TL:- madghost
According to Song Ya's plan, the song ‘
’ would be best to put into Little Lori's new album. After all, part of his ‘
’ came from the music company owner in a pink suit.
The ‘adaptation’ design for the original song in his mind is that Lori is responsible for the RAP part, and the bass boss comes to sing those very brainwashed choruses.
He doesn’t hate Little Lori, and by avoiding the failure of Lori’s new project, he will also be able to solve Tony’s employment problem while also earning royalties from the song. All in one shot.
But in this way, he had to put the plan into practice as soon as possible: before Little Lori’s new special cassette starts the official production. And the time remaining for that was very short.
The purse is even less generous than the time.
*****
The numbers on the timer kept beating. Song Ya crossed his heart and sat down opposite of Goodman.
"Liquid!" (“液！”)
Goodman learned the tone and style of blacks: "You made a very correct decision, BRO!" He made a fist with his right hand and stretched out to Song Ya.
Song Ya didn't respond, instead, he straightened his face and stared at him coldly.
"I'm sorry." Goodman sighed, "Forget what I did just now, SORRY, SORRY..." He retracted his fist in embarrassment, and apologized frequently, "I was just too excited just now. Business has not been good recently... Mr. Song, I’m very sorry.”
Most of the other races are still afraid of blacks using this trick. Even honest blacks occasionally use this to test the reality of each other. Song Ya has crossed for a long time now, he can also use this strategy more flexibly. The key thing about this is to look in the eyes, and let out a murderous intent.
"Just call me Alex. The first question..." Taking advantage of the other party's small flaw, Song Ya is now 80% sure that the other party has no strong background and is not that brave. So he relaxed a little and took out the notebook to compare the questions. He saw the first one and asked: "Does the guardian have to sign a contract for someone under the age of 18?"
"Of course."
Goodman hurriedly walked to the file cabinet and opened a drawer, "Or the guardian can also sign a power of attorney and entrust others to perform the guardianship." He found a document and handed it to Song Ya, "This is a standard format for ‘The power of attorney’, but if you want to entrust part of the guardianship, you need the help of a lawyer. Wait..."
He scanned Song Ya carefully from top to bottom, "How old are you this year?"
"Fifteen, What's wrong?" Song Ya answered casually while looking at the file.
"F***!"
Goodman scolded annoyedly: "I was scammed by you just now, you little clever ghost!"
It doesn't matter if he was caught, "The second question…” Song Ya just continued to ask.
"What did you write? It's too inefficient for us to continue to ask and answer questions one by one."
But I didn’t expect Goodman to be the kind of character. In order to compensate for the last loss, he stretched his hand and took the notebook from Song Ya.
"Let me see, um, copyright transfer of the song; division of the rights and interests of the music album..." He muttered and went to find the relevant documents from the filing cabinet and threw them towards Song Ya one by one.
"There are too many rules in general, but the truth is, these standard format files aren’t very useful." Goodman sat back on his seat, "These laws are very flexible. And Hollywood and the music circle have their own ways to handle these things. First, find a good agent, the right people are the most important in this kind of thing."
"I checked the information, aren't there several associations that can protect the rights of songwriters and the copyright of songs?" Song Ya asked.
"Are you talking about ASCAP (American Association of Composers, Authors, and Publishers), BMI (American Broadcasting Music Association)?" Goodman explained: "First of all, they will only provide services for the rights of the members of the association. If you want to become a member, you have to pay a sum of money. The BMI is more expensive, while ASCAP is cheaper. The other way is to have your work published publicly. Do you have any? If so, they will usually send you an invitation."
"No, I am just doing legal advice for my first song now." Song Ya answered truthfully.
"Look, this is the problem." Goodman spread his hands out: "If you have not published your work publicly and have not been invited by them, you are not eligible to become a member, and on the other hand if you are not a member, it is difficult for you to publish your work publicly. This is a paradox. Right?"
