscellaneous costs.

"It's a pleasure to work with." Everyone present shook hands and greeted each other.

"This is a person who whispers?" Hayden laughed privately with Song Ya.

"Maybe Sony Colombia has a different definition of soft-spokenness." Song Ya also smiled.

In the evening, Song Ya stood in the recording studio codenamed 'Iron Cage'...... Below.

He walked into a very wide old-style fence elevator, not that Sony Columbia couldn't afford to replace the new elevator, but deliberately made it old-fashioned, just to conform to the overall style of the 'iron cage' and spared no expense, very wealthy.

Taken by elevator to the upper floor, it is indeed worthy of the name of the iron cage, the semi-circular recording studio is very small, and there is a feeling of being locked in a cage when you stand inside, according to Walter, this is specially designed according to the characteristics of Mariah Carey's voice.

Because of its small size, there is nothing but a microphone and a long table behind the glass facing the control room outside, on which are placed some small items.

Song Ya casually picked up a calendar next to the white porcelain cup, on which in addition to the handwritten itinerary, there were also some self-encouraging capitalized words.

"Don't touch any of Miss Kelly's personal belongings, APLUS!" Walter warned outside.

"Uh, okay." Song Ya put the calendar down.

The control room outside with imitation wood and light yellow as the main color is very large, the sofa against the wall has no sense of existence, and the whole room is full of various equipment on the side of the recording studio, in addition to some of the top brands that can be named, there are many of them are simply a smooth metal cabinet, with their respective name labels pasted on them, some of which are devices that have not yet been publicly listed by various companies, and some are simply made by Sony Columbia's technical team.

The bulls debugged the equipment, "Let's get started." Walter ordered.

Song Ya opened his throat and recorded a short section.

I went out to the control room, put on headphones and listened, and it was really different, the sound design of the iron cage was just right, so that the finished product had an overwhelming sound pressure effect.

"And then we did what we thought before...... "The mixing guy over there played another version that had undergone preliminary post-processing."

"Wow......" Song Ya found that the misty feeling in the original song had reappeared.

Song Ya made a few comments, went in and recorded them again, and then came out to brainstorm with Walt, and then revised them...... Gradually, the big bulls who completed the task ended their work one after another, and there were fewer and fewer people in the control room.

"So be it." Walter glanced at Delai, who had entered the door with a bag on his back, "If you're satisfied, you can record it like this." ”

Song Ya looked at the clock on the wall and pointed to five o'clock in the morning, "I'm satisfied, thank you, Walt." ”

Walter patted the back of the staff member who had fallen asleep in front of the mixer, "Ask him if there is any problem with the operation of the equipment, three days, remember, only three days." ”

"I understand."

Song Ya sent him out the door, came back and said to Delai, "Let's continue." ”

"Can you hold on?" DeLay placed the bag next to Al, who was snoring on the couch.

"I'm sixteen years old." Song Ya smiled and pressed the pager and asked for something to eat and coffee, "You just heard it, we only have three days." ”

Three days later, Song Ya, who had only slept for a few hours, finally got the version she wanted, and fell asleep soundly on the couch, while DeLay would take all the master tapes for the final mixing and editing.

After sleeping for a long time, he heard Al and a woman arguing outside the door.

"This is my studio! I'm going in! ”

"I don't care what APLUS he is! No one is allowed to use my studio! ”

"I don't know him!"

The door was pushed open, and Song Ya saw Mary Carey, who was dressed at home, come in in a huff, and Walter followed behind with an embarrassed expression, "Three days ......" he pointed to the watch on his wrist.

"Damn, I overslept." Song Ya got up in frustration, and somehow, when she saw Mariah Carey's angry appearance, she couldn't help laughing.

"It's you! You're laughing again! Mariah Carey recognized him, and was about to cry with anger, and rushed forward and slapped Song Ya with her hand like a fly, "You laugh at me again!" You're laughing at me again! Don't laugh! ”

"I apologize, I apologize! I won't laugh anymore......" Song Ya grinned and rolled up her things indiscriminately, and was kicked out of the door by her.

The door was closed again, "Tommy! Walter ...... "She's already dialed her cell phone and started complaining."