"Don't blame me for not warning you, Yali, as long as little Lori doesn't agree, as long as he says no, then everything will stop, you are not allowed to harass him again, why do you want to go with this broken song!"

The next day, on the driving Toyota Eagle, Tony took out the cassette after listening to the demo and threw it back to Song Ya.

"Okay, it's a big deal, I'll find a way to make my own single."

That's the disadvantage of giving Tony the bottom first, Song Ya originally meant to win, but now he is regarded as an opportunist. Of course, it is an angry sentence to say that he released a single, and if he wants to debut purely as a single in this era, he has to take a very tortuous and difficult road, just to get the strong promotion of DJs from large and small music radio stations around the world, one of the connections, background, and financial resources is necessary, not to mention the excellent quality of the music itself, and the singer's ability to drill camp must be full.

"Cool."

The car's 'silencer' popped out a word and parked the car outside the office building, where the Chicago office of the Society of Composers was located.

"It's so expensive......"

Song Ya bared her teeth when she looked at the price item on the coin timer next to the car, stuffed a few steel hammers into it, and couldn't help complaining: "I just said that I can come alone." ”

"That's not going to work, I've got to keep an eye on you now."

Walking into the building, Tony looked left and right and sighed, "It's so 'white' here!" ”

Indeed, the elite area of the city is now almost entirely white people's territory, and this is the real Chicago, the world's leading center for academics, arts, legal affairs, finance, industry and commerce, journalism and publishing, and the home of skyscrapers. The men and women white-collar workers dressed in high-end suits and professional suits are in a hurry, and the rhythm of life is completely different from Nancheng.

Walking to the elevator door, a young white woman waiting there saw them, immediately subconsciously stood a few steps away, changed her bag, and moved it from the near side to the far side.

“NAZI！” Tony cursed quietly.

The elevator door opened, and the three entered, and the woman remained where she was, staring down at her toes as if there was a flower there.

Song Ya felt that Tony's anger was about to be irrepressible, and hurriedly pressed the elevator door shut.

"Look! It's the last decade of the twentieth century, and the white man is still this virtuous! They assassinated Dr. King and locked down District 51......" Tony started raving about racism and white conspiracy theories again.

Song Ya is also used to it now, every time at this time, his brain will automatically filter out Tony's voice, and he has a goal now, to maximize the power of the plug-in as soon as possible and improve his life.

The filing procedure is very simple, pay the money, leave your name and contact information, put the cassette and score into the file bag provided by the Composers' Guild, and live together. Song Ya reconfirmed with the staff that the information provided by Goodman was accurate, although this kind of filing is not about copyright, but when he fights a copyright ownership lawsuit in the future, the time and content of the filing are very strong evidence, which can provide him with good protection.

"Looks like you're really playing ......"

stared at Song Ya throughout the whole process and went through the filing process in an orderly manner, and Tony's suspicions disappeared a lot.

"Nonsense, I'm running out of money that Aunt Susie gave." Song Ya complained.

The three of them came out, and the 'silencer' started the car and drove directly downstairs to Little Lowry's house.

Although little Lowry plays rap, he is not a child in the slums, and the high-rise apartment he lives in is not only a little older, but also has access control, property management and so on.

The three of them were put upstairs, AK was waiting at the door, and after the usual black greetings, everyone was welcomed through the door.

The living room is large and also covered with a classic-style carpet.

Little Lori was lazily half-lying on the couch with a guitar in his arms, clearly showing his displeasure, "Hey, APLUS! Come on！ Let us see your music! He beckoned to Song Ya and shouted in a playful tone.

"Uh, okay."

Song Ya took out the demo cassette and score from her bag, and AK next to her took it with a smile, "Sit down." He pointed to the couch, turned around and tossed the score to Lori Jr., and took the cassette and plugged it into the two-card recorder.

"Hey." Tony, as if he didn't feel the embarrassment in the air, rushed over and sat down next to little Lowry, stretched out his fist, and smiled affectionately, "Thank you for giving Ali this opportunity, brother." ”

Little Lori smiled helplessly, bumped fists with him, didn't speak, and only mouthed Nunu at the tape recorder.

