American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 18 Positive Publicity
"...but your people just turned off the live music, which alerted the three men. So I and two teammates from the football team chased after them, and you know what happened next." Ryan calmly narrated the situation.

The police officer sitting opposite wrote down Ryan's words and then looked at the sheriff beside him.

Seeing that his superior had no reaction, he nodded to Ryan: "Given your motive for pursuit, you and your classmates will not be charged with assault. You can now..."

The sheriff suddenly raised his hand to stop his men from speaking.

The sheriff stood up, walked to Ryan, looked at the small wounds on the back of his hand and snorted coldly.

"Does it look cool to be a hero in front of a girl? Do you know how dangerous it was just now? What if these three black men had guns?" He lectured Ryan with a seemingly unfriendly look. The sheriff had a face full of flesh and almost no hair, and looked very fierce.

"Suspects escape every day. Unless the city council can provide more budget, no one can do anything. Get out now and don't let me see you again, kid." He waved his hand, motioning Ryan to leave.

When Ryan returned to the police station lobby, he saw Hank had finished questioning and was waiting for him there.

"Paul went to the local hospital to treat his wounds. Also..." Hank looked to his side and saw the dead rat and his group.

As one of the parties involved, they were also brought in for brief questioning and provided testimony about the situation at the scene.

"There's no need to destroy other people's things just to chase after them, right?" The dead mouse said with a painful look on Ryan's face.

The smashed oversized helmet is not just a simple performance prop. The two white eyeballs have some built-in LED tubes, which are synchronized through the control panel or programming to change with the rhythm of the music. In addition to the most basic music monitoring system, the helmet's grinning mouth is also made of special perforated materials to facilitate observation of the external environment, as well as heat dissipation and ventilation structures, additional supports and fixings.

All in all, this is a novelty that needs to be specially customized and has multiple built-in devices. It is definitely impossible to get a replica within a few days.

"No spare parts?" Ryan asked.

"Of course." Dead Mouse stared at Ryan. He was wearing a baseball cap and looked very thin, which was completely different from the tall and strong Ryan.

"But the other spare part was also crushed by your classmate, the tall and thin guy. Also completely damaged was Zimmerman's personal computer, which contained a series of music engineering files in production. It has been sent to Apple's local after-sales department, and I don't know if the data can be recovered." The follower beside the dead mouse added.

Ryan looked embarrassed. He didn't expect that he had caused such a big disaster by accident. He first apologized to the other party and then recounted the situation.

"I've listened to the police's review, and I know the main responsibility does not lie with you. Heroic behavior should be encouraged and respected. You are just students. I can only blame myself for being unlucky." Dead Rat sighed.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the dead mouse changed the subject and pointed to a row not far away where Abigail and other classmates were staying. Due to the distance, they did not notice Ryan.

"I heard from your friends that you are from Nashville. You are also a local DJ and the electronic music you produce is quite popular in the local area?"

Ryan nodded repeatedly and said that he came to Florida to seek opportunities at the Winter Music Conference.

"Then can I listen to your music?" the dead mouse pretended to ask.

A colleague beside him immediately added: "Zimmerman is currently ranked in the top five or even top three electronic musicians in North America. Last year, he founded the independent record company Mau5trap in Canada to try to provide a good development environment for new DJs. We have a good cooperation with EMI and have a huge tour plan in North America this year."

"That's enough. I don't even know how to explain this to Marvin." Dead Mouse took off his cap and ruffled his hair. You know, Beach Bash Music Festival is just a side event. The real highlight is the Ultra Music Festival a few days later.

Last year, the festival attracted more than 50000 spectators. This year is the tenth year of the festival. To celebrate, the organizers have created a super lineup of performances. Two of the top three DJs selected by DJ Magazine will be here. Including Tisto, Paul van Dyk, Carl Cox, Arm.in van Buuren, Benny Benassi, David Guetta and many other well-known DJs will participate. Such a grand event is something that Dead Mouse does not want to miss, but at this critical juncture, the most critical equipment is damaged...

"Hey, little mouse, I heard you were in jail?! What happened?!"

A deep voice came from the door of the police station. Everyone turned around and saw a fat man in a floral shirt, big shorts, and a straw hat walking in. Following him was a Central American girl with a charming figure, high heels, and a long skirt that exposed her entire back.

"The plane has already taken off and is flying directly to Amelia Island. It will arrive this evening, but now I have to ask the pilot to turn back. I have already paid for the round-trip fare. You must explain it to me clearly, otherwise you will have to pay for it." The man shouted as he approached.

"I knew it."

Ryan frowned when he heard the dead rat.

"Marvin, I may have to withdraw from this year's Ultra Music Festival." Dead Rat said to the fat middle-aged man. It seemed that this man was Dead Rat's partner, performance agent or something like that.

Marvin looked at Ryan, then at the dead mouse.

"Does the media know about this? If this gets out, you're done for Zimmerman. He should be an adult, right?" Marvin asked.

“Hehe, things may not be what you think.” The dead mouse shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and began to explain the whole story to Marvin.

Marvin suddenly realized, and then looked at Ryan, watching it carefully from beginning to end and from top to bottom, not missing any details.

"Are you sure you can't participate in the performance?"

"Both helmets are broken. This thing won't be repaired in a few days."

Finally, Marvin said to Ryan in a serious tone: "You little brat, you caused us to breach the contract. Call your parents. We need to have a good talk about this matter."

"Marvin..." The dead mouse couldn't bear it.

"This is not just your problem now, it also involves me. Do you know how much money we have lost? Just because of a few blind high school students, someone has to teach them a lesson." Marvin was not ready to give up. He looked at Ryan again, frowned and spoke slowly:
"But considering the time and energy required for litigation, and considering that you are a poor guy, I do have a special remedy."

"Be honest about everything and tell the public that the performance equipment was damaged in order to catch the criminals. The audience will understand. We can even bring this young man to the scene. He is also a DJ, right? Let him be a special guest of the performance! The music festival has received many complaints in the past two years. He can play a positive role in promoting the music festival and tell others that rave parties are not just a bunch of guys who drink, take drugs and are lazy!"

"What do you think of this plan?" Marvin looked at the dead mouse.

"What about the helmet?" the dead mouse suddenly asked.

Without Marvin asking, Ryan took the initiative to say, "It's easy to find a replacement for the helmet. Don't forget, there's a Disneyland in Orlando."

"I'll pass out from the heat." The dead mouse shook his head quickly.

"It doesn't matter, this young man will complete the rest of the performance for you." Marvin laughed.

(End of this chapter)