At the beginning of April, the shooting of Mr. and Mrs. Smith was basically over, and Tracy''s time was suddenly much better. Doug Riemann watched the post production. Tracy spent most of his time on Pineapple records.


    At George''s request and under his tireless persuasion, Tracy finally began recording his second single something just like this.


    The song was not difficult for him, but he had some differences with green Ballard in the arrangement. The other side pays attention to the soundtrack of traditional instruments, because after listening to Tracy''s piano performance, he sets the tone and takes the piano as the core to soundtrack the whole song.


    Tracy is used to listening to the original work. He thinks that the song is best accompanied by electric sound. Some elements of traditional musical instruments can be added appropriately, but the feeling of the whole song cannot be destroyed.


    Finally, after negotiation, the stubborn green Ballard also compromised, with the piano as the main accompaniment and the combination of electronic music.


    After about a week of recording, the song "something just like this" has finally been completed, and the effect is no less than that of the original. Tracy is not only a singer, but also participated in the recording, and his understanding of music has also deepened.


    Pineapple records, George took Tracy to the elevator.


    "Boss, we plan to put your single on the radio first, and then use the media to build momentum. You''d better cooperate with us during the publicity period."


    "You arrange these yourself, don''t tell me. If you have time for publicity, I''ll cooperate with you." Tracy perfunctorily said and cooperated with the publicity. He didn''t even bother to hold a signing meeting for his own novels, let alone a single.


    How could George not understand what he meant and said with a bitter smile, "boss... Your single will definitely be on the bulletin board..."


    "Really? Wait until you get up," Tracy interrupted.


    Billboard is the most influential music list in the United States. I don''t know how many singers squeeze their heads and blood to board the bulletin board every year.


    The sales of songs that can be listed on the bulletin board are certainly not. The most important thing is honor. A singer is not recognized by everyone. Just look at the bulletin board.


    Moreover, the higher your ranking, the more you can attract the attention of the Grammy. Grammy is an Oscar in the music industry. It''s not much nonsense how important it is.


    "Boss, your last single" that girl "was on the bulletin board, and it ranked 20 at the best time. If you pay more attention to this song, you can enter the top ten if you are not prepared." George''s words revealed a pity that no matter how good a song is, it will eventually be buried without strong publicity.


    He doesn''t want something just like this to end up in the top ten of the bulletin board like that girl. He thinks something just like this has the ability to hit the top three, as long as his boss focuses on it.


    "Oh? It''s not bad to be in the top 20." Tracy smiled, just smiled. To be honest, he really doesn''t care about these. With his achievements in various fields, it''s really unnecessary to install 13 on the bulletin board.


    "I will promote something just like this on my social network. If you give this song to spinach music network, they know what to do. If..." tracyton said, "I mean, if something just like this can be in the top ten of the bulletin board, I can consider holding a signing meeting."


    "OK, it''s enough to have a boss." George said with a smile. His requirements are not high, and he is satisfied with the promise of a boss.


    "HMM." Tracy pressed the elevator button and said, "by the way, the company''s main energy is still to focus on the promotion of Avril''s second album. You can discuss it with Anthony of alista records. And the singles of Taylor and Katie. Use more resources on them. Don''t think about me. I''m so busy."


    "I see, boss." George nodded as the elevator rose and the door opened slowly.


    "Well, I''ll go first," said George, and Tracy took Renault into the elevator.


    On the first floor, as soon as the elevator door opened, a girl hurried in with her head down and hit Tracy''s look.


    "Sorry... It''s you."


    The girl said sorry first. When she looked up and saw Tracy, her eyes widened.


    "What a coincidence, Avril. I just talked to George about you."


    The girl is no one else. It''s Avril, a punk diva.


    Tracy said with a faint smile on her face, then winked at Renault and motioned him to go out first.


    Renault walked out of the elevator room quickly, the elevator door closed slowly, and Avril stepped back two steps in horror and leaned against the wall.


    "Don''t come here, i... i..." Avril really has a shadow in her heart. She can''t stop shaking when she sees Tracy.


    Last time Tracy dragged her into the office, she knew what the "devil" would do to her... Shameful things. She prepared to resist in advance, but as before, it was useless at all. His strength was so strong that he could control his arm with one hand.


    Cursing, asking for help, and even finally begging for mercy, he refused to let go of himself until his ass was swollen.


    "Hehe... What do you want?" Tracy leaned over, one hand against the wall, and her face got closer and closer. "It''s no use doing anything. You seem to have been avoiding me these days. It''s not good."


    "I... I didn''t..." Avril was too guilty to go to see him. These days, she has been avoiding Tracy. Before coming to pineapple records, she will inquire whether Tracy is in the company, so as to stagger with him in the company.


    Unexpectedly, I was so unlucky to meet you at the door today. I should wait outside for a while.


    "Pa pa..." Tracy slapped her on the thigh impolitely.


    "Well..." Avril endured the pain and pursed her mouth.


    "Listen, girl, as long as you are obedient, I won''t do anything to you."


    "Don''t try to lie to me, asshole." Avril scolded secretly, tried to stay away from him, and nodded quickly on the surface.


    "That''s right. I''ll spare you if I''m in a good mood today. If you don''t answer the phone next time I call you... Hum." Tracy warned with a clenched fist.


    With that, he tidied up his collar as if nothing had happened, and opened the elevator door.


    "I won''t answer... I know to bully me." Avril muttered angrily looking at Tracy''s back.


    After getting on the bus, Tracy asked Renault to Beverly Hills. Monica just called and said Sophie had something to ask him for help, as if it was about Jim Lemley.