Chapter 77

There are too many benefits of being airborne to the top of the billboard charts. Young people who follow fashion and music fans will buy singles out of curiosity. The paper media had to start talking about and analyzing the style of lyrics and music. Whether it was good or bad, they had to give an attitude. This greatly increased the exposure, and it was free.

I feel it coming. The sales increase in the next week is predictable. Sales volume is one of the calculation weights of the Billboard singles chart, which in turn can help the charts. Coupled with the regular promotion that Columbia Records has been investing in, The whole project has entered a positive cycle.

The DJ helped to reach the top of the list, the list drove sales and media attention, which in turn encouraged Columbia Records to increase its publicity, and then several weight directions worked together, and the position on the list continued to rise, driving more sales and attention...

very perfect.

And once the fame is established, the rest of the publicity trip can start to make money along the way. Many local nightclubs and bars contacted Hayden.

"You choose the one with a higher price tag, the one that is safer, and schedule it."

Song Ya now needs some extra cash income to smooth out the accounts of the constant bribes sent to black DJs everywhere.

Hai registered, "Okay, but if you don't sing in those places, you will be beaten?" He laughed.

"It doesn't matter if you really sing. There are no cameras in those places. If you sing overturned, you are not afraid of being left behind as evidence. At least your reputation will be bad." Song Ya heard a lot of knowledge about acupuncture from Tony.

"It's time for you to add some staff, at least one assistant or manager." Hayden suggested, "It's better to have someone who can eat in a nightclub, otherwise you'll have trouble getting billed after the show."

"Ok."

Song Ya knew that he didn't have enough manpower here, and Tony was the best, but he and 'Muffler' came to help for a week and then went back to Little Lowry. Al's personality is too axisy, and he is not suitable for that kind of thing. The white men Hayden and Delay are even worse, and besides, they have a lot of things to do.

"Forget about the manager, I can handle it myself, and I can find an assistant, but..."

The manager needs to be divided according to the income like the agent. Song Ya doesn't want to bleed. He knows in his heart that an assistant is a close person, and it involves collecting cash from nightclubs and other places. He must be absolutely trustworthy. At present, except for Tony , he couldn't think of any good candidates. It's a pity that Tony is loyal to little Lowry.

"How's Tyron?" Al interjected.

"do not……"

Song Ya didn't want to involve unrelated relatives, and besides, he was also a stuffy jar like a 'silencer', which was also not suitable.

"I used to complain about the slave culture to Tony, but now I think I don't have enough slaves..."

He thought helplessly, "Forget it, I'll do it myself this time. Anyway, there are only three weeks left for the promotion, and then I have to go back to Chicago to go to school. Hayden, you will check for me and only choose regular big nightclubs."

"OK."

Hayden took notes one by one, and he was much more diligent during this time after being threatened by Song Ya not to renew his contract.

"Can you help me design some moves that can be performed in a nightclub? As far as I know, that kind of place requires a lot of interaction."

Song Ya looked at the person in charge of the propaganda.

"indeed."

The other party laughed, "Your stage performance was a disaster, I've been meaning to say it for a long time."

"..."

"Just kidding, just kidding, so, have you seen MJ's performance?"

The person in charge of publicity pressed his crotch with one hand, and then moved forward.

"Who doesn't know MJ's signature moves."

"You can learn it and change it a little bit, and when it comes to I feel it coming..." He swings his hands back and forth with his hands hanging on his sides, his hips straightening up and down in accordance with the rhythm, "That's all right.

You know, in places like nightclubs, such suggestive actions can easily heat up the atmosphere. "

"That's it..." Song Ya is very good at drawing inferences. He remembered the action that was killed by Zack Schneider in the MV, "Then when I sing And the heat between your legs, can I use this action?"

He folded his hands together in front of his chest, then spread them to the sides.

"Yes, yes! Hahaha!"

The head of publicity and Hayden, Delay, and Al all laughed.

The first stop of the trip to the south was New Orleans, the hometown of jazz. It is said that the performance method first came from the black musicians in the red light district there, because the white people upstairs needed a lightness, like touching a woman’s skin, tilting The curtain, the music that slides under the bed, but does not disturb the passion.

Today’s New Orleans even retains part of the pattern of a century ago. Although there is no legal racial discrimination, the blacks and whites here are still clearly separated, and the wealthy districts of the whites still retain the old style of the colonial era of the last century. , while the black districts are poor and noisy. Unlike the Southside of Chicago, it is closer to Mexico, and it is easier to obtain drugs extracted from plants. Unlike the Chicago gangs, they have long set their sights on chemical products new gadgets.

The radio DJs here are very proud. In addition to their proud jazz, they also have their own southern rap, and they always scoff at the styles of other regions.

"I've heard your second-hand store... the song expresses the joy of picking items in a second-hand store, and then satirizes the shopping psychology of those who blindly chase famous brands. Am I right?"

"Yes, that's right."

Columbia Records picked a radio DJ who doesn't really like embarrassment, and he was interviewed, and unexpectedly, the guy asked a very weird question, "So you think this is a kind of self-dwarfing? It's like, this is It’s like a value is imposed by the white people, the black group deserves to be poor and can’t afford famous brands, and then you don’t try to change all this in the song, but instead enjoy yourself in this value...”

"WTF..."

Song Yaxin said, what the hell is this question? He couldn't bring up the fact that the original singer in the apocalypse was white, so he had to avoid it, "Good question, but I didn't have this idea when I wrote this song, you know, the lyrics of the rap part were written by Lowry Jr. , I think he should be able to give you the answer."

Since Little Lowry took his own lyrics, he should bear this kind of crime.

After a battle of wits and courage, both sides ended the visit with dissatisfaction.

"The DJ of this house set me up, and I will not accept interviews with him from now on." Song Ya walked out of the radio station and whispered to Hayden.

In the studio, "The listening rate has dropped by 3 points!" The wailing of the staff came into the earphones.

"FXXX! This APLUS is cunning and boring, don't invite him to my show again." DJ collapsed on the chair helplessly.

In the evening, Song Ya appeared in a very large local nightclub.

"Tonight's guest! APLUS!"

The nightclub host clamored loudly, "Bring the fifteenth song on the Billboard this week, I feel it coming!"

"Wow!" The men and women in the nightclub twisted their bodies and cast their eyes on the small stage.

The lights came on, and Song Ya stood in front, forming a triangle with Al and Dilai behind him. Dilai pressed the keyboard, Al played the electric guitar, and the prelude sounded.

Song Ya kept using gestures to interact with the people below, pointing to the nearby white girl for a while, and waving to the people behind.

"Tell me what you really like..."

He relaxed and opened his voice, without the post-retouching, the original sound slightly different from MJ's voice flowed.

"I feel it coming, I feel it coming babe..."

When he sang this sentence, he remembered the advice of the person in charge of publicity, with an ambiguous smile on his face, his hands hanging on his sides, swinging slightly, and his crotch pushed forward.

"Whoa! Whoa!" Immediately, ghosts and wolves howled, and people reacted very excitedly. Some men took this opportunity to stick their bodies to their female companions.

"I can feel that body shake, And the heat between your legs..."

After singing this, Song Ya spread her hands on her chest.

The men and women immediately snickered knowingly.

"I know what you've..."

The broken place here is Song Ya's big problem. He immediately twisted his upper body violently, acting like he was singing high and shaking his head. In fact, he wanted to keep his mouth away from the audience's sight. The pad sound makes up the second half of the sentence in time.

Seamless.