is different from the music company at the forefront of fashion in Song Ya's imagination, a narrow and thick iron door protects Lao Qiao's music tightly, and it seems that there is not even a doorbell, AK stepped forward and slapped vigorously, and the iron door made a dull clang.

"Go buy some pizza."

Pablo pulled out a wad of money from his pocket, pulled out a few and handed them to the 'silencer', "Bring some more drinks." He pointed to an intersection, "just go through two traffic lights." ”

The 'silencer' silently took the money and went to drive, when the peephole on the iron door flashed, and then a black villain with tattoos all over his face lazily pushed the door open.

"Hurry up, Carl."

Pablo grumbled, and behind the door was an equally narrow staircase, and he walked first.

Carl and the people who entered the door clashed fists one by one, "My brother Yali, you can also call him APLUS." Tony introduced him to Songya, Carl nodded, and the two met again.

"It looks like it's the same stuffy jar as the 'silencer.'"

Song Ya muttered inwardly, and her attention was quickly drawn to the photographs on both sides of the staircase, beautifully framed, and the portraits of the various people, whether in black and white or color, were mostly of a clear style of dress and photography from the fifties and sixties or even earlier. Of course, it's all black, and Old Joe appears the most often, both when he was young and middle-aged, and it seems that he used to be a well-known singer.

"This is me."

Old Morgan proudly pointed to one of them, "Look, what a handsome fellow." ”

The young man in the photo is indeed in his prime, holding the golden saxophone to his chest, showing a mouthful of white teeth and smiling brightly.

"It's a pity that the old jazz's time has passed......" Old Morgan hugged the saxophone box in his hand tighter, but the faint sentimentality only lasted for a while, "Damn rock, damn disco, damn rhythm blues......" The gray-haired old man suddenly turned into an angry boy and scolded all over the place, blaming the course of history for his personal failure, "Damn Kelly Kim! In the end, he refused to let go of his peers.

The second floor is much more spacious, and there are two posters in the foyer that are taller than people, one is Song Ya's impressive old Joe, he stands in the middle, his arms are outstretched, and the four black aunts are hugged by him, all of them are Aunt Susie's bucket figure, Song Ya doesn't know any of them. The other is Lori Jr. and Al, Lori Jr. in the visual center is wearing a guitar cross-body, holding a stand microphone with both hands, looking directly at the camera and playing cool, very much like a rock star, Al on the side can only lean over, holding a microphone in one hand, and gesturing with hip-hop gestures with the other.

"It seems that little Lowry is the number one name of this company."

Song Ya has a clear judgment on the strength of 'Old Qiao Music', maybe it has been brilliant, but now it is definitely not in the stream.

"Call Al and ask him to come over."

Pablo snapped his fingers again and pointed to the landline at the front desk, "As fast as you can." ”

AK reached out and grabbed the phone from the desk where no one was there to dial.

Pablo continued to move forward, stopping in front of a door with a recording sign, and he listened with his ear to the door for a few seconds, then twisted the handle and pushed it away.

Immediately, a woman's screams could be heard from inside.

"Get your pants up and get out!" Pablo didn't care, just went in and drove people away.

There was a moment of confusion in the dark room, and then a shirtless black guy wrapped his coat around his female companion and slipped out with his head down.

Tony was laughing and shouting outside, and he didn't forget to help Song Ya introduce each other, "This is my brother, Yali, you can also call him APLUS." Ari, this is Eric, our tuner. ”

"FXXXYOU, Tony." Eric cursed under his breath, and the female companion next to him gave Tony a middle finger.

"Come in! All come in! ”

It's a standard recording studio, with a control room with a mixer, chairs, sofas, and a few miscellaneous equipment, and a small room inside is a recording studio, and you can see each other through thick glass.

Pablo turned all the lights on and said, "Get to work!" Hurry up" pushed open the door of the studio again, letting Morgan Sr. and Little Lowry in, "Score! Chao Song Ya snapped his fingers.

Song Ya took out the score from her bag and walked into the recording studio, and put it on the music stand in front of Morgan Sr. and Lowry Jr. respectively.

Little Lowry was still angry, dragging without saying a word, and not even communicating with Song Ya with his eyes.

Morgan Sr. took out his reading glasses and put them on, and began to open the saxophone case slowly.

"Come out, say it here." Pablo's orders came over the loudspeaker.

Song Ya hurriedly came out and closed the door of the recording studio.

