When she went downstairs and was blown by the cool breeze, Song Ya thought calmly. Although she could not solve any practical problems, the purpose of coming for consultation was still achieved. At least she had clarified the priorities of the matter and no longer had to look at her in the dark.

"According to Goodman's thinking, the most important thing right now is to record the demo of the song "Second Hand Store" first, then take it with the score to the Composers Association for filing, and finally, find a reliable agent!

"

After thinking about it, he did it. He found a phone booth with yellow pages, found the number of ASCAP (hereinafter referred to as the Society of Composers), and dialed it directly.

After a long wait, the call was connected. After the other party asked the purpose of the call, there was a series of transfers, waiting, transfers, waiting...

Taking advantage of this free time, he started planning to record a demo.

"For the demo, I definitely won't be able to handle the accompaniment, so I'll have to ask someone for help...forget it, I can't ask for help now."

In the past, Alexander Song was the main trumpet player of the school band. He had good musical skills and knew music. It was with this foundation and Song Ya's improved English skills after time travel that he was able to cast the original song from the second-hand store into a song suitable for this.

The version of the era, for example, removed the inexplicable "calling" at the beginning, replaced the electronic music part, changed the incomprehensible jokes in the lyrics (most likely they did not exist in this era), and also had a white lead singer.

'honky' self-deprecation and so on.

But these are not enough. Song Ya now has a poor sense of music, and her creative ability is obtained by relying on the "Apocalypse Plug-in". She knows many things but does not know why. Recording demos belongs to the creative stage, and if outsiders are involved, it is easy to expose flaws.

Finally, a manager came over the phone. If you were just filing a record, the basic process was very simple. The Composers Guild has an office in Chicago. You just need to make an appointment with them and go there to go through the formalities.

"Then record the a cappella demo. Time is tight. The school is well-equipped, but it's a bit difficult. No matter what, you have to give it a try. It's best to do it all in one day and take it over for filing tomorrow. If you can't make it, ignore the demo and just put the lyrics and music on file."

I made an appointment with the other party for tomorrow afternoon, and he went to the flea market near Chinatown and bought two blank tapes and a very cheap plastic electronic watch, with LCD screen, MIC, brand name, CASIQ.

The morning passed quickly, and Song Ya felt a little hungry. She didn't dare to enter the nearby Chinese restaurant because it was too expensive. She finally found a white man's roadside stall and bought a hot dog to fill her stomach.

"I spent too much money this morning. Alas, I'm so poor... I guess it's the shame of a time traveler."

He gnawed a hot dog and hurried to the subway station. He didn't know when the apocalypse would come again, and he couldn't hang himself on a tree no matter how hard he thought. "The lawyer is very good. Goldman is such a down-and-out lawyer. He can't even consult for an hour."

I get thirty-five yuan, and sell a thin two-page paper for ten yuan... How about I also become a lawyer? After all, lawyers are said to be the representatives of the American ruling class or the ruling class. After completing their studies, they will not know how to do it.

Being deceived and lame."

She is only in ninth grade now, which is equivalent to the third year of junior high school in China. Everything is still early, and recording the demo is the top priority. On the transportation, Song Ya kept tapping her hands on her legs and mumbling words.

When he first traveled through time, he was indifferent to this body's original musical talent, and he couldn't appreciate rap songs like "Chanting Sutras". However, he never expected that after struggling for credits for nearly a month, he would finally have to work hard to master the music.

Get the sense back and make a fortune out of it.

When he returned to school, he went directly to the office to find the music teacher.

"I feel very ashamed of the carelessness of the orchestra."

"Due to the improvement in my grades in other academic subjects, I relaxed my pursuit of music, and I regret it."

"Please give me another chance!"

"Yes, I felt a little uncomfortable this morning and asked for leave. I'm feeling better now..."

"It's okay. I'm fine now. I'm completely fine. Look, how about I dance for you?"

"Well, I just want to borrow the instrument storage room and the equipment inside to record something..."

"No, no, am I the kind of person who hides and has sex with girls?"

"You think too highly of me. I can't get leaves...or anything else..."

"I really, really apologize for my mistakes these days, and I vow to practice hard and get back to my level as soon as possible."

"I used to be your main trumpet player, please give me another chance! Teacher!"