Song Ya was a little dizzy, "So what about the copyright? Will my rights for song and music copyright be gone? For example, if it was taken over by a music company."
Goodman laughed, "This possibility is unavoidable. Hollywood still supports it. So many brokers, managers, lawyers, accountants, and so on, why? Isn't it because there are too many such things?"
"That sentence, find a good broker." He suggested again.
"What if I meet a bad agent? As you said, if I did not publish my work publicly, no agent would like to work for me, and if no agent works for me, and I would never be able to publish my work. This is also a paradox!" Song Ya was a little frustrated, the gap between this ideal and reality is a little far away.
"It's hard to get into this business, kid."
Goodman pointed to Song Ya, "A black guy like you...cough...I see a lot of African children, sitting in the back of the bus and humming songs. Singing while listening to the Walkman, while holding a pencil to write and draw on small pieces of paper, dreaming of becoming famous, right? Unfortunately, the reality is very cruel, the capitalist society will naturally eliminate most of it, and a small part of it will become the tip of the pyramid. How many famous singers have been produced in Chicago in the past ten years? If you divide it by the proportion of the population, what is your chance of success? There are also those boys and girls who go to Los Angeles to find their dreams every year. Do these people get to play good roles? Most people are losers, can't you see it. Face your own abilities and don't spend money on unrealistic dreams."
‘Nonsense, am I the same as them? Lao Tzu is a traverser with a plug-in!’ Song Ya rolled his eyes and secretly complained.
The two exchanged for a while. Goodman observed his face and felt that Song Ya did not seem to give up, so he was also too lazy to persuade: "If you want to be copyrighted, I will give you some advice. First, you must keep all the evidence, including your lyrics. Don’t throw away the manuscripts and scraps when you were creating them. You can use them when you are in a copyright lawsuit. It’s best to record a demo of your own songs because singing is also a kind of copyright.”
"Second, you can make the lyrics and music demo and take it to ASCAP for a copyright filing. It’s about twenty dollars. Note that this is just filing and does not mean that ASCAP recognizes your copyright. If ASCAP recognizes your copyright, it will probably cost hundreds of dollars and several months. This much time is needed because they have to do work such as comparison. But even then you still can't become a member. "
"Finally, increasing the share of brokers is a good strategy in the first few years of entering the industry. However, the broker contract should not exceed three years. If you are not satisfied with his work, you will not be able to change him if the time comes. If you can really get into the job and are eligible to become a member of ASCAP or BMI, the various assistance provided by the association can also share part of the broker's work. The many difficulties you are facing now will not be so difficult at that time... "
After speaking, Goodman pointed to the timer, which happened to be in the fifty-five minutes.
Song Ya felt that he was still very conscientious, and he had benefited a lot, so he stood up and shook hands with him solemnly. "Thank you." He took out thirty-five dollars and handed it to the other party.
"Uh...the consultation fee is the consultation fee. You also need to pay ten dollars for the data fee.” Goodman pointed to the documents that Song Ya put into the briefcase.
"..."
Song Ya quickly took out all the documents, and only picked out a useful guardian entrustment agreement. He then took out ten dollars and together with other documents, handed them to Goodman.
"Cheapskate! "Goodman scolded, and carefully checked the banknotes he received.
"You are from the south city, right?” He asked suddenly.
"Yes, why?"
"Be careful of those who use cash to pay for the contract." Goodman flicked the paper money in his hand: "Most south city black...African people like to accept cash for payment because they can evade tax. Once you evade taxes, if it's past tax season, and he breaches the contract, you won't dare to sue him because the contract will be exposed, and he will just face a lawsuit, while you will be facing the IRS, got it?"
Song Ya knows how powerful the IRS is, the most famous Alcapone, the boss of the Chicago gang, fell into the hands of the Internal Revenue Service, which is more terrifying than the FBI.
Thanking him again, Song Ya left the GOODMAN law firm.
TL:- madghost
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