Chicago 1990

"Ondon, ondon, ondon..."

"Dy, dy, dy..."

In the deep-sea recording studio, Fergie, who just got the song, couldn’t wait to start the recording. Song Ya stayed for another day. As the producer of this song, she still needs guidance. Press the intercom, "ok, Fergie, put two Sing the words at the same time."

"At the same time?" Fergie did not understand yet, "ondondy, ondondy, ondondy..."

"No, no, no." Song Ya stopped her, "read them at the same time, superimposing the sounds of the two words together, Lending, Lending, Lending...like this."

"Lending, Lending, Lending?"

"Yes, continue."

"Lunding, Lending, Lending..."

"Start over from the beginning of this paragraph."

"Hverndonnadon..."

Fergie sang halfway and took off the headphones. "This song was inspired when we were in London, right?" she asked.

"Yeah." The lyrics were obviously influenced by Fergie's British nursery rhyme that the London Bridge was about to fall, so Song Ya couldn't deny it.

"You bad guy, hiding for so long!" Fergie gave this side a blank look.

"There is no way, the sampling right has not been discussed." Song Ya can only say that.

She continued to record the song with excitement. With a little discernment, she knew that the quality of the song was very good. She continued to sing while twisting her body with the accompaniment.

"Add a little bit of your milk at the end of the sentence." Song Ya guided again.

"Don't you think my milk sound hasn't been eliminated?" Fergie asked.

"It would be nice to add a little personal style, after all, you are the first white female rap singer, a little bit, a little showy." Song Ya replied.

"I listen to you." She obediently changed her singing according to the instructions.

Dion Wilson beside him took the opportunity to compliment, "You are such a genius. This song is very suitable for Fergie, and it will definitely sell well. Apart from the metaphor, the lyrics themselves will not attract too much disgust. I did for her before. Those singles produced are worthless in front of this song."

"Well, I'm going to New York for a few days, you help me stare here."

Song Ya knows that black female rap singers such as Latifah have very yellow and violent lyrics. The popular rap of Fergie is considered to be the clear stream of female rappers, and the first white female singer is also a big one. The gimmick, although it will definitely be upset by the black community. He pressed the phone again, "I'll go to New York for a few days, and then stay in Los Angeles until the end of the year. You can concentrate on recording songs."

"OK, dear." Fergie blew him a kiss.

Song Ya smiled at her and left the recording studio.

The contract was still signed. The signing of Kim Song Ah mentioned two million, which will be paid when her new contract expires in 1993, as well as the various assistants, bodyguards and set-up fees to match the bist singer. Fergie also agreed The most controversial high-priced liquidated damages, which means that she will be tied to a+ records until 1998. At the same time, Song Ya also disbanded the brokerage company under the name of Aunt Susie to completely eliminate this hidden danger and put Jimmy as her independent broker.

The negotiation process at Chuck’s house was not pleasant, but Fergie had no capital to fight with her current self. She did not dare to really turn her face and fly solo, and she was at the critical point of the upcoming debut of her first master.

After signing the alliance under the city, she was very unhappy, but after Song Ya took out e, she immediately broke her tears into a smile, and became sticky to herself again.

As Motura said, business is business, and when the business is done, we have time to slowly repair the relationship.

It's just... can it really be'fixed' as before? Through the door of the recording studio, Song Ya glanced at Fergie who was happily recording songs inside, pursed her lips, left her record company, and set off for New York.

"Walter, how are you doing?"

He went straight to Walt’s exclusive room at the Sony Columbia Records headquarters. As Roberto Klevell said, Walt’s life is very simple and boring. He shut himself in a small space and composes music to the piano.

"Hey, us, why are you here? Just sit down."

Walter lowered his hand from the piano, "Give me some advice?" He handed Song Ya the score on the piano.

"Uh...you write yours, I have no desire to touch composing music recently, you know, I have been busy with the announcement of the first single recently." Song Ya turned down excuses.

"Don't get lost in it. Many singers are silent after the first single is released. They have accumulated too much fatigue in the process of arduous announcements, and then spend money to enjoy themselves with revenge, and they will never go back." Sincerely remind.

He didn't know that he had already done a lot of apocalyptic songs, "I won't, thank you Walter." He sat down and watched Walter start playing the piano again, and kept writing and drawing on the score. Adjustment.

"This guy doesn't ask me what's wrong with him..." Song Ya complained in his heart, catching an opportunity for him to pause, and said, "Walter, I have something."

"Please speak." He didn't turn his head back.

"You wrote a song for Gloria, right?"

He likes Walter's character very much. The first time he cooperated with Sony Columbia Records was his help. Not counting his identity as a translator, he was purely a small creator who had not released a song at the time and had a little reputation. , Walter's help in his initial stage can almost be regarded as a kindness.

So regarding the hero, Song Ya decided not to play any tricks against Walter and spoke directly.

Walter stopped busy. He was upright, but it didn't mean that he was not sensitive to these things. His straight back became rickety. After a short silence, he asked, "Are you here for Miss Kelly?"

"Yes, ii told me that she liked that song very much, so I will see if I can help her." Song Ya said.

"Actually, she doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Walter’s tone was a little tired, he moved his body to face Song Ya, "She only used to say hello to Mr. Motura, didn’t she? She had asked Mr. Motura to remove the song from the original soundtrack. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Just need to perform one more procedure, the song is hers."

"But what about you? How do you think about it?"

Song Ya watched and watched. From his physical movements just now, he felt that he still wanted to give the song to Gloria, and was dissatisfied with Motula's removal of the song from the original soundtrack.

"Does my opinion matter? I'm just a composer who writes propositions. I'm not the same as you. Do you know the people who painted oil paintings in Europe before?" he asked.

"Oil painting?" Song Ya didn't know how he got involved, "Rembrandt, Van Gogh?"

"No, in earlier times, painting an oil painting used to be very expensive. Painters could only serve the nobles or monasteries. The painters painted whatever the nobles wanted and the priests wanted. , So the oil paintings handed down at that time were portraits or biblical stories. There was no room for self-expression. The painters secretly stuffed their self-portraits into a corner of the picture scroll. I am like them now, and the song is gone. Autonomy, Mr. Motura will give it to whoever he wants..."

He was rather discouraged in his words.

Song Ya's brain was agitated, and her expression was sincere. "I can understand, Walter. Miss Mariah Carey wanted to grab this song. It was really wrong. She told me that she knew you had an opinion about it, you Don’t want to lose faith in Miss Gloria, right? So she didn’t ask Mr. Motula to interfere in this matter. Instead, she asked me to talk to you. She wanted this song to be true, but she respected you, She will also respect your decision. She cherishes the friendship between you."

"I see." Walt said lightly, then turned back and played with the score.

"So..." Song Ya felt uneasy.

"The hero is hers." Walter played the piano and continued to work.

Chicago 1990

Chicago 1990