"I promise I won't make a wrong note again... Wow, where did you buy this necklace? It's so beautiful."

"Yes, it suits you very well..."

"To be honest, I think that teacher Cheryl's taste is really bad... Yes, yes, yes, her hair style looks too ridiculous with such big earrings."

"She is totally incomparable to you!"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't make random comments about other teachers behind their backs, but you know, I am an upright person. I have something to say..."

After a lot of good words, the music teacher finally felt comfortable licking her, and he got the key to the orchestra's small storage room as he wished.

Lock the door, put the newly purchased tape into the Sony dual-card cassette player, and then plug in the Canadian-made metronome.

"I"m gonna pop some tags, only...ahem."

"I"m...that's not right, record it again."

"I"m gonna...I"m gonna...Oh, it's fucking wrong again..."

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and there are many mistakes. There is nothing to be done about it. Song Ya can only fight hard. The time for get out of class has passed, and the time for club activities has passed. When the music teacher knocks on the door and comes in, a young man with three good Buddhist traditions in China has already been born. I was forced to start rapping due to cheating.

The finished product is completely unsatisfactory, but it can basically match the score, so that’s fine. Anyway, it’s just to prevent copyright ownership, and the artistic value is not within his scope of consideration.

After thanking the music teacher, he hurried home. At night, he pulled Tony outside and started a showdown.

"FXXXYOU!" When Tony heard this, he was furious, which was completely within Song Ya's expectation.

In Tony's eyes now, the success of Little Lowry's first album is something that is just around the corner and will undoubtedly happen. When Little Lowry becomes a star, he will follow behind to help and then wait to be popular and prosperous.

The fifteen-year-old brother in front of him took a song that he claimed to have arranged the lyrics and music, and said that he wanted to find a way to insert it into little Lori's new album!

This is not called whimsical, this is called seeing money.

He thought that Song Ya was jealous of Little Lowry's success and came up with an extremely clumsy and ridiculous reason to try to share the money!

It's one thing to be Little Lori's follower and help spend money, but it's another thing to invade Little Lori's core business and share the money together. Tony is not good at studying, but he is not stupid at all.

"You are such a scumbag. How the hell do I have a brother like you? If you were not my brother, believe it or not, believe it or not, I would twist your head off!" Tony grabbed Song Ya's collar with both hands and lifted him up.

Xuan Kong said, "You...how did you become so greedy...stupid...I have long noticed that there is something wrong with you, something is wrong. Where has the old Alex gone?"

"Hey! Hey..."

Song Ya didn't expect Tony's reaction to be so big. It seemed that he really valued the brotherhood with little Lori, "Don't be impulsive, listen to my explanation, you will understand!"

"Say!" Tony put him down.

"Well, first of all, let me explain that I don't have to inform you about this first. My original plan was to find an opportunity to meet with the boss of Little Lowry Music Company first, but I still want to tell you first because you are my brother.

,I respect you."

"Secondly, without the addition of my single, Little Lowry's new album would never have been successful, because that day I overheard a conversation between Little Lowry's manager and the boss of the music company..."

"The first release is 7,000 cassettes, no vinyl records, no digital CDs, just 7,000 cassettes... Is this what a successful album should look like?"

"Why should I lie to you? The truth will be revealed soon."

"You give up all friendships, give up all emotional factors, and just talk about things. You said there are more than ten songs on this album by Little Lowry and Al. Which one is good? Which one seems to be popular?"

"The first album only sold 7,000 copies. Is it possible for him to release a second album? He lost money on the first album and has no chance to release a second album. How will he support you and Muffler? Besides, he also has AK, Al..."

"Yes, yes, I have changed. I have become more calculating, but this change is definitely a good thing for our family! I want to leave this hellish place just like you. Do you want to stay in this hellish place for the rest of your life?"

"The inspiration for my song came from the last time I visited a second-hand store, the day I shot the MV..."

"Of course! I guarantee you, this song of mine will definitely become a hit!"

"Have you forgotten that I am the main trumpet player in the school band?"

"Okay, you don't have to believe it, and I don't expect you to believe it, but people who are truly knowledgeable will understand it once they hear it."

"You want to listen to it first? Okay, I recorded a demo."
Chapter completed!