Yongdao accountant handed the prepared documents to Song Ya, "They have already signed it."
"Motura asked you to go to his office." Taraji came in and reported.
Song Ya put down the pen he was going to sign, "Will he come to me for this?"
"I don't know." Taraji replied, "His secretary called me."
"Do you want to sign after talking to him?" Yeremov asked.
"Well, wait until I come back, anyway, don't worry about these hours."
Song Ya rushed to the headquarters of Sony Columbia Records and met Motula in the top-level president's office.
This is the first time the two have met here after the conflict. The relationship between the two parties has been much worse than before. Motura did not drink and chat first without seeing the field like in the past. Instead, he sat behind his desk and kept his face straight. The attitude of the deputy official.
"Russell Simmons called me and said you are vying with him for the American Music Magazine?"
Sure enough, it was because of this.
"Yes, but I focused on this magazine first. He is a latecomer. Our bid will be for nothing, Litman, the owner of the magazine." Song Ya sat in front of him and raised his legs.
"He asked me for help and wants you to cancel the operation. He is our excellent producer and label owner."
Motula picked up the microphone and handed it over, "You can chat with him here."
"I don't think so, right?" Song Ya did not answer, shrugged and said: "I have promised him not to cause extra trouble. I will only quote once, and then I will not bid with him again."
Motula put the microphone back, "But you went to work with Warner's Riklubin, which is not in the interest of Sony Columbia Records."
"He is also working with Quincy Jones. The old guy has been slandering our MJ, and Quincy Jones' entertainment company is also owned by Warner."
Song Ya fought for each other.
Motura sneered from his nostrils, "So you think you can ignore my opinion?"
"Do you also manage business activities other than records?"
"So you want to have another war?" Motura looked straight.
"I thought we were already mending the relationship, rather than drifting away..." Song Ya felt that the situation was not right and said softly.
Motula smiled, "It depends on how much effort you put in."
"I have been working hard, Mr. Motura."
"That's good." Motura threw a document over, "Mimi is going to have an unplugged concert on MTV in March. I want to use that song EmpireStateOfMind (Part II), which is the pure female version of EmpireStateOfMind, as her Sang one of the songs, and then released a live recording version of the EP."
"But we agreed that this song will appear in her 93 album."
Song Ya got the offer from the other party, and felt a little unhappy. "The chorus version of Mimi and I have been suppressed by you for a few months. If her solo version is released so early, how can the sales loss of my chorus version be counted? Times Square New Year's Eve And the buying gas gathered for the next AMA live performance will be diverted by the solo version in March. Don’t think I don’t understand this."
"Aren't you and Mimi best friends? Don't worry about this."
"What if I disagree?"
"Then you can't get that magazine~www.mtlnovel.com~ even if you get it, it will be discredited by Russell Simmons and Quincy Jones afterwards. Maybe I will help."
"What if I agree?"
"Then I can guarantee Russell Simmons and they will calmly accept defeat."
"FXXK..." The conditions are not bad, Song Ya cursed in a low voice, got up and walked outside, "I will sign, but this is not because I am afraid of your threat, but because of Mimi's singing career. "
"Hahaha! When you concentrate on fighting with your opponent, be careful not to show your butt, BOY!"
Motula, who thought he was able, suddenly laughed wildly, "Enter the studio as soon as possible to record with Mimi!" He shouted to Song Ya's back.
"I will, I will accompany her well..." Song Ya glanced back at him and muttered to herself.
"Hi, Mimi."
He chatted on the phone and returned to Tribeca's home, "Are you ready? The solo version of EmpireStateOfMind..." he signed the acquisition documents one by one.
"Thank you, APLUS!"
Mariah Carey was very happy, and even the phone started to play coquettishly, "I also just heard the news from Tommy, and I am not ready yet. But I plan to change part of the singing of that song, okay? "
"No, no Mimi, don't think about it."
"Just a little bit, a little bit..."
"Don't think about it at all!"
"Why are you like this!?"
"I have always been like this in the studio, I am a producer."
"tyrant."
"Whatever you say."
"Then I will raise a key."
"No way."
"On a."
"Mimi..."
"Please mess with..."
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"Oooh..."
"Oooh..."
In the "iron cage" of the recording studio, Song Ya and Mariah Carey started to dig out the details from the first sentence, "Don't change too much, Oooh, deal with it a little more ethereally... Then, 1, 2, 3. , 4..."
"NewYork...Don't raise the high pitch, keep it in front, you must keep it..."
Mariah Carey was naturally more serious, over and over again, "NewYork..."
"Yes, Grewupinatown,..."
The two were completely immersed in the world of music before the piano.
"From here did I start pulling up,..."
"There must be a sense of progressive layering, and then Evenifitain\'tallitseems, Igotapocketfulofdreams..."
"Baby, I\'mfrom...well, this is it!"
"NewYork..." Mariah Carey held the earphones with both hands, and finally began to blast the high pitch.
After singing a song, "It's not bad, do it again." Song Ya played the accompaniment again, "Skip the treble part, you did a good job, it's not good for your voice to keep singing so high."
"Just good?" Mariah Carey asked proudly.
"It's just not bad. The solo version should be more soothing and more soulful." Song Ya replied, "You can handle it, Mimi."
"Okay." She sang to the accompaniment again.
"The progress is very fast. How long do you think you can practice together with the pianist?" asked Walt next to Song Ya.
"Of course, she and I have practiced the chorus version for a long time, and the solo version has not changed much. All that needs to be polished are small details."
Song Ya replied: "It takes about a week."
"America's music is all about it," said Roberto Cleverville.
"I know." Song Ya once asked Walt and Roberto if they would like to participate, but they were both declined. The media trend in New York was very unfavorable for him at first, and Russell Simmons wanted to use public opinion to force him. Retreat, but Song Ya is not afraid of him on the radio battlefield that blacks like. Through the two years of joint charting operations, he also has a lot of DJs who help himself. Of course, you have to accept a little ‘small gift’.
For example, a radio DJ attacked Song Ya, ‘Speaking of APLUS, do you know? He is a kid who got rich overnight, holding a lot of banknotes in his hands and don’t know where to spend the money. He is absolutely unwise to fight against Quincy Jones and Russell Simmons. He has nothing to do with the old men in the black music industry. Without fear, I waited to see him ruin and go bankrupt. Believe me, this day will not be too far away. ’
Another example: "APLUS is a white man, brothers and sisters, you must recognize this. He is a mixture of African and Chinese descent, yes, but he thinks he is a white man, his lawyer is white, his agent is white, Even the partners who bought the magazine this time are all white. He is just a puppet pushed to the front of the stage by the white man, and he is coming for your wallet. ’