Chapter 86 Rejection

"Do you believe what Donovan said? The seven major Hollywood film companies will join forces to suppress CAA."

When they left, Song Ya and Goodman were left, and the two sat down and chatted casually.

"Impossible, how can seven companies monopolize? Open a joint meeting? Then as long as there is one traitor, the other six will have to go to court, not to mention that there are a large number of small and medium film companies in Hollywood." Goodman replied: "But based on opposition The vigilance of the monopoly, they are indeed unlikely to let CAA dominate, and William Morris has the opportunity to recover the disadvantage."

"Every time I sign a contract, I'm too impulsive. It's done on the same day. Maybe it will be better to let them hang out for two days."

Song Ya said with some hindsight.

"Seven point five is not bad. Those independent agents only offer 5% of the lowest price when they face absolutely strong stars. William Morris also wants to save face."

Goodman turned on the TV, and the bombing of the Iraqi army was being broadcast live on the screen. "After the Vietnam War, we finally started dropping bombs on people's heads again," he said.

"It seems to be far away from us this time, and there is not much opposition in the country." Song Ya learned about the surging political activities in the United States in the middle and late stages of the Vietnam War in history class, and felt a little strange.

"Give me a suggestion, my ideas are not yet mature, but your songs should better avoid major issues of anti-war, world peace and equality in the future." Goodman suddenly talked about another topic.

"Why? That's all it takes for singers to mix their styles." Song Ya asked.

"The times are different. In the 1980s, Afghanistan was bombed indiscriminately. Based on propaganda considerations, we need these things. MJ is a master, with a good image, charity, caring for children and the poor, anti-war, anti-racism, They keep running around the world calling for peace, and you know that the people who are the most crazy about MJ are the Eastern Europeans under the original control. There is a reason for this. Now..." Goodman hesitated to speak.

"What now?"

"The country should learn the lessons of the Vietnam War, and will no longer allow cultural stars and politicians to frequently provoke anti-war issues. This is a general trend. People will not fall twice in the same place, and the country is the same. Throwing bombs, we Need to call for world peace, promote MJ all over the world, we drop bombs..."

"The country doesn't need MJ anymore, can it still affect his singing and posting albums, and affect the audience's preferences?" Song Ya was a little unconvinced.

"MJ brother and sister like to do this, they are both obsessed, and the secrets of success will change with the times... I hope they can realize it." Goodman turned off the TV.

"If you don't sing about big issues, do you really sing about big and thick gold chains and big gold watches, money, guns, drugs, cars, women, gangs and violence?" Song Ya thought about it carefully, and then she laughed , "Isn't that what black rappers do best?"

"Add some anti-racism to enhance the style, it's perfect!" Goodman also laughed.

Song Ya slept in the office for a while, and when she left for school in the morning, she met the property manager of the building at the door.

"There are more and more letters in your company, and the mailbox is full too fast."

He handed a lot of various mails to Song Ya to sign for, and took out another piece of paper, "Can you sign for my wife? She is your fan."

"..."

Song Ya finished signing with a smile, and sent him away with a little tip. He divided the mail into several categories, advertisements for various musical instruments and studio equipment, product catalogs, etc., and he threw them on the table in the control room. Delay will watch and deal with it. Advertisements for real estate, luxury goods, and even yacht companies also began to appear. These companies are very keen, and they all know that singers are rich, and their mails are beautifully printed. Some are simply a thick color magazine. Advertising emails go in the trash.

The rest, except for some bills, are emails from managers from all over the world, recommending new singers and some rough lyrics or inviting commercial performances, etc.,

Song Ya will put these things sent through regular channels on his desk, and read them carefully when he has time. As for the things stuffed in through the cracks in the door, they are all from managers or even pimps who want to go wild. up.

Drive the car downstairs at home, pick up Emily, and the two came to school together.

The initial freshness passed, and the students seemed to gradually see themselves with a normal heart. They all have two eyes and one nose, and fanatical star fans are a minority after all. Of course, this is inseparable from his low profile. He always wears homely clothes, a baseball cap, and always has his collar turned up. When he passes by on campus, he only looks down at the road, occasionally greets his classmates, and treats others without airs.

In the afternoon, the orchestra gathered for rehearsal. Song Ya found a familiar position, took out the trumpet from the box, and concentrated on assembling it while chatting casually with the left and right.

"A new member came today."

The music teacher introduced at the front, "Cassidy McGee, everyone is welcome."

Song Ya raised her head and saw a good girl standing next to the teacher holding a violin, "Hi." She smiled at everyone, and when she looked at herself, her eyes widened even more.

"So cruel..." He could only applaud with everyone.

Fortunately, the trumpet player is in the back row, far away from the violinist in front. During the rehearsal, the good girl made a few mistakes. The teacher was patient and only warned, "Cassidy, put your interview bring out the level."

Her basics are not bad, and the mistakes seem to be the cause of Qin.

"You should go and get a better violin, Cassidy..."

At the end of the rehearsal, the principal violinist was also a girl. She walked up to the good girl and said a word of ridicule before leaving with her head held high.

When the other girls in the band heard this sentence, they all held back their laughter and exchanged glances with each other.

It seemed that she was isolated on the first day. This kind of teasing of private school girls is nothing more than this. On the surface, they look full of laughter, but in fact they are talking about hurting each other, the kind without dirty words, and then form a few small groups to pass on other people's gossip and the like.

Song Ya was too lazy to take care of it, put away the trumpet, and took advantage of the good girl who was slowly packing up, put on her schoolbag and left.

"Hey... APLUS!"

In the end, he still didn't escape, and was about to start the car in the parking lot, when the good girl suddenly appeared in front of the car and greeted him.

Song Ya was taken aback, stepped on the brakes, rolled open the window, and looked at her suspiciously.

Today she was wearing a school uniform, holding a piano case in one hand, and a schoolbag in the other, and panting around to the door of the passenger seat, "My car broke down, can you take me for a ride?"

There are people coming and going in the parking lot, and many students have noticed this side.

It seems that the other party really fought hard today. This is not in an empty squash court. If you are rejected in public, you will probably be treated as a joke by your classmates for a long time when you go back.

"Sorry, Miss McKee, I'm not going to have a girlfriend at school."

Song Ya directly refused, and then started the car.

In the rearview mirror, the girl stood awkwardly in the open space after the F150 left, bearing mocking eyes from all directions.

But Song Ya didn't feel sorry for her at all. He even felt that it was too late to refuse. He had to harden his heart earlier, and he would have made his attitude clear to the other party earlier, and it wouldn't be what it is today.

"It's not the most beautiful, it's far worse than Mira..."

In addition, Mira is about to return to China. She said on the phone that the crew will probably leave Fiji in early February and return to the studio in Los Angeles to continue filming the remaining episodes.

At this moment, he didn't want to make any progress with a girl like jellybean.

He is very busy now, practicing I feel it coming on the late-night show, and then starting preparations for the recording of Remember The Name with Delay and Al, and managing three companies, all in his spare time.

William Morris also moved quickly. Donovan faxed a few documents, and they have already selected several acquisition targets for A+ Audio.