His dual-card tape recorder is the style that black people like to carry on their shoulders to the court or their stomachs, and after a murmur is Song Ya's immature singing, the song in the second-hand store is not long, and more than three minutes pass quickly, and then only the faint noise of the tape idling.

AK turns off the tape.

Tony stared nervously at little Lowry's face.

Song Ya's attention was all on the other person, Lori Jr.'s agent, who had just come out of the middle when the song had just played, standing in the corner, clasping his hands around his chest, listening very carefully. This is what he asked Tony to do, and he promised Tony that if Lori Jr. said 'no' and turned around, he would leave, but in exchange, Lori's agent Jr. must be present. Because the new album is almost certain to fail, Lowry Jr. may be kept in the dark, and the agent who shouted 'We're done' at the time must have been clear about their current situation. However, people of his age will not easily let people see through the reality, and he will keep a straight face and not smile throughout the whole process.

"Hmmm......"

Little Lowry thought seriously for a while, the score was in his hand, he just listened to the score, the conditions were limited, Song Yalu had no accompaniment when he was here, and there was only the mechanical sound of the metronome in the background, Tony didn't have a high evaluation after listening to it, and Little Lowry, who knew music, must be able to see what was behind it.

"Drum kit plus saxophone?" Little Lowry didn't say 'no'.

"Yes." Song Ya secretly breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the music in the other party's hand, "There are other musical instruments used in the back." ”

"I know, I know ......"

Little Lori muttered and flipped over the score several times, "The lyrics are interesting...... he slapped the beat with his hand, picked a paragraph and hummed two sentences.

"This is what Ali thought of when he visited the second-hand store, on the day we filmed the MV, hehe, this little clever ghost." Tony explained for Songya, "How? Not bad, right? ”

"The level of completion is very high." Little Lori raised an eyebrow and looked at Song Ya.

"Really?"

Tony blossomed, "I just said, this kid has something, he is the main trumpeter of our school orchestra, the teachers like him very much, and the equipment for recording this song was borrowed by the teacher!" His own expectations for the song are also very high, and guess what? Before we came, we were going to prepare this song...... What do you have to prepare? He looked back at Song Ya.

"My brother, shut up......" Song Ya sighed in her heart, but she couldn't help but answer: "Record." ”

"Yes, yes, for the record!" Tony couldn't hold back when he got up, "You don't know, we met a white girl when we were waiting for the elevator, and ...... saw us" He imitated the woman's twisting gesture of changing the shoulders of the bag, "It's like seeing some robber......"

"Wow...... ICP ......"

Little Lowry smiled and handed the score to AK, and the man lay back down.

"Racism! This is racism! It's NAZI! When I saw NGer, I thought of the thief......" Tony was still there.

AK flipped through the sheet music and said, "I don't think this song is suitable for you Lowry......"

"How?" Tony was dumbfounded, looking at AK.

"Uh......"

AK paused for a moment before saying, "This song is generally about buying second-hand clothes and items, right?" Lowry, your character is cool, handsome, young and fashionable, if you really sing so pompously about the fun of buying second-hand goods...... Will...... Will the young girls ...... Well...... You know what I mean. ”

"Hey, AK, ...... you" Tony wanted to be angry at AK, but he didn't have much confidence, and looked back at little Lori, "What do you think, Lori?" ”

"Hmmm......"

Lowry Jr. shrugged, "I respect AK's opinion on this kind of professional issue. ”

"Good...... All right. Tony's eyes darkened.

AK took out the cassette and handed it back to Song Ya along with the score.

"Thank you." Song Ya smiled at him, his heart was much brighter than Tony's, there was nothing to say, it seemed that he had to find another way.

"Uh...... Wait a minute. ”

The agent, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, "Yali? Right? ”

"Yes." Song Ya nodded.

"Just now Tony said you're a trumpeter, and you're using a saxophone and a drum kit for this score? Why don't you ...... Why not play the trumpet instead of the saxophone? Right here, we've got trumpets and drums......" he thought about it and snapped his fingers at AK, "go to the room and get the trumpet, and the African drums." ”