Sony Columbia Records Headquarters Building, New York.

"This version works well, and after a few more days of polishing, I think it should be fine." Walt waited for a studio version of I hate u i love u to finish, and said to everyone present.

"Well, that's it, I'm satisfied."

Song Ya, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, and several other people in the recording studio looked at him in surprise, "Are you sure?" I feel a little bit flawed. Walter said, "For example, in the part of Fergie, there is a lyric that breaks a little bit at the end of the lyrics......

"The broken part can just bring out the sadness of the girl, and it can make the emotional expression more real." Song Ya looked at the pianist, "What do you say?" ”

The pianist shrugged, his playing part was perfect in this version, and he didn't give his opinion on anything else.

"But didn't you say before that you shouldn't even bring a crying voice?" For the first single in her life, and the single that may be a big hit, Phigie is very attentive, she flatteringly took the corner of Song Ya's clothes and shook coquettishly, "Honey, do you want to give me a chance for a few more days?" ”

"I've changed my mind, and I'm not in good shape, so it's useless to record for a few more days." Song Ya explained to her.

"It's true that you've been a little restless lately." Walter asked with concern, "Did anything happen in the two days you left?" ”

"No, let's make a single with this version, I decided, I like this version very much."

He pinched Fergie's face, "Well, you've behaved well, and that bit of broken sound is more flavorful." ”

"Really?" Never questioning his musical talent, Fergi jumped up happily and put her arms around his neck, "Our first song!" Is it finally going to be released? The girl hung on top of him and asked for kisses excitedly.

The two of them have no problem, and the other paid staff in the studio will naturally not have much to do, so this matter is decided.

"Then I'll send the master tape to the factory right away, and then let the publicity and distribution department start the production of the MV? I've heard that Mira's first album is about to be released, and it's going to be a topic of conversation for the two of you to sing together, which is actually a good thing for both parties. Walter said bluntly.

Song Ya smiled wryly and was about to reply, when the door to the recording studio was pushed open, and Goodman probed in, "APLUS." ”

Song Ya's face instantly became extremely serious, and he put Fei Ji down, "Walt, take care of her for me." Then he took off the comfortable civilian clothes he was wearing when recording, took out the prepared blazer and put it on, and calmly walked out of the studio.

"They're downstairs." Goodman and Hayden led him downstairs, and several PricewaterhouseCoopers accountants, led by Samur, were in the lobby to chat with the Columbia record lawyer, who was in charge of signing with Song Ya for the first time, "...... at the last meeting of the Brotherhood of Theta Chi (Greek characters 8 and 22)"

It seems that the two still belong to the same brotherhood, and in the United States, this relationship is iron.

He was accompanied by Hamrin, Yeremov, Taragi and even Donovan, who had traveled all the way.

"APLUS......" The lawyer was not so enthusiastic about Song Ya, "Is it necessary?" His tone was not good.

"Take easy, I changed to an accounting firm, and it's just a normal handover." Song Ya smiled at him.

The other party also sneered, "Mr. Motura is in the big conference room, let's go over." HE TURNED TO LEAD THE WAY, "APLUS? After walking a few steps, he found that Song Ya was still stunned, "What?" Can't move anymore? ”

Piercing balls of light, metal rings carved with the evil dragons of the West, and the low and sonorous sound of the cello sounded in Song Ya's ears.

"Lead your way." Song Ya replied unceremoniously and turned to keep up with him.

The group stopped talking, save for the chaotic tapping of a pair of leather shoes against the marble floor.

A female staff member was waiting for them at the elevator entrance, stuck in the elevator door.

The crowd rushed in.

This time the apocalypse turned out to be pure music, and it was also very much in line with Song Ya's fighting spirit that was currently hiding under the calm exterior, and the metal rings around the ball of light disappeared into the left half of the picture, and a map of an island appeared in Song Ya's mind.

The Columbia Records lawyer took out his temper on the elevator door button, and he first pressed it to feel unresponsive, and then poked it a few more times.

"Is there a traffic jam on the road?" The elevator doors slowly closed, carrying so many people that it was already very crowded, and Goodman had nothing to say.

"It's fine." Samuel laughed.

'Ding', on the middle floor, the elevator stopped, the door opened, and a group of men and women waited outside.

"Go wait for the next shift!" The Columbia Records lawyer shouted unceremoniously and continued to poke the door button.

A city of bricks labeled King's Landing slowly rises from the horizon, with a beautiful horned deer in the center.

'Ding! ’

The floor of the large conference room arrived, and the Columbia Records lawyer was the first to walk out.

Song Ya and the others followed him closely, and the staff members passing by the floor flashed to the wall one after another, as if they were afraid of being knocked down by this large and determined team, and then stepped over them.

The camera pans up to a city with a wolf's head coat of arms and a giant white tree, which is Winterfell.

Outside the large conference room, through the glass, Song Ya and Motura, who was sitting in the middle of the long conference table, looked at each other.

The ball of light reappeared, and on the metal ring, the deer topped over the dragon.

"Hey, Samuel, long time no see." Motula, who also had a bit of a friendship with Samuel, stood up and took the initiative to meet him, "Is it okay to come from Chicago?" ”

"All the best, it's nice to see you again, Mr. Motula." Samur shook hands with him warmly.

"Donovan." Motura crossed over to Songya and shook hands with Donovan behind him.

To the north of Winterfell, a high white wall stretches between the ice fields.

"What have you been up to lately? How is MJ's album preparing? Donovan casually found a topic to greet.

"Everyone asks me, I have an answer, wait and see! Ha ha. ”

Motura smiled and introduced the two sides, and on the other side of the large conference table, there were also many people sitting at Sony Columbia Records.

Song Ya didn't care about his deliberate snub, and quietly watched the people on both sides shake hands with each other.

The scene is moved to a city on the east side of the island.

"Okay, let's all sit down, everyone's time is precious." Motura raised her hand toward the conference table, "We won't talk for long, will we?" Samur. ”

Everyone sat down, "Yes, today is just some early stage communication. Samuel also went over and sat down.

Now, only Songya and Motura remain.

Motura turned her back to the conference table, half of her body stopped in front of Song Ya, leaned her head forward slightly, and whispered in Song Ya's ear, "I'll destroy you, BOY." ”

"Don't get excited, Mr. Motura...... Business is business, and it's just business. ”

It was Song Ya's turn to say this to him, "After this business is done, I think I'll have plenty of time to mend my relationship with you, won't I?" ”

Motura raised an eyebrow and didn't respond, turning to sit back in his seat.

Song Ya smiled at the crowd who were looking at him, and walked towards the only empty seat at the table.

Above the ring, the deer is crowned, the lion and the wolf are dormant left and right, the picture and the progressive music gradually close, and a few letters of what should be the title of the song appear: Game of Thrones......

"Game of Thrones?" Songya observed that Motura opened her mouth and was about to announce the start of the meeting.

"Okay, let's get started." He deliberately rushed to speak before the other party.