Song Ya trumpet, little Lowry played African drums and sang, and the two cooperated to go through the whole song roughly.

After hearing this, the agent tilted his head to look at Song Ya, "Are you really the main trumpeter of your school?" ”

"Uh, yes, it used to be." Song Ya hurriedly took out the prepared rhetoric, "Because I suddenly lost interest in music some time ago and neglected to practice, I regressed a lot, and I ...... I was nervous just now. ”

"yes, he's distracted, he's stupid to concentrate on his studies or something, and he got an A+ in math, so we all call him APLUS, hahaha......" Tony helped explain.

"That doesn't make sense, right? The completion of the song is so high, don't you ......" The agent suddenly closed his mouth in the middle of speaking, took out the cigarette holder, and stuffed a mouthless camel, "Forget it, don't dwell on these little things now, I'll treat you as a genius." ”

"Yay, Ali, did you hear what he said? You're a genius, so you're a fucking genius......"

"Shut up, Tony."

The agent told Tony to shut up, lit a cigarette and smoked, "You've already put the lyrics on file, haven't you?" ”

"Yes, the lyrics, the music, and this demo." Song Ya could feel that the other party was hesitating, Xiao Luori had actually hinted at AK just now and refused to cooperate, if this agent took a negative attitude again, then this road would be completely broken.

But thinking about it the other way, Song Ya is not very worried, after all, it is she who has a good song in her hand now, and it is the other party who is eager to get the last straw. As long as the copyright is guarded, making money in the capitalist society of the United States is just a matter of morning and night, more and less, as long as the other party is sharp enough, it is not difficult to see the opportunity here.

Little Lowry's whole body was completely empty, his eyes wandered across the ceiling, his legs swayed at will, and his face was concerned about my birds.

"I'm here to save you, little Lori!"

Song Ya shouted in his heart, he was already very sure that little Lori was still being kept in the dark by his agent and the owner of the music company.

"Well, let's go to the company first."

The agent snuffed out the cigarette butt with his thumb and forefinger, "AK, you go get my car out." He kicked little Lowry in the leg again, shouting, "Get moving, get moving!" Let's go! ”

The 'silencer' patted Song Ya on the shoulder, "Cool! ”

Tony was as happy as a child of several hundred pounds, jumped up and high-fived little Lowry, high-fived AK, and then hugged Song Ya downstairs, "I knew you could do it!" He shouted.

When he got downstairs, he pulled Song Ya farther away, and whispered quietly, "Didn't I talk a little too much on it just now, did I help?" ”

This brother is indeed a coarse and delicate person, and he is also very good at taking advantage of this, such as the last shooting incident on the basketball court, he later said that the people who play on that basketball court are generally children from nearby families and education are okay, so he dares to do this, if the conflict site is replaced by a slum, he will definitely not be stupid enough to fight with others.

But he does have a lack of a doorman.

"No......," Song Ya smiled bitterly, "Isn't it all about your relationship with Little Lori?" ”

"Yay!" Tony eats this very much, "You are all my brothers, brothers should help each other like this......"

Little Lowry and the agent finally went downstairs, and it could be seen that the two had an argument just now, and Little Lowry angrily opened the Toyota door of the 'silencer' and sat down.

"You!"

The agent didn't pay attention to him, but snapped his fingers at Song Ya, and then pointed to the Volvo 760 that AK had just driven.

"Pat him on the back." Tony reminded.

"Don't worry." Song Ya separated from him and sat in the front seat of the Volvo.

"The feeling of a luxury car is just different."

The buttocks grinded on the comfortable leather seats, and Song Ya thought: "In the future, we will also get a Volvo to drive, and we can also support domestic products by the way." Hey? Something seems to be wrong......"

"Do you have an agent?" The agent in the back seat gets straight to the point.

"Nope. Belch...... I have no experience with this. Song Ya replied truthfully.

"Really?"

The agent was a little unconvinced, "Who taught you this kind of knowledge?" ”

"I consulted with a lawyer and he gave advice." Song Ya observed that the agent of Little Lowry is about fifty years old, looks a little Mexican blood, acts concisely and decisively, has a style, looks at cars, and his economic strength should be good, but he is commanding people and has a strong desire to control.

But the agent can help his income and career, his personality is all trivial, and he is little Lowry's agent, it seems that he is also Al's, he knows the roots, at least he will not be an idle person outside. I don't have an agent, and I don't have a way, so it's better to ......

"Uh...... You ......" Song Ya said decisively after thinking clearly about the stakes.

"Pablo."

"Okay, Mr. Pablo, can you be my agent?" He asked.

The two glanced at each other in the rearview mirror.

"In principle, there is no problem, but before I become your agent, I want to make one thing clear to you, the copyright aspect." Pablo said: "Qu, there is no problem with you, but the words are best given to little Lowry." ”

"Why?" Song Ya was surprised.

"The lawyer you are looking for doesn't know much about the rap circle, whether it's the old style in the past or the politics later, gangs, rappers are either expressing themselves, or expressing opinions on various issues, the early rappers are all from the bottom, and they don't have the financial ability to make good accompaniments, many of them are casually playing or simply sampling other people's music, so it's okay for the song. But if you think about it, if the content expressed by the singer is not his own, then who sings it is not the same? Anyway, this line of work doesn't need a high pitch or too good vocal skills, to be honest, the threshold is not high, and if you don't say what you want to say and sing what you want to sing, what is the difference between it and those idol singers who are praised by big record companies? This kind of rapper who can't hold his head up will be rejected and ridiculed by the whole circle. ”

Pablo said, "And the lyrics of your song still have to be changed." ”

"Uh...... Uh......"

Song Ya's upper lip touched his lower lip, and he wanted to speak a few times and stopped, he didn't expect this kind of problem before, but he knew very well that once the copyright of the word was lost, the part of the rights and interests that should be shared in the future would definitely be gone?

"You think about it."

Pablo didn't continue to exert pressure, picked up the Motorola brick and started calling, "Hey, old guy! I need your saxophone...... Right now...... It's supposed to be a big deal...... Okay, we're done? …… Okay, ten minutes downstairs at your house. ”

"Go to old Morgan's." After the call, he said to AK.

Ten minutes later, I received an old black man carrying a case of musical instruments and dressed in the style of the 60s and 70s.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, dressed like this, old fellow, where are you going?" Pablo playfully tugged at the brightly colored pocket towel on his opponent's chest.

"It's not...... Didn't you say you had big business? The old man's eyes widened, "Don't play with me, boy!" If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gone out so late. ”

"It's to go to Old Joe's, what do you think I'll arrange for you? Restaurant accompaniment? Can you do it, old bone? ”

"I have so many opportunities to perform! Now every venue is inviting people who can play the saxophone. ”

"I know, I know, you all have to thank Kelly King, you see, kids at such a young age now compose with a lot of saxophone accompaniment."

"Fuck Kelly Kim, I don't thank him, my skills are ten thousand times better than his."

"Really? I've seen you play his tunes, and I felt like you were about to die, and I was afraid that you would lie down on the spot. ”

"Fuck you, I'm talking about tricks!"

Pablo and Morgan Sr. exchanged a few words, and he was a completely different face in front of his old friend.

Soon arrived at the destination, AK parked the car, Song Ya got out of the car, and looked up to see a tall signboard 'Old Joe Music Company', the neon tubes were very dim, and a few letters were no longer lit.