"Are you kidding me? I'm not putting album tracks into an EP. There's no room for discussion."
"Miss, I don't want this either, but there's really no way to explain it to Walmart. They're our most important physical retailer." Scott Borchetta looked troubled as he glanced past Taylor at Ryan, who was sitting on the sofa behind her, and gave him a helpless, bitter smile.
He was a middle-aged man with black curly hair and distinctly Hispanic features. In the broad sense, Latinos included Mexicans, Latin Americans, Portuguese, and Spaniards. Their population exceeded that of Black Americans. The United States had Spanish-language television stations, and singers released Spanish-language albums as well. Their social influence could not be underestimated.
"This is your problem. In any case, you don't get to point fingers at me when it comes to the content." Taylor folded her arms and snorted.
The boundaries of Taylor and Scott's partnership were clearly defined. Taylor was responsible for the content, while Scott handled the market. Strictly speaking, Taylor wasn't being unreasonable. How many copies could a limited-release EP sell? Giving its best songs to the EP would inevitably affect her second solo album in the latter half of the year. With the market so fiercely competitive, one careless move could leave her drowned out by her peers. It was understandable that Taylor didn't want to back down.
Scott ran a hand through his hair, and the two of them remained locked in a stalemate.
"Okay, Taylor, you can go out first. We'll discuss this issue later." Scott could only force a smile in the end.
Taylor turned and walked away without looking back. The instant she opened the door, she glanced over her shoulder and gave Ryan a look, signaling that she would wait for him next door.
After