The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

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, who had 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 shrink 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 disturb 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 rude if you were 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, as if the floor was extremely hot, even Miles, who was usually calm and elegant, was no exception.

"Haha."

Then, they were able to see Anson laughing loudly.

A false alarm.

Judging from Anson's expression, it should be fine. It seemed like it was just their own random thoughts. Lily pressed her beating heart to regain her composure and relaxed her tense heartstrings, "Anson, your agent is really scary. "

Anson's face was full of questions, "Captain? Are you sure?"

In my impression, from the first meeting, Edgar always maintained a smiling image, and never lost control even in the face of provocation and complaints. It seemed that Anson had never seen Edgar look serious and fierce.

Of course, Anson also knew that this did not mean that Edgar's usual behavior was the same. After all, there should be no "good people" in the true sense of the word among agents 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: ...His head is full of black lines. Sir, 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 further delay.

"Sorry, I haven't stopped working since 'The Tonight Show,' and 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 are under tremendous pressure. The rent and daily expenses are almost overwhelming them. Although Anson has offered to help, after all, the band has been together because of his relationship. They stayed put, 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 anymore.

It has been dilly-dallying until now, and things finally took an important turn.

"One thing is Warner Records..."

Anson told everything he thought, 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 indispensable. If some people were replaced With collaboration, the same track may look completely 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 20 US dollars, but get % 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 in one go." Lily thought she could keep calm. , but in fact it was also a roar in the brain, "What do you think Warner Records' original proposal was?"

"Well, I'm a little unsure. One million per album, and the royalties are... 11%? Then sign for five albums? Or three? In short, the royalties should be lower, the signing fee higher, and the contract longer."

The air surges slightly.

Miles' mouth was also dry for a while——

Normally, I would make some bold statements, such as how I would never give up my waist for five buckets of rice, how one million or two million is like dirt, and how money cannot buy dreams, but now I really see big bosses like Warner Records waving checks in front of my eyes. In an instant, I lost the ability to think.

One 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. It is absolutely impossible not to be moved. , 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 come to his throat, but no sound came out.

After a moment's hesitation, my heart beat like a drum.

Not only Miles, but also Lily and Connor. From having nothing to having too many choices, they couldn't stop themselves 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 do it with Warner Records. There are other record companies, or we can sign contracts with independent record companies to ensure the color of our music. There is no need to make a decision in a hurry."

"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 to see if they can accept our creative concept, or if they just keep talking. We have one set behind us, and after signing the contract, we deleted, changed, and changed our music style in a mess.”

Looking at Connor's almost dislocated jaw, Anson gave a helpless smile.

"Unfortunately, I wasn't kidding this time."

"Many bands have suffered this disadvantage because they are newcomers and have no independent creative rights. They made good promises before signing the contract, but then completely changed their minds after signing the contract. The record company used its own producers to create a set of music, which is like dressing up a rag doll. In the same way, it will evolve into what you want to be a bestseller in the market."

"After all, it's no longer the seventies, when bands are on the decline and idol singers and pop music are on the rise."

"So, I think it would be a good thing if we could sort out our ideas and determine the theme of the album and the style of music before we sign with the record company."

"Guys, do you have any inspiration?"

However, when 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)