Chapter 493: Reality
With one word and one look, Edgar exuded an aura of cold resistance.
Immediately, the three people made way for a passage and watched Edgar leave with a cold face in silence. Even the California sunshine falling on Edgar's shoulders seemed to be subconsciously avoided, and his heart couldn't help but Shrinking suddenly.
It wasn't until Edgar left that the three of them were finally able to breathe again.
Lily looked at Connor, and Connor looked at Miles, but Miles was also confused. The three of them entered the room cautiously and looked around lightly, lest they accidentally make a mistake. Alert the Tyrannosaurus rex.
Judging from Edgar's expression just now, maybe Edgar and Anson had just had an unpleasant conversation. Now Anson might also have low air pressure, and they began to wonder whether they should hide under the car.
"If you look like this, you would be too impatient to be a burglar."
A joke came from the front of the hall, and Lily and the three of them jumped up and down like frightened birds. , it looked like the floor was extremely hot, even Miles, who was usually calm and elegant, was no exception.
“Haha.”
Then, they could see Anson laughing loudly.
A false alarm.
Judging from Anson's expression, it should be fine. It seems that it is just their own random thoughts. Lily pressed her beating heart to regain her composure and relaxed her tight heartstrings, "Anson, your agent He's so scary."
Anson's face was full of questions, "Captain? Are you sure?"
From the first impression, Edgar always had a smile on his face. , even in the face of provocation and complaints, he never lost control. Anson seemed to have never seen Edgar look serious and fierce.
Of course, Anson also knows that this does not mean that Edgar's usual behavior is the same. After all, there should be no "good people" in the true sense of the agent working in Hollywood——
Good people will either be eliminated or change careers.
Lily nodded repeatedly, "Yes, we even forgot to say hello to him."
Anson laughed dumbly, "It's okay, he doesn't eat children."
Lily:… ...full of black lines, this gentleman, such comments are not helpful at all, okay?
However, Anson did not continue chatting. He asked the three people to sit down and got to the point without any delay.
"I'm sorry, I haven't stopped working since the 'Tonight Show.' I didn't have time until today. I think we should talk about business."
Anson lives in Los Angeles, so there is no need to worry. But Lily and the three of them were under tremendous pressure, and the rent and daily expenses almost overwhelmed them. Although Anson offered to help, after all, the band stayed where they were because of his relationship, but Lily and the others refused.
Connor's original words were, "There are many, many things we need your help with next. At least for now, let us stand on our own feet."
Lily agreed, " After all, we have been living in New York for so many years. We can persevere in another city."
Anson could understand their persistence, so he didn't force it.
It has been dilly-dallying until now, and things finally took an important turn.
"One thing is Warner Records..."
Anson laid out his thoughts, held nothing back, and discussed it openly and honestly.
Anson has always been serious. Although the band's street videos became popular because of him and he was responsible for all songwriting, he always believed that Connor, Lily and Miles were missing something. No, if someone else collaborates, the same track might look different.
The band should be a whole, advancing and retreating together.
Connor couldn't help but swallowed, "You mean, we only sign a record contract for 800,000 US dollars, but get 20% of the royalties accordingly? What do you think is the probability that Warner Records will agree?"
"99.9%?" Anson lightly shrugged. "It's a cost-effective deal for them. They have no reason to refuse. The only dispute is that they hope to sign a two-album contract at one time." Lily thought I was able to keep calm, but in fact my brain was roaring, "What do you think Warner Records' original proposal was?"
"Well, I'm a little unsure, every album One million, royalties... 11%? Then sign five albums? Or three? In short, the royalties are lower, the signing fee is higher, and the contract is longer."
The air is slightly surging. .
Miles' mouth was also dry for a while -
Usually one or two rhetoric, such as that he would never give up his waist for five buckets of rice, that one million or two million is like dung, and that money cannot buy dreams, but Now I really see big guys like Warner Records waving checks in front of my eyes, and I instantly lose the ability to think.
A million dollars. Eight hundred thousand dollars.
The difference of two hundred thousand dollars is visible to the naked eye. In their hands, it is an average of fifty thousand dollars per person. They have never seen ten thousand dollars in so many years of street performance. If it is not It is absolutely impossible to be excited. After all, the royalties cannot be seen now, and they are far less direct than the cash in front of you.
Sure enough, throwing money at any time is the most effective method.
Miles wanted to say that he believed in Anson's judgment and supported Anson unconditionally. He knew it was right. The words had reached his throat, but no sound came out.
After a slight hesitation, my heart beat like a drum.
Not only Miles, but Lily and Connor are also the same. From having nothing to having too many choices, they are a little overwhelmed for a while.
Anson was not surprised by this.
Hearing it is one thing, but experiencing it personally is another.
They just need some time.
Anson did not hurry to urge them to clarify their thoughts and continued.
“The other thing is the theme of the album.”
“Actually, we don’t have to go to Warner Records, there are other record companies, or we sign contracts with independent record companies to ensure our There is no need to rush to make a decision regarding the color of the music.”
“But I think we need to finalize a theme for the album. No matter which company we sign with, we can speak meaningfully when discussing and negotiating. Let’s see if they can accept our creative ideas, or if they say one thing and do another behind the scenes, they will delete and change our music style in a mess after signing the contract.”
Looking at Connor's almost dislocated jaw, Anson gave a helpless smile.
“Unfortunately, I wasn’t joking this time.”
“Many bands have suffered this disadvantage because they are newcomers who do not have the right to create independently. They made good promises before signing the contract. But after signing the contract, he completely changed his mind. The record company used its own producers to create a set of music, just like dressing up a rag doll, and transformed it into what it wanted to be in the market. "
"After all, it is no longer the case. In the 1970s, the band was on the decline, and idol singers and pop music were popular."
"So, I think it would be a good thing if we could clarify our ideas and determine the album theme and music style before signing with the record company. .”
"Everyone, do you have any inspiration?"
However, as soon as Anson looked up, he saw three faces that were in shock and couldn't help themselves. He couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
Dear book friends, Happy New Year’s Eve!
(End of this chapter)