Two Hundred and Seventeen Record Companies

"King of the Stage ()"

"...Are you sure it's here? Why does it look like..." Cliff still couldn't control his worries, and kept talking because of nervousness, and his rambling appearance was completely lacking in his usual calmness and restraint.

"Looks like a hotel?" Cliff didn't say the words, Alice took the initiative to take over, and then nodded slightly, "If it's similar, it's correct. Because this is the tradition of Atlantic Records."

Later, Alice simply explained, "When Atlantic Records was first established, their office was at the Ritz Hotel in Manhattan. Later, because the rent was too expensive, they moved to the Jefferson Hotel until they were acquired by Warner. , and now the office at the Jefferson Hotel has become a tourist attraction similar to a museum."

No wonder!

Arriving at the destination according to the address, it turned out that the building was a hotel lobby, so that people wondered if they had found the wrong address. It turned out that there was such a history behind it.

Cliff turned his head to look at Alice, with surprise in his eyes, completely unexpected that Alice knew these little-known little stories.

Alice raised her chin slightly, and there was a look of pride in her eyes: knowing yourself and the enemy, you can win a hundred battles, it's not in vain. She made up the relevant knowledge last night; but thinking of the next job as a band manager, she was still a little nervous, her eyes turned regrouped.

The spacious and bright hall is filled with warm and soft goose yellow lights, dark red carpet, peacock blue furniture, dark brown counter and floor-standing alarm clock, as if traveling through time and space, returning to the 1930s, even the air The flow of life became slower, as if wearing a double-breasted hip suit, a dark brown wool bowler hat, and newspapers that smelled of ink could go back in time.

The sound of footsteps silently disappeared into the carpet, and the silence in the air made the atmosphere even more dignified. Maxim and Ollie didn't look left and right, lest their rash actions might cause unnecessary trouble, slowly, body movements Followed by stiffness and awkwardness.

"Good afternoon, we have an appointment for a three o'clock meeting with Mr. Ahmet-Ertekon, the Band of Kings for a day."

Alice didn't bring a camera today - although she really, really wanted to, but considering that she had to play the role of manager well today, and Atlantic Records would probably not allow filming, she gave up the tempting idea ; At this time, she shouldered her own responsibilities, took the initiative to come forward, and communicated and dialogued.

"Three o'clock, one day king..." The staff at the front desk quickly called up the appointment record on the computer, and then nodded, "Yes, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Ertecon is waiting for your arrival, but he just entered A meeting may take a while, and he invites you to meet Mr. Dean in the creation room on the third floor."

Alice didn't agree immediately, but looked at her watch - at 2:40, in order to avoid being late, the band arrived at the scene long in advance.

Although this inevitably seems urgent and may put the band at a disadvantage in contract negotiations, it is also a fact that even if they try their best to hide the reality, and they have no bargaining chips, it is better to be honest and arrive early Company to show respect.

So, it is entirely possible that Ahmet is in a meeting right now.

but--

"Sorry, Mr. Dean is not on our meeting plan, may I ask his position? Why do we need to meet him alone?" Alice still showed her care and did not follow blindly.

"Mr. Curtis-Dean, our senior producer." The front desk answered with a smile, "But as for what it is, I'm sorry, I don't know much about it, you can go to the third floor, You can find the studio by following the signs, and Mr. Dean should be able to answer the questions for you."

Alice raised her jaw slightly,

After thinking about it carefully, he asked again, "Then where is Mr. Eltecon's office? When will the meeting end?"

"Mr. Ertecon's office is on the fifth floor, but the meeting should be held on the fourth floor at this time. As for when the meeting will end, I'm sorry, I can't answer it." The front desk still answered the question with a smile. It is easy to generate a sense of trust in the answer, even if the other party says "I don't know", it seems to be trustworthy.

Alice didn't continue to embarrass the front desk anymore, and after politely expressing her thanks, she turned around and walked towards the elevator with Ronan and the others.

Ronan's footsteps were slightly behind for a moment, and he smiled at the front desk, "If you can put traditional pens and paper on the table, the overall atmosphere will be more interesting, or is it a typewriter? It always feels a little weird to have a computer here, and Your gloves and scarves don't match today."

After a pause, Ronan added with a smile, "I like your gloves and scarves, they are very tasteful." The front desk is dressed in a dress that completely matches the entire decoration atmosphere, and the elegant retro charm can be seen in the details, Ronan His praise is also from the heart.

The receptionist was stunned for a moment, but couldn't hold it back, burst out laughing, and nodded slightly at Ronan, "Thank you for the suggestion, I will pass on your opinion." After a pause, seeing that Ronan was about to turn around and leave, the receptionist Another reminder, "Mr. Dean is very professional, he is our most professional sound engineer and producer, but now he is more responsible for production, and seldom plays recording work."

"Oh." Ronan was completely surprised, this is definitely a windfall, a smile appeared in his eyes, and his brows slightly raised, "Thank you."

The receptionist raised his right hand towards Ronan and waved lightly, and said with his mouth, "I wish you good luck."

Then Ronan turned around and quickly caught up with Alice and the others, walked into the elevator quickly, and felt everyone's questioning gazes, Ronan shook his head, "It's okay, it's just a sudden inspiration. By the way, Also got word that Mr. Dean is a professional."

This also means that Curtis Dean is not in charge of management.

"Audition?" Alice suggested a possibility, "But I thought that Ahmet had already seen your performance at the concert, and he had already made a judgment on his level of strength. It was because of his approval that he chose to go with you Signing a contract, and now come to an impromptu audition? What is this for?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, because of lack of experience, it was indeed the state of the blind man feeling the elephant at this time.

Maxim muttered, "Could it be that the big record companies like this?" But the words seemed to be talking to himself, and he didn't expect an answer, so no one in the elevator answered.

During the silence, the elevator had already reached the third floor, and it was too late to communicate at this time.

Walking out of the elevator, you can see the blue-gray wallpaper in gold fonts on the blue-gray wallpaper in front of you, with detailed markings one by one. The recording studio, studio, rehearsal room and other places are marked with arrows to indicate the direction, including the creative studio. , but I don't know what it is used to separate out.

The destination is right in front of you.