The old men's reaction was dull, but UU reading www.uukanshu.com, the waitresses in the bar had their eyes bright.
"Come with me." Tony familiarizes himself with the road and pulls Song Ya into the innermost shadow, and sits on a sofa alone.
A male waiter with a Mexican face brought several girls, all black and white tall, short, fat and thin.
"Give him the best!" Tony pointed to a white girl in Song Ya, "He likes white ones, I know." Then he slapped his hands proudly, "Wine! Wine! Where is the wine!?"
The girl walked up to Song Ya, and sat down on his lap, but the meat bomb stunned her face, "Boy, haven't you been here?"
"He is a chick! Hahaha!" Tony cried strangely, "Give him the best service!" He took out some more money and stuffed the girls' chests.
Song Ya was suffocated with boredom, and she shrank back.
Early the next morning, Song Ya woke up and looked around. Tony, ‘Muffler’, Al, and Dile were still asleep, and there were countless empty wine bottles of various brands on the table in front of them.
He rubbed his temples to relieve the headache after a hangover, and checked the zippers of his pants again. Fortunately, it was not absurd to hold back any disease from a woman in this place.
"Mr."
A waiter handed over the bill.
Song Ya looked at the number of one thousand and three, took a breath, looked at Tony who was still snorting, and had to take out the checkbook, "Are you accepting the check?"
"Yes, sir, but you can't leave right away, we have to check it." The waiter replied politely.
"Okay." Song Ya signed the check and handed it to the other party, "Does Tony come often?"
"Yes, sir, but it is all paid by Mr. Lowry. Mr. Lowry is very generous, spending about two thousand a time."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 63: Studio singer
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Tony and the others went to the notebook, Dile’s synthesis sound was also prepared to make do, there are still many unsolved difficulties that can only be taken slowly.
Hayden called and said that after another month’s Thanksgiving Day to February next year, it is the awards season for large and small record awards. At that time, the senior management of each record company will be very busy, and it is best to get the semi-finished products before Thanksgiving.
In that case, Song Ya didn't plan to delay any more, and officially entered the recording studio.
Soon, he discovered the shortcomings of this body, his voice is good, but after years of specializing in the trumpet and neglecting singing practice, it is almost impossible for him to rank among the top singers in his life. Almost all top singers in the U.S. have received vocal practice since they were young. Even if they are from grass-roots, they can show their potential beyond their peers in choirs or choirs as late as twelve or three. After excavation, talent, hard work and luck are indispensable, and finally it is possible to reach the top of the pyramid.
He can't go back to the past to build a foundation, and second, he is still focused on his studies and business. Even if he practiced hard during this time, it is still far from enough.
When he really tried to reproduce the height of the original song, all the problems that he didn't feel during the previous recording of the demo and practice appeared. When dealing with various small details such as vibrato, he lost everything. The second half of the song began to be obviously unstable. Will swallow syllables such as Z and K at the end of words unconsciously...
There is also a bit of a difficult place just like before, so I can only drink water quickly to hide the embarrassment.
Yuanshang is a singer at the top of the pyramid, he can confirm now, even if this apocalypse song is not difficult at first glance.
"Well, let's take a break." Dilay turned off the accompaniment in front of the mixer, "Is it all right for one minute?"
"I feel like you can't APLUS..."
Al’s voice came over, and he spoke much more directly, "Would you like to record a sentence? The defect can be solved by later repair."
"In that case, what should I do if I show up in the future?" Dile asked.
Al had an idea, "If you feel like you can't sing, just avoid it. If you forget the word, point the microphone down the stage. If your breath is unstable, wipe your sweat. The audience will think you are just tired. You can lip-synch when it is not important. ."
"That's what a singer who has been famous for a long time or who has given up himself!"
Di Lai strongly disagrees, "This is the first song of APLUS. If the first shot fails, the outside world will be labeled as a studio singer (a derogatory name for a singer who sings in the studio). He will be finished later."
"emmmm……"
Song Ya didn't think he would be over. He calmly considered it. Although the original singer is a top singer, the traces of post-processing are everywhere. It is unreasonable that he, as a plagiarism party, can delusionate that the blue is better than the blue. "In fact, one sentence Sentence recording is nothing, right? The focus of my song was originally on electronic music, and there are many places modified with electronic music in the later stage, and there will be scenes in the future, no matter how hard it is to reproduce the effect of the finished product, so..."
"You are the boss, you have the final say." Diley replied quietly.
"Let's record a sentence first." Song Ya made a decision, "Recording while practicing, now the first task is to get a semi-finished product out, so I can take it to New York."
The recording continued, and the progress of recording each sentence suddenly accelerated. After each sentence was recorded, Song Ya would communicate with them about post-processing problems.
"Fix it, I always sing this sentence badly."
"These endings should be a little bit current."
"These two sentences are turned into electronic sounds. I want to have the effect of talking robots like R2 in Star Wars."
"These two sentences will also be transferred, but some changes..."
is about to maintain the progress of two days and one section, ten days later, in a professional mixing studio in Chicago, the semi-finished version of Ifeelitcoming was released.
"Wow..." Hayden finished listening, "It feels completely different from the last demo, although it is still very MJ."
"Delete the blue-toned MJ with more electronic sound..."
Dile murmured, he was still worried about Song Ya's scene, "Don't stop practicing APLUS."
"Don't worry, I have high demands from me." Song Ya calmed him, "So... no problem?"
Dile nodded.
"I think it's good," Al said.
"Very good, although I don't understand it very well, but I can also feel that there are very new ideas and progress." Hayden complimented as usual.
The next day, Song Ya brought Hayden, Al and Song Asheng to New York.
Four people enter the SBK headquarters, and Song Ya first visits Daniel alone.
Daniel was silent this time. In the past, Song Ya was most afraid of Daniel's long talk about him, and always raised his spirit for fear of being fooled by him. Now he feels that Daniel, who talks very little, is even worse because it means that he has lost value to him.
"Give you."
Daniel first handed him a ticket, which was the ticket to the 33rd Grammy Awards to be held in January next year.
"Wow...Do I have a chance..." Song Ya was anxious.
"Don't think about it, ninety-nine percent have no chance, Milla, Lori and you have no chance." Daniel slammed the cold water.