American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 13 Special Track
At night, a long line formed at the entrance of a nightclub near Vanderbilt University. The guard at the entrance easily selected men and women with more outstanding temperament and dress. This is the rule of every popular nightclub. Strict customer screening will make the "social level" here look higher, thus forming a positive cycle. In this nightclub, the reason for creating this premise was a little electronic music song circulating on the Internet...

"How about we go in now? Will there be no seats if we go in later?" Abigail in the car seemed a little anxious.

"There's always room as long as we go over there." Taylor beside her was looking up, using the makeup mirror on the sun visor to touch up her makeup and apply lipstick.

"So you're going to scan your face later?" Abigail asked.

Taylor shook his head, then conceitedly put his hands on his waist and twisted a few times in the car: "No, I'm trying to improve my figure."

After checking their clothes one last time, the two got out of the car at the same time. Taylor and Abigail were seen wearing one-piece evening gowns. Even if they were high school students, they had to at least have a formal dress to attend important occasions such as prom.

Taylor was wearing a pure white suspender jumpsuit, while Abigail was wearing a dark green tube-top maxi dress. The slits of both skirts were not very high, just at the knee level, and both were sleeveless.

The two of them walked onto the sidewalk arm in arm, carrying a handbag with a metal chain in one hand and staggering a little. Abigail was still a little uncomfortable with the high heels and had to be supported by Taylor.

Before the two well-dressed girls even reached the door, they attracted the sidelong glances of a group of men who were queuing. Taylor, wearing sunglasses, held his head high and chest puffed out, looking straight ahead, as if he were a model walking on the catwalk.

Beautiful women are always the super VIPs of nightclubs, and one side of the door guarded by guards is reserved for pretty girls.

"Welcome." The tall guard took a look and immediately stepped aside to let Abigail in.

When it was Taylor's turn, the guard pointed to the end of the line in the distance.

"It's not safe for 'blind people' to come here." The guard teased, implying that Taylor was wearing sunglasses so late at night.

Aside from this obvious problem, Taylor's unattractive flat body was the fundamental reason why he couldn't cut in line.

The friend failed to improve her figure, which made Abigail laugh softly with her hands covering her mouth.

Taylor was a little angry and muttered, "You're going to regret what you said." As he rummaged through his handbag and took out his ID.

The guard took it and looked at it, then saw Taylor push down his sunglasses, revealing his eyes, and quickly and respectfully made way for the "big star".

"Don't tell anyone. I'm here with a friend tonight." Taylor put his sunglasses back on and walked down the stairs with the grinning Abigail.

"Is it really okay to come here without telling me?" Abigail thought of something. She did not forget her "mission" for coming here tonight.

"It would be a wrong decision for you to tell him. This is a nightclub. Who knows if he has any affair with those prostitutes?" Taylor reminded.

Tonight's sneaking into the nightclub for the two of them was somewhat of a "test". Abigail had expressed similar distress, so Taylor immediately made such a plan.

Abigail nodded and made up her mind. She entered the nightclub hall with Taylor. A waiter in a suit and vest came forward to ask if they had booked a table. The two realized that the business of this nightclub was quite hot, so they had no choice but to sit down at the bar.

"Two Bellinis, one neat, one with ice and two olives." Taylor ordered two cocktails.

"Prosecco (a type of white wine) with peach puree and a little flavored liqueur, hopefully it tastes authentic from this place," Tyler tried as he explained the cocktail's ingredients to Abigail.

After taking a sip, Taylor immediately pushed the drink aside and asked for a glass of ice water instead.

Abigail looked at the DJ booth. It was not yet 9 o'clock and there was no one in front of the booth.

"Ladies, who are you waiting for? Why don't you go to my table? I have a few empty seats there." After a while, someone came to Taylor's other side and started talking to her. The man had black curly hair and a floral shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a gold necklace.

"Thank you for the invitation." Taylor grinned and made a gesture to stand up.

The man was delighted and was about to lead the way, but he found that Taylor began to fumble around with his hands, shouting, "Where's my guide stick? Abigail."

