Chapter 13 (1/2)

Unlike song Ya's music company, which is located at the cutting edge of fashion and fashion, a narrow and thick iron door protects old Qiao's music tightly. It seems that there is no doorbell. AK comes forward to beat hard, and the iron gate makes a dull clang.

”Go and buy some pizzas.”

Pablo took a wad of money out of his pocket, took out some of them and handed them to the muffler. ”Bring some more to drink.” He pointed to an intersection. ”Two traffic lights.”

”Muffler” quietly took the money to drive. At this time, the bar shaped PEEP on the iron door flashed, and then a black villain with his face tattooed lazily pushed the door open.

”Come on, Carl.”

Pablo complained that behind the door was an equally narrow staircase, and he walked first.

Carl and the people who entered the door one by one hit each other. ”My brother Alex, you can call him aplus.” Tony introduces Sonya to him, Carl nods, and the two get to know each other with another punch.

”It looks like a muffle.”

Song Ya murmured to himself that his attention was quickly attracted by the photos on both sides of the stairs. The photo frames were very beautiful. Most of the portraits, whether black and white or colored, had obvious dress and photographic styles of the 1950s, 1960s and even earlier. Of course, all of them were black. Old Joe appeared most frequently, young and middle-aged. It seems that he used to be a famous singer.

”This is me.”

Old Morgan pointed to one of them with pride. ”Look, what a handsome guy.”

The young man in the picture is really in the prime of his life, holding the golden Saxophone in his chest, revealing his white teeth and smiling brightly.

”It's a pity that the age of old jazz is over...” Old Morgan held his Saxophone box tightly, but his slight sadness only lasted for a short time, ”damn rock, damn disco, damn rhythm and Blues...” The gray haired old man suddenly turned into angry boy, who blamed his personal failure on the historical process, ”damned Kelly king!” In the end, even my colleagues refused to let go.

The second floor is much more spacious. There are two posters higher than others in the hall. One is old Joe, who is deeply impressed by song ya. He stands in the middle with his arms outstretched. Four black aunts are hugged by him. They are all of aunt Susie's bucket shape. Song Ya doesn't know any of them. The other is little Lori and al. In the visual center, little Lori has a straddling guitar, holding a stand microphone in both hands and looking directly at the camera. It's cool. There are some rock stars fan. Al can only lean over, holding a microphone in one hand and making hip-hop gestures in the other.

”It seems that little Lori is the number one in this company.”

Song Ya has a clear judgment on the strength of ”old Joe's music”. Maybe it was brilliant, but now it is definitely out of fashion.

”Call Al and ask him to come.”

Pablo snapped his finger again, pointing to the landline in the front desk, ”as fast as you can.”

AK reached out and picked up the phone from the front desk.

Pablo went on and stopped in front of a door with the sign in the recording. He put his ear to the door for a few seconds, then turned the handle and pushed it open.

Immediately there was a woman's scream.

”Get your pants up and get out of here!” Pablo didn't care. He went straight in and chased people.

In the dark room, a black man with bare arms wrapped his wife's upper body in his coat and slipped out with his head down.

Tony is laughing and yelling outside. He hasn't forgotten to introduce song ya to each other. ”This is my brother, Alec. You can call him aplus. Alex, this is Eric, our tuner

”Fxxxyou, Tony.” Eric murmured, and the woman next to him gave him a middle finger.

”Come in! Come in

This is a standard recording room. The outer room is the control room. There are mixer, chair, sofa and some miscellaneous equipment. The small room inside is the recording studio. Both sides can see each other through thick glass.

Pablo turned on all the lights. ”Get to work! ”Hurry up.” he opened the door of the studio again and let old Morgan and little Lori in. ”Score Song Ya made a snap.

Song Ya took the music from his bag, went into the recording studio and put them on the music stand in front of old Morgan and little Lori.

Xiao Luorui is still holding her breath. She doesn't say a word and doesn't even make eye contact with song ya.

Old Morgan took out his fancy glasses, put them on, and began to open his Saxophone box slowly.

”Come out and say it here.” Pablo's command came from the loudspeaker.

Song Ya quickly came out and closed the studio door.

”If you have any opinions, please press this, but don't interrupt them easily.”