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.mtlnovel.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.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 364: Splash
Walt gave the song to Mariah Carey, but Song Ya's heart was not so happy. There was still the influence of Motula in this so-called success of lobbying. From the time when the hero was removed from the original soundtrack, Walt understood that What do Tula and Mariah Carey want to do
When I went to find Walt, he was already a helpless person waiting for the final sentence.
He moved him by a few words at random, because he felt that it was easier to accept his request than to wait for Motula's sentence.
Song Ya didn't like this feeling. It wasn't that it was too easy and challenging to achieve the goal, but he found that in the final analysis, it was Motura's deterrence or power that contributed to Walter's choice.
I played an equally insignificant role, just for this matter.
This made me feel a little depressed.
"Do you think Whitney really has such a bodyguard by his side"
Of course, Mariah Carey was very happy to learn that when Walt took the initiative to sing the hero to her, there happened to be a small group dinner that night. She was very active, holding a wine glass in her hand, and Barabara kept chatting on various topics, under the table. His long legs were not honest yet, quietly hooked on Song Ya's leg beside him and swayed gently.
"How is it possible? It's just the script. She and Bobby Brown, a well-known singer, have just married, and Bobby has a bad temper."
Roberto Klevell shook his head, "And the script was written in 75 years, when the original author's favorite heroine was the older generation of diva, Barbra Streisand and Diana Ross."
The movie bodyguard starring Whitney Houston and Kevin Costner is very popular, and the theme song iiaaysove sung by Whitney is very popular. It is hard to avoid talking about this.
"Humph."
Mariah Carey took a sip, "If I were to act, it should be no worse than her."
Her words are a bit sour. The competitive psychology between several contemporary diva is very strong. She was naturally unhappy when she was going to watch this movie as a joke.
The upright Walter is not there, and the three men here are all flatters. "If you play, Miss Kelly is more convincing." David Cole laughed.
She acquiesced arrogantly, turned her head and glanced at Song Ya who was depressed, and slapped his arm, "ap, what's wrong with you today, you are the least gregarious."
"I don't have any." Song Ya smiled reluctantly, "I was just thinking about other things."
"I know what you are worried about." Roberto Clerville made a shooting gesture. "You noticed that you have been looking at the aisle and other guests."