According to Song Ya's plan, the song "Thrift Shop" (Secondhand Shop) is best put into Little Lowry's new album. After all, part of his "inspiration" came from the music company boss with a pink suit and a bass.

The 'adaptation' design in his mind for the original song was for Little Lowry to be in charge of the RAP part, and the bass boss to sing those very brainwashing choruses.

He doesn't hate Little Lowry, and by preventing Little Lowry's new album from failing, Tony's "employment" problem can be solved incidentally, and he can also get royalties from lyrics and music. He kills three birds with one stone and everyone is happy.

But in this way, he had to put the plan into effect as soon as possible before Lowry's new cassette was officially produced. Time was very tight.

The wallet is even less generous.

The LCD numbers on the timer kept beating. He made up his mind and sat down opposite Goodman.

"liquid!"

Goodman imitated the black accent and manner: "You made the right decision, BRO!" He made a fist with his right hand and reached out to Song Ya.

Song Ya didn't respond. Instead, she kept a straight face and stared at him coldly.

"Excuse me."

Goodman was stunned for a moment, "Forget what I just did, SORRY, SORRY..." He retracted his fist in embarrassment and apologized frequently, "I was just too excited just now, and business has been bad recently... Mr. Song, I'm very

terribly sorry."

Most of the time, other races are quite afraid of this trick from black people. Even the more honest black people will occasionally use this to test the other party's true and false. Song Ya has traveled through such a long time and has been able to flexibly grasp the proportions. The key is that

The eyes must be murderous.

"Just call me Alex. First question."

Taking advantage of the other party's small flaw, Song Ya was now 80% sure that the other party had no powerful background and was not very courageous. She relaxed a little, took out her notebook and looked at it and asked: "Contract with someone under the age of eighteen.

Does the contract have to be signed by the guardian?”

"certainly."

Goodman hurriedly walked to the filing cabinet and opened a drawer. "Or the guardian signs a power of attorney and entrusts another person to act as guardian." He found a document and handed it to Song Ya, "This is a standard form of full power of attorney."

, but if you want to entrust partial custody, you will 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 replied casually while looking at the document.

"FXXX!"

Goodman cursed in frustration: "You were fooled just now, you little clever guy!"

As for your cowardice just now, it doesn't matter if you are discovered. "Second question..." Song Ya continued to ask.

"What did you write? It would be too inefficient for us to answer each question one by one."

But I didn't expect that Goodman was the kind of character who pushed his nose into his face. In order to compensate for his timidity, he reached out and took the notebook away from Song Ya's hand, "Let me take a look, um, the copyright transfer of the song, the music album

Equity sharing..."

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

"That's about it, but to be honest, these standard format files don't work." Goodman sat back in his seat, "These laws are very flexible. Hollywood and the music industry 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 and interests of songwriters and song copyrights?" Song Ya asked.

"Are you talking about ASCAP (American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers), BMI (Broadcast Music Institute of America)?" Goodman explained: "First of all, they will only provide services for the rights and interests of association members. If you want to become a member,

You have to pay a sum of money, BMI is more expensive, ASCAP is cheaper, and then you have to publish your work publicly. Do you have it? If so, they will usually send you an invitation."

"No, I'm here for legal consultation for my first song." Song Ya answered truthfully.

"You see, this is the problem." Goodman spread his hands: "If you haven't published your works publicly and been invited, you are not qualified to be a member. If you don't become a member, it is difficult for you to publish your works publicly. This is a paradox.

Is it right?"

Song Ya was a little dizzy, "What about the copyright? My lyrics and music copyright won't be lost, right? For example, it will be usurped by a music company or something."

Goodman laughed, "This possibility is inevitable. Hollywood supports so many agents, managers, lawyers, accountants, etc. Why? Isn't it because there are too many such things?"

"As I said before, find a good agent." He suggested again.

"What if I meet a 'bad' agent? According to you, if I don't publish my work publicly, no agent will take a fancy to me, and if no agent takes a fancy to me, I won't be able to publish my work for the rest of my life.

This is also a paradox!" Song Ya was a little frustrated, the gap between the ideal and the reality was a bit far.

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

Goodman pointed at Song Ya, "I've seen a lot of black...ahem...African kids like you, sitting in the back of the bus, humming, listening to a Walkman, and holding a pencil.

Is it right to write and draw on small pieces of paper and dream of becoming famous? Unfortunately, reality is very cruel. Capital society will only naturally eliminate a very small part of the top of the pyramid. How many famous names have been produced in Chicago in the past ten years?

singers? If you divide it by the population ratio, you can get the probability of your success. And among the boys and girls who go to Los Angeles to pursue their dreams, how many of them can play good roles in a year? Most of them are losers.

, it’s just that you can’t see it with your eyes. Face your abilities and don’t spend money on unrealistic dreams.”

"Nonsense, am I the same as them? I am a time traveler with a plug-in!" Song Ya rolled her eyes and secretly complained.

The two communicated for a while. Goodman observed Song Ya's words and felt that Song Ya didn't seem to be giving up. He was too lazy to persuade her: "As for copyright, I'll give you some advice. First of all, you have to keep all the evidence, including your lyrics and music.

Don’t throw away the manuscripts and discarded manuscripts during creation. They will come in handy when fighting a copyright lawsuit. It is best to record demos 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 registration, which costs about twenty dollars. Note that this is just a registration and does not mean that ASCAP recognizes your copyright. If you want ASCAP to recognize your copyright, it will probably take a while.

Then you spend hundreds of dollars and months of time because they have to do things like comparisons, and you still can't become a member."

"Finally, increasing the share ratio for agents is a good strategy in the first few years of entering the industry. Anyway, the agent contract cannot exceed three years. If you are not satisfied with it, you will have to replace it when the time is up. If you can really get into the industry, you will be qualified to become

As a member of ASCAP or BMI, the various assistance provided by the association will also be able to offload part of the work of the broker, and many of the difficulties you are facing now will no longer be difficult."

After saying that, Goodman pointed to the timer. Just fifty-five minutes had passed.

Song Ya felt that he was still very conscientious and she had benefited a lot. She stood up and solemnly shook hands with him and said goodbye, "Thank you." She took out thirty-five knives and handed them to him.

"Uh... the consulting fee is a consulting fee. You also need to pay a document fee, which is ten dollars a piece." Goodman pointed to the documents that Song Ya had put into his briefcase.

"..."

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

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

"Yes, what?"

"Be careful of those who use cash to pay contract payments." Goodman flicked the banknotes in his hand: "You South City blacks...Africans like to accept cash payments because they can evade taxes. Once tax evasion is over, the tax payment season will be over.

, he breached the contract, but you dare not sue him easily, because if the contract is exposed, he will only face a lawsuit, and you will have to face the IRS, do you understand?"

Song Ya knows how powerful the IRS is. Al Capone, the most famous Chicago gang boss, fell into the hands of the IRS, which is even more terrifying than the FBI.
Chapter completed!