Chicago 1990

　　 William Morris sent a white man named Hayden. He was about forty years old. He looked ordinary. According to him, he used to be a middle-level manager of a car sales company in Detroit. It took less than three years to transfer to a broker. He also really cares about the car. When signing a contract, he will walk to the window after a short while to look at the Dodge dynasty he parked downstairs at Old Joe Music. Every black kid passing by the car can let him. Fear and fright.

　　 "Yeah, let's drink to this!"

　　 Old Qiao was very satisfied. Song Ya didn't intend to take advantage of this juncture. Of course, most of the reason was that Song Ya didn't dare and was unnecessary. The conditions offered were basically not much different from the standard assignment contract.

　　 "I wish the new monopoly will sell out."

Pablo can also accept it. Lori’s name appears in the column of lyricists, alongside Song Ya, but it is only used for publicity. In the lyrics of the contract, Lori’s actual rights are only half of Song Ya’s. Of course, half is not too much, that is copyright that can benefit a lifetime.

In this contract, the songwriters each accounted for about 6% of the revenue of the second-hand store, the lyrics of Lori 2%, Song Ya 4%, plus 6% of the song, exactly 10%. . If it’s an album, then the revenue is equal to other songs. If you take the ten songs of the album as an example, multiply ten percent by one tenth. Song Ya can get exactly one percent of the album’s money. It has nothing to do with profit. If an album cassette is sold for five dollars, Song Ya can get five cents.

Don’t look at the album sales of one million copies to bring Song Ya’s income of fifty thousand dollars. The bulk of it will be in the singles in the future. If the singles do not have to share the income with other songs, 10% is a real percentage. Tenth, and single discs are generally vinyl records and mini-CDs, but the prices are higher than the popular cassettes.

　　 "Hey." Song Ya raised the cup and took the initiative to show his favor to Little Lori.

　　The tree is done, and Little Lori is no longer emotional now. It may be that Pablo had a showdown with him, which made his understanding of himself more clear. "Cheers!" He drank it first. The relationship between the two will be subtle in the future, but everyone knows that it is far from the time to calculate those.

　　 "Cheers." Hayden's communicative competence online, who has been selling for half his life, said, "I wish the new franchise will sell."

　　 "Cheers."

　　The wine in the glass is from Old Qiao’s collection Remy XO. Song Ya tasted it first. People in southern China seemed to like this too. He was bored with one mouthful and felt very good.

　　 The few people present didn't think there was anything wrong with underage drinking. After a round of drinking, Hayden and Pablo prepared two more contracts, and there were still words to sign.

The first is the transfer fee. Song Ya transfers one-third of the copyright of the lyrics to Little Lowry at a price of $2,500. This figure is estimated based on the album's sales of 50,000 singles and 10,000. Hayden is not satisfied. He wanted to fight for it again, but Song Ya let him forget it and treat it as the tuition paid by himself.

The next step is the confidentiality agreement for the previous contract, commonly known as the hush fee, which is another two thousand five hundred dollars. In the future, on any occasion, Lori can claim to the outside world that he has completed the RAP part of the second-hand store song, and Song Ya Just the chorus author, Song Ya must fully support this statement. As for the liquidated damages, it is just a meaningless figure. Little Lori will not take the initiative to tell the truth, and if he repents...

　　 Then it can't be settled just by taking money.

　　 Pablo took out five neat stacks of twenty knives, threw them in front of Hayden, and asked him to count them.

　　 Song Ya remembered Goldman's instructions, and secretly reminded herself that even if it is cash income, you should not forget to pay taxes. The American tax season in April is about to come. You must never forget this.

　　 After everything was done, Song Ya paid Hayden the share he deserved, and then sent him downstairs and left. "You mainly have two things right now, staring at the progress of the copyright application, and helping me join the Composers Association as soon as possible." He said before Hayden's Dodge Dynasty.

　　 "I will stare."

After driving two trips to Nancheng and retrialing several contracts, it was worth five hundred dollars, and in the next year, you can still get 10% of Song Ya's royalties. It is almost the same as picking up money, although it has to be paid to William. Part of Morris, but Hayden is still in a very good mood now, "No problem." He agreed, "But I suggest you join the BMI (Broadcast Music Association), the cost is higher, but BMI customers and your song audience The intersection is bigger, you know, radio."

　　 "I understand, you can figure it out."

The two had already had a good chat before. Song Ya felt that he could recognize the professionalism of the other party before taking him and Aunt Susie to Goldman’s law firm. They signed the first economic contract after crossing. Goldman checkout.

　　 "What else, do you want me to help you find some more opportunities?" Hayden actively proposed, "Many small singers need lyrics and music, and even some commercials have a way, as long as you can write them."

　　 "Forget it."

Song Ya can't write even if he can write it. There is no'Apocalypse' plug-in. He knows how many catties he is. "You go quickly, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, it's not safe for white people to stay here for a long time." He reminded. .

"Uh……"

　　 Hayden turned his head to look at the darkened area at the entrance of the underground nightclub opposite, "Then I'm going, call, bye." He quickly started the car and disappeared with a whistle.

Back upstairs, apart from the recording studio, there were all people, and most of them were girlfriends, companions and other irrelevant people brought by the musicians. Tony even brought his ex-girlfriend over, and the two were shrinking. In the corner, you and me, the musicians who joined one after another fell on the sofa in the control room and watched the drummer inside audition over and over again. The one who really worked the whole process was the tuner Eric. He only slept for a few hours in total. Song Ya felt that he might be overworked anytime.

　　 The air is very stuffy, and it is still a mixture of perfume, leaves, alcohol, tobacco and strong body odor, but maybe it is the norm in the music industry, everything can be done. Even the boss, Lao Qiao, didn't care. He was holding a wine glass, surrounded by girls brought by a few musicians, and he was full of joy and joy.

　　 "Well, maybe it's because I'm the only outsider."

　　 Song Ya actually gave birth to a sense of loneliness in this lively environment, and the soul of the Chinese made him completely unable to blend in.

I remembered that I hadn’t been to school for several days, and the schoolmaster’s plan was worrying. Then the next "Apocalypse" didn’t know how and when it would be triggered. I couldn’t help but feel annoyed. Fortunately, the cash in my pocket was four thousand five hundred dollars. Give him great comfort.

　　 "After crossing the first pot of gold, what should I do?"

　　 He thought for a while, there is no memory of past life, prophetic investment is not to think about, in the United States, it is too inconvenient to have a car at home, so he went to find Tony, "Hey, accompany me to the used car market tomorrow."