Chapter 63: Studio Singer

You've been scared of love

And what it did to you

You don't have to run

I know what you've ahem... Hold on, I'll take a sip.

Tony and the others went to the notebook, and Delay's synthesized voice was also well prepared, and there were still many unsolved difficulties that could only be taken slowly.

Hayden called and said that it would be another month from around Thanksgiving to February next year. It would be the awards season for big and small record awards. At that time, the executives of the record companies would be very busy. It is best to get the semi-finished product before Thanksgiving.

That being the case, Song Ya is not going to procrastinate any longer, and officially enters the recording studio.

Soon, he discovered the shortcomings of this body. His voice was good, but after years of specialization in trumpet and lack of singing practice, it was almost impossible for him to become a top singer in this life. Almost all the top singers in the United States have been receiving vocal music training since they were young. Those who have a family background are not counted. After excavation, talent, hard work and luck are indispensable, and finally it is possible to reach the top of the pyramid.

First, he couldn't go back to the past to build a foundation, and second, he was distracted by his studies and business. Even though he practiced hard during this time, it was still far from enough.

When he really tried to reproduce the height of the original singing, all the problems that he didn't feel during the recording demo and practice all appeared. Will unconsciously swallow Z, K and other syllables at the end of the word...

And just like before, when I encountered a slightly difficult place, I would stop, so I could only drink water quickly to cover up the embarrassment.

The original singer is a singer at the top of the pyramid, and he can now confirm that even though this apocalyptic song doesn't look difficult at first glance.

"Okay, let's take a break." Delay in front of the mixer turned off the accompaniment, "A minute is all right?"

"I feel like you can't do APLUS..."

Al's voice came over, and he spoke much more directly, "Why don't you record a sentence? The flaws can be resolved through post-processing."

"In that case, what should we do when we show up in the future?" Di Lai asked.

Al came up with an idea, "If you feel that you can't sing, you can hide it. If you forget the words, you can point the microphone to the audience. If your breath is not stable, wipe your sweat. The audience will think that you are just tired, and you can lip-sync on unimportant scenes. .”

"That's what singers who have been famous for a long time or have given up on themselves do!"

De Lay strongly disagreed, "This is APLUS's first song, if the first shot fails, the outside world will be labeled as a studio singer (a derogatory term for singers who turn over when they really sing in the studio), It's over for him."

"Emmmm..."

Song Ya didn't think he would be finished. He thought about it calmly. Although the original singer is a top singer, there are traces of post-processing everywhere. It doesn't make sense that he, as a plagiarist, can still think that the blue is better than the blue. "In fact, one sentence The sentence recording is nothing, right? The focus of my song is originally on the electronic sound, and there are many places to be modified with electronic sound in the later stage. When it appears on the scene in the future, no matter how hard it is, I can’t reproduce the effect of the finished product, so..."

"You are the boss and you have the final say." Di Lai replied calmly.

"Let's record a sentence first." Song Ya made a decision, "Practice while recording. The first task now is to produce a semi-finished product, so that I can take it to New York."

The recording continued, and the progress of recording a sentence suddenly accelerated. After each sentence was recorded, Song Ya would communicate with them about the post-processing problems.

"Fix it, I can't always sing this sentence well."

"These endings should have a little electric sound."

"These two sentences are converted into electronic sounds,

I want the robot talking effect similar to R2 in Star Wars. "

"These two sentences should also be changed, but there must be some changes..."

About two days a section of progress, more than ten days later, in a professional mixing studio in Chicago, a semi-finished version of I feel it coming was released.

"Wow..." Hayden finished listening, "It's completely different from the last demo, although it's still very MJ."

"MJ who removed the blues accent and added electronic music..."

Di Lai muttered, he was still very worried about Song Ya's scene, "Don't stop practicing APLUS."

"Don't worry, I've always been very demanding of myself." Song Ya comforted him, "So... no problem?"

Delay nodded.

"I feel good," Al said.

"It's good. Although I don't understand it very well, I can feel that there are great innovations and progress." Hayden complimented as usual.

The next day, Song Ya arrived in New York with Hayden, Al and Song Asheng.

The four entered the SBK headquarters, and Song Ya first visited Daniel alone.

This time, Daniel was much more silent. In the past, Song Ya was most afraid of Daniel's long speeches to her, and always raised her spirits for fear of being fooled by him. Now she feels that Daniel, who doesn't talk much, is even worse, because it means that she has lost value to him.

"for you."

Daniel first handed him a ticket for the 33rd Grammy Awards Ceremony to be held in January next year.

"Wow...do I have a chance..." Song Ya secretly delighted.

"Don't think about it. Ninety-nine percent have no chance. Mira, Little Lowry and you have no chance." Daniel poured cold water on his head.

"That?"

"Points, remember? If you go once, you can accumulate points. Maybe there will be a day when you have enough points..." Daniel said, "If you don't go, not only will you not get points, but you will also be in the jury. That deducts impression points."

"Okay, I'll go." Song Ya carefully put away the tickets, and handed over the semi-finished record of "I feel it coming" to the other party.

Daniel quietly listened to the song for more than four minutes, and then took off his headphones, "Two years?" He spit out two words.

"I don't want to limit the posting time to Daniel." Song Ya also handed over her bottom line.

Daniel shrugged, did not speak, and was very absent-minded.

Song Ya was very disappointed, and put out the idea of ​​talking to Daniel about Robert before coming here. The tacit cooperation of the two multi-platinum singles seems to have failed to accumulate enough points in Daniel's heart.

The next step is pure business. This time I brought Song Asheng here to settle the share of the sales of the first one million copies to De Klerk.

The average price given by SBK is 6.5 yuan. Song Ya's lyrics and music royalties are 12% plus the producer's share is 3%. From the sales of one million copies, he can get 975,000.

Thrift stores are still slowly making their way toward three million copies, and with the Lowry II album relaunching in December, sales of singles are expected to slow.

It is estimated that there are 2 million copies of Zhi De Klerk, the exact amount has not been determined, but it is better than the second-hand store because the sales momentum in Europe is very good. It seems to be very appetizing to Europeans.

Song Ya didn't let Song Asheng force SBK to pay the bill, but this time it wasn't SBK's initiative to release good intentions, but because of Mira's urging.

As Song Asheng and other financial personnel arrived at the scene one after another, a tall forty-year-old Caucasian male strode in.

"Hello, Daniel!"

He had a loud voice, with a hairy accent, and was wearing an expensive light-colored tailored suit. As soon as he entered the door, he stretched out his hand and walked straight towards Daniel.

In terms of appearance... Well, it should be Mira's father, that's right, the Mr. Jovovich who almost went bankrupt in an investment company in Los Angeles.