Chapter 155 Please

"You have six songs now, are you going to release a mini album?"

Outside Motura's office at Sony's Columbia Records headquarters, Walt, who was waiting for a meeting, chatted with Song Ya in a low voice.

"I'll have to think it over."

A mini-album usually has five or six songs, exactly what a high-density vinyl record can hold. The advantage is that you can make a fortune first. If you do it well, you can also warm up for future albums. The disadvantage is that the album will be diverted away. Buying gas may cause both ends to fail.

According to the examples of past singers, the latter possibility is more likely, but the apocalypse is not stable, and the ghost knows when the next few songs will come. For Song Ya, there is nothing wrong with releasing a mini album first to get the benefits.

"Don't think about it for too long, it's almost July, and the first single of MJ's album will be released in October." Walter reminded.

"I know." Song Ya nodded.

At this time, the door of Motura's office was pushed open, and Lee Phillips, a lawyer in charge of MJ's distribution business, came out.

"Don't play tricks with me! Li!" Motura roared angrily from inside, "I must see his first MV before August!"

Lee Phillips didn't answer, nodded and smiled politely at Song Ya and Walt, and strode away.

The rumors outside are indeed true. Although MJ is under Motura's banner, Motura's control over him is very weak.

Both of them pretended not to hear what Motura said just now, and pushed the door open with smiles as usual.

"FXXK!"

Motula was pouring wine with his neck up, but he didn't intend to hide anything, "A manager, four lawyers, I have to pass the message through them to communicate with the singers under my banner!"

Song Ya and Walt looked at each other, and it was hard to pretend that nothing happened, "It's his own album, he should know it well." Walt persuaded.

MJ's new album this time is also the first album he released after he transferred to Motura. According to past experience, his album will continue to sell well for several years. Coupled with a global tour concert, it will be worth hundreds of millions of dollars at least How could Motura not care about such a big business.

"call."

Motula panted and put the wine glass back on the table, "His shitty lawyers and managers haven't agreed yet.

He waved his hand, "Forget it, let's talk about our business." "

Walter handed Song Ya's "Trumpet" single cover and some documents to him.

The cover is still Song Ya’s favorite unified style. The brass color block of the wind instrument occupies most of the area, and in the corner is the silhouette of Song Ya playing the trumpet. The last single cover of Empire State of Mind was blurred with New York’s skyscrapers The color block at the back is the main body, and in the corner is the silhouette of Song Ya and Mariah Carey singing duet, and the silhouette of a piano behind them.

"Mr. Motura, when will the large-scale publicity of Empire State of Mind start?" Song Ya asked while Motura was signing the document.

"emmm..."

Motura stopped writing and pondered for a few seconds, "It's a little troublesome. The response of this song from the professional media and music critics is very good, but it can't be sold outside the Greater New York area. I canceled the plan of the publicity department. I’ll go back and wait for them to make something that satisfies me.”

"All right."

Song Ya also agreed with him. It is indeed a bit difficult for this single praising New York to sell all over the country.

Motura quickly signed, and the two left.

"Is MJ's own lawyer and agent at odds?" Song Ya remembered that at the Grammy celebration dinner earlier this year, MJ's lawyer Blanca and agent Sandy Glenn had quarreled in front of her.

Walt laughed a few times, "This is MJ's management art, don't you want to see your agent and lawyer get along well?" He asked back.

"Uh..." Hayden and Goodman do have a good relationship, but Song Ya guessed that they would not be able to cheat him if they teamed up, "Even if it is for defense, there is no need to make the relationship so tense, right? It will affect the new album Isn't everyone finished with the sale?"

"That's out of our control." Walter shook his head. "Stop talking about MJ, especially in this building." He reminded.

"Okay, thank you, Walter."

Song Ya knew that the other party was out of kindness. The person with the best relationship with Sony Columbia Records was Roberto Clivell. After all, the two had a business cooperation, but he was most at ease with Walt's character.

Sony Columbia has much lower expectations for the song 'Trumpet' than Remember The Name. They plan to release the single in early July, let Song Ya start the talk show at the same time, cooperate with the early publicity of the B-list level, and then look at the sales situation Adjusting the publicity strategy is a very standard set of procedures.

Even Song Ya herself does not plan to push this song with all her strength. There are too many electronic music embellishments in the song, which will definitely be criticized in this era. In front of her eyes, she was tortured enough even if she didn't practice her voice. It's better for her, a habitual criminal of her voice training, to keep a low profile.

However, this song also has its bright spots. No matter in the United States or the world, the higher the talent of the singer, the more popular it is for the general public. Song Ya will perform trumpet playing on TV programs, and then cooperate with Sony Columbia's announcement to praise him as a genius. The personality of the teenager is further consolidated.

So besides filming the MV, his main task now is to practice the trumpet.

After several preparatory meetings with Zack Schneider and the producer, Song Ya changed the plan and decided to shoot most of the MV scenes in a studio in New York, which would save some money and be convenient. Those classical band trumpet players... I can only say sorry to them. Their roles will be replaced by dancers. After all, it is a MV. It doesn’t matter if you can’t play the trumpet. And dance skills, professional classical musicians do not have.

"Okay, not bad."

In the studio, Song Ya, who came to confirm the set, expressed his satisfaction, "The decoration next to the bed should be more futuristic." He made a few small suggestions, and the prop master took notes one by one.

"The dancers are here."

The producer personally brought a white man in his twenties over to say hello, "APLUS, you know. APLUS, this is Adam Shankman."

"Hello." The two shook hands.

"Shankman's dance team performed on stage at the 1990 Academy Awards, and he has a deep research on the direction of hip-hop dance." The producer introduced.

Song Ya chatted with the other party for a few words, and pulled the producer aside to speak alone, "I don't need to use such a professional dance team, and this team is a bit crowded, and it's too 'white'." Just now Shankman followed Twenty or thirty young men and women, mostly white.

"We pay the money, so you can use it." The producer whispered, "This dance team has not been able to get work recently, and it is almost impossible to maintain it, so let's do them a favor." He winked at Song Ya blinked.

"You want to help them, right?" Song Ya complained secretly in her heart. This producer, who has always admired his money-saving style, abnormally packed the entire huge dance team, and he must be doing it with the MV production fee of Columbia Records. Favor.

"Fine."

Song Ya promised that there was no need to expose the private transaction of the other party, and she would not spend her own money anyway, "But it is indeed too 'white', this is not acceptable, I cannot offend the black community."

It's still an old problem, even if the dancers are all white, it won't please the white people, because they won't focus on it, but doing so will definitely offend the black people. He originally planned to ask his dance coach to bring people over from Chicago.

"I see." The producer took Song Ya back to communicate with Shankman.

"I want four to six dancers dressed as trumpet players, and four to six hip-hop dancers, half of whom must be women and half of African descent." Song Ya put forward the demand.

"I see." Shankman had no bargaining capital, so he could only agree, "I can probably come up with ten dancers who meet the requirements."

"Okay, I will call someone from Chicago to fill in the rest, then you should bring someone into the group as soon as possible."

As soon as Song Ya got the dancer, Roberto Clivell's heroine called again, "APLUS, I still remember that we talked about the casting of the heroine of I Feel It Coming when we had a dinner together, the Latin I mentioned to you Girl Shakira?"

"Well, Roberto, the heroine has already been decided."

Fergie is already on the plane to New York excitedly, Song Ya doesn't want the backyard to catch fire at this time...