Chicago 1990

　　 According to Song Ya's plan, the song ThriftShop (second-hand shop) would best be put into Lori's new album. After all, part of his "inspiration" came from the proprietor of a pink suit and bass music company.

　　 The ‘adaptation’ design for the original song in his mind was that Lori was in charge of the RAP part, and the bass boss came to sing those very brainwashed choruses.

　　 Little Lori, he doesn't hate him, and by avoiding the failure of Lori's new album, he can solve Tony's ‘employment’ problem incidentally, and he can also get royalties from song and song, and everyone is happy.

　　 But in this way, he must rush to implement the plan as soon as possible before the official production of the new special card for Little Lowry, and there is not much time.

　　 The purse is even less generous.

　　 The LCD numbers on the timer kept beating, he lowered his heart and sat down opposite Goodman.

　　 "Liquid!"

　　 Goodman learned the tone and manner of black people: "You made a very correct decision, BRO!" He made a fist with his right hand and stretched out to Song Ya.

　　 Song Ya didn't respond, instead he straightened his face and stared at him coldly.

　　 "I'm sorry."

Goodman said, "Forget what I did just now, SORRY, SORRY..." He retracted his fist in embarrassment, and apologized frequently, "I was too excited just now. Business is not good recently...Mr. Song, I am very very sorry."

Most of the time, other races are quite afraid of blacks coming to this trick. Even the more honest blacks occasionally use this to test each other's fiction. Song Ya has been able to flexibly grasp the proportions after he has traveled for so long. The look in the eyes must be murderous.

　　 "Just call me Alex, first question."

Taking advantage of the other party’s small flaws, Song Ya is now 80% sure that the other party does not have a strong background, and is not brave. He relaxed a little, took out the notebook and compared it and asked, “Make a contract with someone under the age of 18. Does the contract have to be signed by the guardian?"

"of course."

Goodman hurriedly walked to the file cabinet and opened a drawer, "Or the guardian may sign a power of attorney and entrust others to perform guardianship." He found a document and handed it to Song Ya, "This is a standard form of power of attorney. , But if you want to entrust part of the guardianship, you need the help of a lawyer. Wait..."

　　 He scanned Song Ya carefully from top to bottom, "How old are you this year?"

　　 "Fifteen, what's wrong?" Song Ya answered casually looking at the file.

　　 "FXXX!"

　　 Goodman scolded an annoyed swear word: "You were scammed by you just now, you little clever!"

　　 It doesn't matter what you were just like. "The second question..." Song Ya continued to ask.

　　 "What did you write? It's too inefficient to answer questions one by one."

But I didn’t expect Goodman to be the kind of personality that pushes his nose on his face. In order to compensate for the demon, he stretched out his hand and pulled the notebook out of Song Ya’s hand. "Let’s take a look, um, the copyright transfer of the song, the music album Share of equity..."

　　 He muttered to find relevant documents from the filing cabinet, and threw them to Song Ya one by one.

"In general, there are so many, but these standard format files are not useful to tell the truth." Goodman sat back to his seat, "These laws are very flexible. Hollywood and the music circle have their own ways of playing. Find a good agent. People are the most important."

　　 "I checked the information, aren't there several associations that can protect the rights of songwriters and the copyright of songs?" Song Ya asked.

"Are you talking about ASCAP (American Association of Composers, Authors and Publishers), BMI (American Broadcasting Music Association)?" Goodman explained: "First of all, they will only provide services for the rights of members of the association and want to become members. You have to pay a sum of money, BMI is more expensive, ASCAP is cheaper, and then you have to publish works publicly, do you have? If so, they will usually send you an invitation."

　　 "No, I am doing legal consultation for my first song." Song Ya answered truthfully.

"You see, this is the problem." Goodman spread his hands out: "If you have not published your work publicly and been invited, you are not eligible to become a member, and you are not a member, and it is difficult for you to publish your work publicly. This is a paradox. right?"

