American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 27 Job-hopping
Almost in an instant, the three of them were surrounded by tourists, white girls in bikinis, party staff, event photographers holding cameras, and all kinds of people.

Taylor refused several times, but couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the crowd and finally chose to join the party as a private tourist. She definitely wouldn't eat the greasy American barbecue ribs with garlic sauce, so she became a prop for the on-site photo-taking.

Ryan also benefited from her and had a free barbecue. He and Abigail enjoyed the meal very much.

"Try this." Abigail handed Ryan a grilled chicken leg covered in ranch sauce.

Ryan wanted to take it with his hands, but Abigail insisted on feeding Ryan with her own hands.

Ryan had no choice but to take a bite, while Abigail continued to eat the bitten chicken leg. I don't know if it was to avenge the "sausage" a few days ago. Then she asked Ryan to feed her the cut steak, chewing it with relish, and then said to Ryan behind him: "It's delicious, you must try it."

Ryan turned around and found Taylor standing behind him. He looked a little embarrassed for a moment.

Taylor still had a forced fake smile on her face. She probably just realized it now and nodded belatedly. Even though there was an empty seat next to Ryan, she walked around the table and sat next to Abigail.

"It's really good, but I can only eat this small piece and I have to stay slim!" Taylor put down her fork.

Abigail was used to this and stopped trying to persuade her.

Ryan was relieved. Taylor seemed quite calm.

After a while, a plump, middle-aged white woman came over to greet the three people. She first asked how the food tasted, and then asked common questions such as how the three people should get back, whether they needed a car, where they would stay at night, and how many days they would stay here.

As she asked, she noticed that Taylor almost never ate high-fat barbecue, so she immediately called the waiter and asked him to prepare a salad and whole-grain bread, and specifically requested simple seasoning and no salad dressing.

As for Abigail and Ryan, she did not neglect them at all and treated them as warmly as she treated Taylor.

Then, she implicitly expressed her request, hoping that Taylor could simply sing a few lines on the spot, and finally said that she would pay Taylor a certain amount of remuneration. She specially reminded that this was not a reward for singing, but because her two daughters liked her very much and were deeply inspired by Taylor's songs, it was a personal thank you to her. Then she said that she had some connections in the local area, and Taylor could contact her at any time if he wanted to hold activities nearby in the future, such as fan meetings.

Taylor was of course too embarrassed to accept her money, so she went on stage and sang a cappella, and finally sang two songs in a row.

Ryan saw that the woman took the initiative to stop the photographer from recording the scene. After all, Taylor was visiting this place as a tourist.

In addition, this middle-aged "auntie" moves around the tables like a butterfly, taking care of everyone from seven or eight-year-old children to old white men with white hair and beard, to middle-aged couples and young lovers. There is nothing she cannot take care of.

Who says foreigners don't have social skills? This ordinary-looking but well-mannered "old sister-in-law" is a typical example, Ryan thought.

During the process, the woman also called two bikini girls and took the initiative to arrange for them to sit next to a middle-aged man, whose identity was also obvious...

Although Taylor repeatedly refused, the middle-aged woman still arranged a special car for the three of them to take back to the hotel.

"Mary Entertainment Marketing Promotion Company...Mary Jane." In the car, Taylor was looking through the business card that had just been handed to him.

"It's the party promoter." Ryan, who was sitting in the front row, said.

"This business card is quite special. It has rhinestones on the edge. It turns out that the office is in Orlando." Abigail took the business card and marveled at it.

"I have to keep this business card. Maybe I can use it later. My agent said that if I want to sell 500,000 albums, I have to meet 500,000 people first." Taylor said.

"This mud park is actually not that interesting. How about we go back to Orlando tomorrow? There are a lot more things to do there," Abigail suggested.

"You guys go ahead. I have work to do and need to go back to Nashville." Taylor yawned. "Didn't you say you can stay for three days at most?" Abigail was suspicious.

Taylor turned his head toward the window and chuckled, "Change of plans."

"What about the two of us?" Abigail asked Ryan again.

"In that case, let's go back to school." Ryan shrugged.

"Okay." Abigail tilted her head back and grabbed Taylor's hand out of habit.

Taylor held her fingers and they smiled at each other. It was obvious that Ryan's appearance did not affect their relationship.

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"Hi, this is Taylor. What's going on? Are you missing me again?" Taylor's voice was full of energy on the other end of the phone.

"But I'm sorry, I can't answer the phone right now. Maybe I'm recording a song, maybe I'm sleeping in, or maybe I just forgot to turn on the phone notification sound. If you have anything to say, please leave a message on the voicemail, beep..."

It turned out to be just a voicemail.

Ryan put down his phone and frowned slightly. He wanted to consult Taylor about Myspace. He wanted to decorate his page to make it look better.

But it has been three days since I returned from Florida, and Taylor hasn't answered my calls.

"What's wrong? Did your female classmate dump you?" asked Joel, who was sitting next to them and drinking a blue can of Red Bull.

"Being dumped? Don't be ridiculous. I'm the only one who dumps others." Ryan snorted. "By the way, the Canadian distribution contract has been signed. When will your remix be ready?"

Dead Rat sent someone to Nashville, and after Tremor commissioned a lawyer to look over the contract and confirm it, Ryan officially signed the Canadian distribution contract for Tremor's single album.

The contract stipulates that the record company founded by Dead Mouse will carry out singles promotion work in the region, which means distributing songs to radio stations. Given the size of this record company, it cannot do anything else.

In the record industry, radio is the most basic and direct channel for promotion and distribution. The history of listening to radio in Europe and the United States is long. For nearly half a century, people have listened to new songs on the radio and bought physical albums in offline stores if they liked them. Even with the development of technology and the emergence of promotion channels such as television and the Internet, people's habit of listening to new songs on the radio has not changed and continues to this day.

The record company was responsible for the packaging of the corresponding single album, including a series of miscellaneous matters such as the cover, while Ryan needed to take care of the production of the other two versions, which was not difficult for him.

In addition, the single album will also include remixes of two other DJs. Dead Rat occupies one position, and Ryan could have a better candidate for the other one, such as some more famous DJs, but Ryan did not do so, and gave this position to Joel. This not only allows him to earn some extra income, but also allows him to officially enter the DJ circle.

"Just these two days." Joel raised the Red Bull, put his other hand over his heart, and said solemnly: "Thank you, Ryan, you helped me realize my dream."

"Dream, isn't your dream to buy a big house in Ibiza? That would satisfy you." Ryan chuckled, "Don't be so sentimental. I can't stand this."

In addition to expressing gratitude to Joel, Ryan also did this for his own benefit.

Not to mention the distant past, just talking about the present, he knows nothing about those equipment, and with Joel's guidance, he will be able to get twice the result with half the effort.

Joel nodded, then suddenly moved closer and whispered to Ryan, "You've been on the stage of the Ultra Music Festival, so you totally deserve a higher appearance fee. This small nightclub can't afford it. I've asked my colleagues at Blackbird to ask around these past few days. We can switch jobs to a place with a better environment..."

(End of this chapter)