The man's face turned pale, and without waiting for a few seconds, he made up an excuse to leave.

At this time, DJs Joel and Ryan also appeared in front of the dance floor, and even though the "performance" had not yet begun, they still made everyone cheer.

"RAY! RAY! RAY!" The audience shouted Ryan's code name in unison.

In just half a month, Ryan created a trend among the students at Vanderbilt University. Taylor and Abigail at the bar couldn't help but look at each other.

"It seems that country music is not suitable for him." Taylor was somewhat surprised. He didn't expect that Ryan had captured a group of people after just a few days of not seeing him.

"He found his own way!" Abigail was more happy for Ryan.

More and more people got on the dance floor. The first part of the performance was led by Joel, who sang the same medley of classic nightclub songs as before. In this part, Ryan raised his hands to clap the rhythm, and his body swayed slightly with the rhythm. Although Ryan had convinced himself to try his best to immerse himself in it, his stiff body movements still looked a little funny.

After about 40 minutes of warm-up, Joel picked up the microphone.

“What’s up! Are you ready to party tonight?”

“If you're with your best friends, make some noiseeeeeeee!

“This next drop is gonna blow your mind, are you ready?”

"Let's take it up a notch!"

Next it was Ryan's turn to perform. The standard rhythm of Tremor appeared, and the green laser lights flashed continuously. Two blonde dancers wearing lingerie and wearing 7-inch high heels walked slowly to the DJ stand from the left and right sides. Then, with the help of Ryan, they stood on the DJ stand and danced to the rhythm: gogo dance, which is a seductive dance performed in entertainment venues such as nightclubs and cross-dressing clubs.

Abigail couldn't help but frown. This kind of performance was really exaggerated for a high school student, especially when she saw that the dancer was only a few inches away from Ryan, and some of the movements were almost sitting on Ryan's face.

Taylor's focus was on Ryan and the electronic music called Termor. Besides being surprised, he could also feel that Ryan was making rapid progress, and... he was not good at twisting his limbs like himself.

Tremor's climax rhythm and the dancers' performance brought the atmosphere to the extreme. After about fifteen minutes, the gogo dancers left and Ryan picked up the microphone, which was uncharacteristically the case.

"Hey guys, I've got a special mix for tonight that's never been played before! It's called 'Dog Day Afternoon'..."

"Poof!!!" Taylor spat out a mouthful of ice water and then started coughing violently.

Abigail quickly handed her a tissue.

"The water is too cold." Taylor hurriedly changed the subject, breathing rapidly, and was so angry that he wanted to grab the bottle and smash it on Ryan's head.

It's just not easy to do this on this occasion.

Ryan remixed this song, changing the three beats into four beats, and after speeding it up, mixing it, and adding various sound effects, it is impossible to tell whose voice it is.

Taylor breathed a sigh of relief, but the unpleasant words in the song still made her cheeks red.

"Where did Ryan find this song? Whoever wrote the lyrics is such a bitch." Abigail became more and more upset and started cursing.

Taylor just smiled foolishly and didn't dare to respond at all.

The following performance returned to the first stage led by Joel, and tonight's nightclub performance was a cycle of repetition.

Abigail and Taylor continued to observe Ryan and found that Ryan was relatively "clean". Not only did he not flirt with the two gogo dancers, he also always kept his distance when faced with female guests' advances.

"I knew he wasn't that kind of person." Abigail finally felt relieved.

"Shall we go find him?" Abigail suggested.

Taylor also wanted to find Ryan to question him, so the two of them immediately stood up with their bags and headed towards the booth where Ryan was resting. On the way, they passed by a table, and behind the table happened to be sitting the man who had approached Taylor before.

When he saw the tall girl in sunglasses easily avoid the waiter holding the tray, he realized that he was being tricked.

Being fooled is nothing, but being fooled in front of friends is a big problem. The man couldn't save his face, and under the influence of alcohol, he put down his glass, stood up, and walked towards Taylor and the others...

(End of this chapter)