　　 Song Ya was a little dizzy, "What about the copyright? My song and music copyright will not be lost, right? For example, by a music company or something."

　　 Goodman smiled, "This possibility is unavoidable. Hollywood feeds so many brokers, managers, lawyers, accountants, etc. Why? Isn't it because there are too many such things?"

　　 "That said, find a good agent." He suggested again.

"What if I meet a'bad' agent? As you said, if I did not publish my work publicly, no agent would like me, and no agent would like me, and I would never be able to publish my work. This is also a paradox!" Song Ya was a little frustrated, the gap between this ideal and reality is a little far away.

　　 "It's hard to get into this business, kid."

Goodman pointed to Song Ya, "A black like you...cough...I see a lot of African-American children, sitting in the back of the bus, humming a song in his mouth, listening to the Walkman, holding a pencil. Write and draw on small pieces of paper and dream of becoming famous, right? Unfortunately, the reality is very cruel. Capital society will naturally eliminate the very small part of the pyramid tip. How many famous names and surnames have appeared in Chicago in the past decade The singer? You divide it by the proportion of the population, and you can get your chance of success. And those boys and girls who go to Los Angeles to find their dreams, how many people can play good roles in a year? Most people are losers You can’t see it with your eyes. Face your own abilities and don’t spend money on unrealistic dreams."

　　 "Nonsense, am I the same as them? Lao Tzu is a traverser with a plug-in!" Song Ya rolled his eyes and secretly complained.

The two exchanged for a while. Goodman observed his words and thoughts, and felt that Song Ya did not seem to give up, so he was too lazy to persuade: "If you are copyrighted, I will give you some advice. First, you must keep all the evidence, including your lyrics. Don’t throw away the manuscripts and scraps you made when you’re creating them. You can use them in a copyright lawsuit. It’s best to record a demo of all the songs you create, because singing is also a kind of copyright.

"Second, you can take the lyrics, music and demo to ASCAP for a copyright filing, which is about twenty dollars. Note that this is only for filing and does not mean that ASCAP recognizes your copyright. If you want ASCAP to recognize your copyright, you probably have to Then spend hundreds of dollars and months, because they have to do work such as comparison, and you still can’t become a member. UU看书www.uukanshu.com"

"Finally, increasing the share ratio for brokers is a good strategy in the first few years of entering the industry. Anyway, the brokerage contract should not exceed three years. If you are not satisfied, you will not be able to change when the time is up. If you can really get into the industry, you are eligible to become As a member of ASCAP or BMI, the various assistance provided by the association can also share part of the broker's work. The many difficulties you are facing now will not be difficult at that time."

　　 After speaking, Goodman pointed to the timer, and it happened to be fifty-five minutes past.

　　 Song Ya felt that he was still very conscientious, and he had benefited a lot, so he stood up and shook hands with him solemnly to say goodbye, "Thank you." He took out thirty-five dollars and handed them to the other party.

　　 "Uh... the consulting fee is a consulting fee. You also need to pay the data fee, a ten knives." Goodman pointed to the documents that Song Ya received in the briefcase.

　　 "……"

　　 Song Ya quickly took out all the documents, picked out a useful guardian entrustment agreement, took out ten knives, and returned it to Goodman along with other documents.

　　 "Sniff!" Goodman scolded, and he carefully checked the banknotes he received, "You are from Nancheng, right?" He asked suddenly.

　　 "Yes, how?"

"Be careful of those who use cash to pay for the contract." Goodman flicked the paper money in his hand: "You Nancheng Black...African people like to accept cash for payment because they can evade tax. Once the tax is evaded, the tax season is over. "He breached the contract, but you dare not sue him lightly, because the contract revealed that he was just facing a lawsuit, and you have to face the IRS, understand?"

　　 The IRS is powerful, Song Ya knows that the most famous Chicago gang boss Alcapone was planted in the hands of the IRS, which is more terrifying than the FBI.

　　 Thanks again, he left the GOODMAN law firm.