Chapter 65

"So, you're going to make the sound clearer and more penetrating, but you want some parts to give the listener the sense of coming from the far end?"

In Walt's small office, he and his staff were discussing technical issues with Song Ya. A lawyer from Columbia Records sat in the other corner with Hayden, chatting quietly.

"Probably so, how would you describe it? Um... like... like there's a thin mist between me and the audience, you know what I mean?"

Song Ya tried his best to describe the feelings brought to him by the original song as accurately as possible.

"I understand, I understand." Walter glanced at the mixing master beside him.

"Try it with an iron cage first." The sound mixer shrugged.

"Help me check Miss Kelly's itinerary." Walter immediately picked up the phone and said something.

'Zizi...' The fax machine in the room started to work, and contracts were spat out one after another.

Song Ya took it from Al and looked through it carefully. The contract reviewed by Goodman has been modified in many places, most of which are minor details, but there is a sentence "all songs created before the release of the first single and the first album" His 'creation' was changed to 'lead singer', so his scope of responsibility was greatly reduced.

"It shouldn't be, why didn't I notice this before, fortunately there is Goodman, otherwise I wouldn't be able to write songs for other record companies before the first album is released..."

He glanced at the opposing lawyer who was walking towards him, and handed him the contract.

"good."

The lawyer read the revised version without any embarrassment of being exposed, and flicked the contract with his finger, "Yes, I will print out the official text by pressing this."

When he left the room, the phone rang again. Walter answered it with a few hums, and then said to Song Ya: "It just so happens that the iron cage has three days to spare, and Kelly has gone to do publicity."

"Whoa, so I'm going to use Mariah Carey's studio?"

Song Ya heard what Walter meant. Four of Mariah Carey's first singles had the momentum to win the Billboard charts in turn. She is currently the fastest rising female singer in the whole meter, and is also recognized as DIVA Successor, think about the first time I met her in Detroit, the other party was still a newcomer, it has only been a few months...

Sony Columbia is so highly praised, and there is also an ambiguous relationship with the president Motura, the recording studio she uses must be the world's top.

"There are only three days, you have to hurry up, it's best to start tonight." Walter reminded.

"Thank you anyway, Walter."

The two sides communicated about many technical issues, mainly at the request of Song Yati, and the other party's big cow outlined the way to realize it. Unknowingly, a few hours later, the lawyer sent over the contract text, which was already signed by Motura .

"It turns out that Motura is in this building..."

It seems that he is still a small role for Motura, Song Ya carefully checked all the texts again before signing his name on it.

The first album with no deadline is sold to Columbia. For the first single I feel it coming, the producer A+ Records and Song Ya, the songwriter, lead singer and producer, can share a total of 70%. The publisher Sony Columbia Records shares 30%, which is a standard distribution contract. Of course, Song Ya also had to pay for the temporary help of Walt's big men, as well as the rental fee for borrowing Sony Columbia record equipment, and some other miscellaneous costs.

"Happy cooperation." Everyone present shook hands in greeting.

"Is this why people speak lightly?" Hayden laughed with Song Ya in private.

"Maybe Sony Columbia has a different definition of people who are soft-spoken." Song Ya also smiled.

In the evening, Song Ya stood at the recording studio code-named 'Iron Cage'...below.

He walked into a very large old-fashioned fenced elevator, not that Sony Columbia couldn't afford a newer elevator,

Instead, it was deliberately made into an old-fashioned appearance, just to conform to the overall style of the 'Iron Cage' and spared no expense on cost, very rich and powerful.

Taken to the upper floor by the elevator, it is indeed worthy of the name of the iron cage. The semi-circular recording studio is very small. When you step in, you have the feeling of being locked in a cage. According to Walter, this is specially based on Mariah Carey. The sound characteristics of the design.

Because it is small, apart from the microphone, there is only a long table behind the glass facing the control room outside, with some small items placed on it, and nothing else.

Song Ya casually picked up a calendar next to the white porcelain mug. In addition to the handwritten itinerary, there were also some capitalized words of self-encouragement.

"Don't touch any of Miss Kelly's personal belongings APLUS!" Walter warned outside.

"Uh, okay." Song Ya put down the calendar.

The outside control room, which is dominated by imitation wood light yellow, is very large. The sofa against the wall has no sense of presence. The whole room is full of various equipment on the side of the recording studio. Many others are simply bare metal boxes with their own name tags on them. Some are devices that have not yet been released to the public by various companies, and some are simply made by the Sony Columbia technical team.

The big cows adjusted the equipment, "Let's start." Walt ordered.

Song Ya opened her voice and recorded a section.

When I went out to the control room and listened to it with headphones, it was really different. The proper echo design of the iron cage made the finished product have an overwhelming sound pressure effect.

"Then we follow the previous idea..." The mixing master over there played another version that has undergone preliminary post-processing.

"Wow..." Song Ya found that the misty feeling in the original song reappeared.

Song Ya made a few suggestions, went in and recorded again, and then came out to brainstorm with Walt and the others, and then revised... Gradually, the masters who completed the task finished their work one after another, and there were fewer and fewer people in the control room.

"That's it." Walter glanced at Delay who came in with a bag on his back, "You can record it like this if you are satisfied."

Song Ya looked at the clock on the wall and pointed to five in the morning, "I'm very satisfied, thank you, Walter."

Walt patted the back of the left-behind staff who had fallen asleep in front of the mixer, "Ask him any questions about equipment operation, three days, remember, only three days."

"I see."

Song Ya sent him out, came back and said to Di Lai, "Let's continue."

"Can you hold on?" Delay put the bag next to Al, who was snoring on the couch.

"I am sixteen years old, Dilai." Song Ya pressed the pager with a smile, and ordered some food and coffee, "You heard it just now, we only have three days."

Three days later, Song Ya, who had only slept for a few hours, finally got the desired version and fell asleep on the sofa. Delay will take all the master tapes for the final mixing and editing.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he was in a daze when he heard Al and a woman arguing outside the door.

"This is my recording studio! I'm going in!"

"I don't care what APLUS he is! No one is allowed to use my recording studio!"

"I don't care, I don't know him!"

The door was pushed open, and Song Ya saw Mariah Carey, who was dressed at home, come in angrily, and Walt followed behind with an embarrassed face, "Three days..." He pointed to the watch on his wrist.

"Damn, I overslept." Song Ya got up annoyed, and for some reason, seeing Mariah Carey's angry look, she couldn't help laughing again.

"It's you! You laughed again!" Mariah Carey recognized him, and was about to cry out of anger. She rushed forward and slapped Song Ya with her hands like chasing flies, "You laughed at me again! You laughed at me again! No laugh!"

"I apologize, I apologize! I don't laugh anymore..." Song Ya grinned and rolled up her things indiscriminately, and was kicked out of the door by her.

Before the door was closed again, "Tommy! Walt..." She had already dialed the phone and started complaining.