Chicago 1990

On February 9, Song Ya and his party came to the new site of A+ Records to inspect the renovation progress.

"You can move in in about mid-March." Song Asheng walked ahead and introduced: "Except for the large recording studio, mixing studio and audio studio, other parts can be put into work."

He pushed open the door of a room with the number '1' affixed, "Is it all right? Dile, Al." He greeted Dile and others who were debugging the equipment inside. This was one of the two small recording studios. , All use the old equipment in the original A+ record studio.

It is said that it is old equipment. After Song Ya spent several times to update it, it is not behind. The old equipment that is really eliminated will be placed in another small studio numbered '2'. Currently, four A+ records have signed contracts. Singer: Song Ya, Dile, Al, Fergie, the recording tasks are even more limited, and the two small rooms are completely sufficient for the time being.

"It went well, hey, APLUS."

Dile and Al came out to clash with Song Ya, "What on earth did you plan for your album? Do you have to wait for the big studio to be renovated?"

"Don't worry, I'll wait until now." Song Ya didn't get the Apocalypse and there was nothing good. He was not happy to collect the songs from the outside or take the studio version of the mixed version.

"It's only a month to move in, do you still maintain the previous plan?" Dile asked.

At present, A+ Records and A+ Audio Company have signed four singers, Song Ya, Dile, Al, and Fergie, plus Yeremov, Andrew, Hunter, Mavota, Taraji and newly recruited receptionists and clerks There are only a dozen people in total, and Song Ya plans to expand to about thirty people. Yeremov’s department will be responsible for publicity and fan organization. It will probably expand to five people. Then Dile’s A+ Audio will be responsible for five technicians in charge of radio reception and audio processing. A+ Records will also establish a new production department, plus Song The artist management department under Ya's own management and the three members of Big A's radio station are almost there for the time being.

"You should be the head of the production department, Dile." Song Ya patted Dile on the shoulder.

"I'm fine, but it's better to find another master. I want to focus on the audio company." Dile said.

"Al?" Song Ya looked at Al.

"I don't have the ability to APLUS." Al is very self-aware. "When I am not in business or recording songs, I will be a resident guest on Big A radio station. I can just play around all night and I enjoy it."

"Uh..." Song Ya was a little embarrassed, "I don't want to use outsiders in such an important department." He said.

"Have you heard of a debut album of the same name by a newcomer in Chicago, CommonSense? It was independently produced and distributed through underground channels, and the results are not bad." Dile asked.

"That's the one who takes the jazz and rap style?"

Song Ya knew about this. Since the definition of Chicago rap spread, the young singers here in Chicago have subconsciously lean towards the rap style represented by second-hand stores and The. There is naturally a remarkable jazz rap style. However, the lyrics of the young singer named CommonSense are always uncomfortably sharp and mean. He especially likes to shoot at rappers who promote values ​​such as violence, money, and gangs.

Song Ya didn't want to have any intersection with the other party. After all, the bandit rap singers he satirized now and the audience are very large. As a traverser, he can walk the road steadily. The farther away from the unstable factors, the better.

"Yes, the producer and arranger of his first album used to be a young DJ in Chicago. He met his big A early and went to your house for a party. We are all familiar with him. His name is Dion Wilson, a very thoughtful one. People." Dile said, "He and CommonSense have recently become popular, and many labels want to sign them."

"Then I am not attractive to them? I can't give such potential singers and producers a high signing fee." Song Ya didn't express his desire to sign CommonSense, and watched Al and Dilley speak with them. It should have been discussed in advance.

"The guy in CommonSense is a well-known educator with a good family background. I don't think that much of the signing fee, but wants to join a company that can get a lot of freedom. We A+ Records should have a chance." Dile said.

Song Ya scratched his head embarrassedly, "They don't want to be separated, are they?"

"I just succeeded in cooperation, how could I be willing to break up the partnership at this time..." Dile and Al looked at each other, "You don't want to sign CommonSense?" Dile saw Song Ya's concern, "It's okay, although his mouth is broken. , But he was born in a family of Gaozhi, so he couldn't cause much trouble."

"Yeah, at least better than signing a gang member? It's too difficult to meet a rapper who doesn't mix with a gang member these years."

Al also helped, "The CommonSense guy is cleaner than you. He is simply a cherished animal among blacks. Don't be like APLUS. Why don't you pay so much money to buy this floor without signing people?"

"Uh..." Song Ya closed his eyes and searched again for the names of the people in the song of the apocalypse. There were no names of the two guys, but Al had said that for this...

"Let's do this, you two... bring Yeremov, go and have a good chat with them, at least let them make an offer first."

"Okay, just wait for your words." Al and Dile fisted to celebrate.

"APLUS, Fergie is coming up. You will walk out of the building with her in fifteen minutes. Don't play it down." Speaking of Yeremov, he happened to trot in from outside to urge.

"Oh."

Before the breakup, Yeremov prepared a foreshadowing scene. Fergie would first enter the building angrily under the watch of the paparazzi, and then act in front of the reporter's camera with herself and her first.

"Hey, don't go, let me make it clear."

As soon as the two of them got out of the elevator door on the first floor, they began to play their tops.

The dumbfounded Fergie stepped on her high heels and strode outside, while Song Ya followed behind and pretended to keep explaining.

The two walked out of the building one after the other, "Fergie." Song Ya pulled the other's hand, and Fergie pursed her mouth and threw it away, her movements and expressions were all right. After all, she had practiced for a long time.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Song Ya opened her arms, stood and complained to her back, then followed her footsteps again, and finally caught up with her in front of the car parked on the side of the road.

"Don't follow me!" Fergie frowned~www.wuxiaspot.com~ turned around and pushed **** his chest, then got into the back seat of the car, closed the door with a'bang', Jimmy immediately started the car and raised her head. go with.

The paparazzi's cameras kept clicking, "Hey, APLUS, you were caught by her for stealing food, right!? Haha!" A paparazzi shouted to stimulate Song Ya, wanting to get more news.

Song Ya pointed a **** towards the other party, turned and walked into the building.

The tenth is the day of the official ‘break up’. “You performed very well yesterday, just keep that state.” Song Ya touched Fergie’s head inside the door and encouraged.

Fergie squashed her mouth, tugged the trolley case and the big travel bag on her body, "I feel like I really want to leave." She looked around the room reluctantly.

"Don't shrink your mouth," Yeremov said from the side.

"Hurry up and get into the emotions, they are all watching." Song Ya pointed to the side, Aunt Susie, Emily, Taraji and they all pulled the curtains open a small slit, preparing to watch Fergie wait for a while. Performance.

"Sister Fergie, we will miss you." A girl of Emily's age has learned to be yin and yang.

Fergie glared at her, threw herself on Song Yahuai for a while, and then resolutely opened the door.

Song Ya hurried a few steps to the curtain, watching Fergie dragging the trolley box, striding to the stars like yesterday.

The flashing lights kept on outside the villa.

Fergie walked to the car, handed the trolley case to Jimmy who was waiting there, and got into the car with a straight face.

Jimmy stuffed the trolley case into the trunk and then started the car away.

"That's it?" Aunt Susie was dissatisfied with the effect of the scene. "Don't even have a line?"

"Not bad, it's the task completed." Yeremov let out a sigh of relief.

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