"If you have any opinions, press this, but don't interrupt them easily."

Pablo pointed to the call button and demonstrated, "Get ready and go." He pressed into the microphone and said.

"Don't rush, don't rush, I'm old, not like you young people......" Old Morgan's grumbling came through the monitor.

"Where's Eric?" Pablo looked back.

"Didn't you tell him to get out?" Tony was puzzled.

"Go get him back, there's no shortage of him here." Pablo arranged everything before leaving in a hurry.

Song Ya was the only one left in the control room, he sat in front of the mixer, and took a look at the place, in addition to the mixer, there were many equipment that he couldn't name, and the walls were covered with sound-absorbing materials, which looked very professional. Of course, except for the long sofa behind it, it was messy, and there was a smell of sweat floating in the air, which showed the fierceness of the battle just now.

The saxophone accompaniment of the song is mostly a mechanical repetition, and the old Morgan tried a few passages along with the score, and "WTH ......" he put down the saxophone and scolded: "Which stupid X wrote this pile of garbage?" ”

"It's me." Song Ya was embarrassed, replied honestly, and remembered that he forgot to press the call button, "Uh...... It's me. "I have to repeat it.

"I really don't understand how the little ghosts make music now, can what you write be popular?" Morgan Sr. continued to complain, and asked little Lowry next to him, "Do you think it can be popular?" Sing these things, huh? ”

It made little Lowry laugh, "I don't know." He replied.

"Alas, children now...... I'm getting more and more incomprehensible...... Do you know? When I was the same age as you......"

Old Morgan's nagging was endless, and little Lowry also looked happy to be passive and slacking off, Song Ya knew that he couldn't command them, and he didn't bother to open his mouth to offend people. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long, and Pablo accompanied Old Joe to push the door in.

Old Joe was still wearing the pink suit from that day, "Morgan! He pressed the call button and yelled, "Do you believe it or not, I came in and tore your old mouth and threw it into Lake Michigan to feed the fish!?" ”

is still that strong subwoofer, and even his appearance is not much different from the old man in the pink suit in the second-hand store MV in 'Apocalypse', Song Ya wanted to laugh a little when he saw him.

"APLUS, RIGHT?" Old Joe reprimanded Morgan honestly, turned around and stretched out his hand, "Get to know, I'm the boss of this company, Joe, you can call me Old Joe, but I prefer others to call me BOSS." ”

"Hello, boss." After Song Ya shook hands with him, the music inside sounded, and he took the initiative to let him go behind.

Morgan played the saxophone, Little Lowry sang and African drums, and the two honestly went through the song, and the effect was much better than the time Song Ya and Little Lowry worked together.

"Hmmm......"

Old Joe pursed his lips and was noncommittal, "Let's do it again." He pressed the call button.

While Old Joe and Pablo listened to it for the second time, Song Ya's brain was spinning rapidly, and Tony asked himself to pat Pablo's ass more, but judging from the communication with Pablo in the car just now, he and his interests conflicted, he was Lori's agent, and he planned to let himself 'let' the lyrics to Lori Jr., wanting him to change his mind, and it probably wouldn't work purely by patting the fart. Even if Pablo becomes his agent in the future, and he has a conflict of interest with Lowry Jr., it is unknown how he will choose.

Maybe it's not a good idea to ask Pablo to be your agent.

But the old Joe and Pablo in front of him are completely different, as long as the record can sell well, the old Joe, as the owner of the music company, must be in the same interests as himself......

If you figure it out, act on it, and wait for the second pass, "Uh, boss." Song Ya attracted Lao Qiao's attention, "That's right, the inspiration for my song was the day when I filmed the MV of Little Lowry......"

"Mm-hmm, I've heard, second-hand stores." Old Joe replied casually.

"No, part of the inspiration came from you, boss." Song Ya continued, "The chorus part, I wrote it for you, and I like your bass very much. ”

"Me?" Old Joe was surprised.

"yes, why don't you try it?" Song Yachao made a gesture of please to the recording studio.

"Try?" Old Joe and Pablo exchanged glances.

Pablo pouted and nodded.

"Try it, just try it." Old Joe pushed open the door of the recording studio and walked in.

After he took the score and brewed briefly, the third time began.

I'm gonna pop some tags，only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm， I'm， I'm hunting， looking for a come up

this is FXXXing awesome！

As soon as a few lines of lyrics were spoken, Song Ya noticed Pablo leaning forward and his eyes lit up.