American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 4 Sample
Not only the music itself, the visual sense also gives Ryan other information, including Tremor's song title, the single cover, two signed authors, and a song MV composed of pictures. The single cover has the words Spinnin' Records, which is obviously the publisher of this single.

The MV is a mixed edit of two parts, one of which is rather mediocre. The subject of the video is a beautiful model wearing a black bodysuit. These images do not convey much information, but are simply a display of the female model.

The other part is made up of a series of live pictures. Except for the close-up of the DJ, each picture shows thousands of live audiences in the audience. These audiences cheered and jumped for joy along with the music. Everyone had a wild smile on their face. Men and women twisted their bodies to the rhythm, just like a large carnival scene.

In an overhead shot, the huge stage that looked like a fantasy castle was surrounded by a sea of people. The most conservative estimate was that there were more than 100,000 people. There was more than one such stage. There were more than a dozen different stages, and there were three DJs who showed up, a duo and a solo DJ, which was consistent with the author's signature in my memory.

This is obviously a dance music artist's tour scene. Could it be that in the near future DJs will become pop stars? Surprised, Ryan Ryan began to analyze.

He believes that even Taylor Swift, the CMA Newcomer of the Year during the day, would not have such a terrifying box office appeal at the moment.

Today you laugh at me for having no creative talent, tomorrow I will surprise you!

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With the sound of a door closing, Ryan returned to Aunt Trey's house.

On the table at the door were keys, vases and other miscellaneous items, as well as a photo of Trey and a little girl. Trey in the photo was younger than she is now, and the little girl looked like she was carved from the same mold as her, about twelve or thirteen years old.

This is Terry’s daughter. If she hadn’t died in an accident, she would be as old as Ryan now.

Ever since her daughter left, Terry had been living alone until Ryan moved in some time ago.

At this time, there could be heard clanging and banging sounds coming from the kitchen, as well as Terry's cursing. It was obvious that she was struggling with the semi-finished meat patties and frozen vegetables bought from the supermarket.

She can coordinate a MV crew of dozens of people to shoot in one day, but she is always busy in the kitchen. Ryan puts on an apron as usual and walks into the kitchen quickly...

"Ryan, your cooking skills are getting better and better!" After scraping off the last bit of sauce, Trey raised the red wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"All the procedures have been completed and you can report to school next Monday." Terry said, and then asked Ryan where he was going that afternoon.

Ryan followed Taylor's "deal" and did not reveal his true whereabouts. He then cleaned up, washed the dishes, and wiped the floor silently. During the time he stayed at Trey's house, it was more like he was taking care of Trey than Trey was taking care of him.

After finishing all this, Ryan came to Tracy's study, turned on the computer, and saw the Vista version of the system desktop. Various files almost covered the entire screen, including the MV script, storyboard drafts, half-cut project files, and shooting highlights.

Ryan ignored all this and opened the browser directly and entered the two songwriters into the search engine, but there was no trace of either the group called "Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike" or Martin Garrix on the Internet.

The original owner had taught himself music theory and was able to compose country songs by himself, but he had never known about electronic music. Fortunately, there were some videos on YouTube that could help Ryan get started quickly. After spending about two hours learning some basic knowledge, Ryan completed the download and installation steps under the guidance of the video software and tried to open the DAW (audio workstation) software called "Ableton Live".

But before entering the program, a huge paid purchase link popped up. From the most basic Intro version of dozens of dollars a month, to the Standard version of hundreds of dollars a month, to the most expensive Suite version, all kinds of functional restrictions and professional terms made it difficult for Ryan to understand in a short period of time.

Ryan had no choice but to take out Terry's bank card from the drawer to complete the payment and buy the most expensive Suite version.

But Ryan soon regretted it. The "complete" software had more functions than he had imagined. The dazzling array of buttons and function keys dazzled him. He had to follow the tutorial and learn step by step from the most basic functions such as creating files, adding audio tracks, and changing instruments.

Time passed minute by minute, and Ryan, who was working with a frown on his face, did not hear the footsteps approaching.

"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Terry pushed the door open yawning.

Although there was only a split second of reaction time, it was enough for Ryan to complete a series of operations including saving, closing the software, switching to the pre-opened preparatory learning website, etc.

Weird, how could he be so skilled? Ryan was puzzled.

When Terry saw Ryan studying for his preparatory course seriously, she looked up at the clock hanging above him. When she realized that it was already early in the morning, a strange smile appeared on her face.

"Don't go too far. Even though you're young, you still have to pay attention to your figure." Terry smiled.

What are you talking about? You're crazy! Ryan smiled with a fake smile, watching Trey, who was wearing a one-piece pajamas, turn around and leave. Looking at her plump back as she left, he couldn't help but compare her with Taylor during the day.

After Terry left, Ryan tried to restore the electronic music in his mind on the computer, but the software itself required a learning curve, and he was unable to restore some tones, such as the climax. After a whole night of struggling, he only had a demo of less than half a minute. Ryan listened to it and felt that the restoration was only halfway.

If you want to achieve good results in a short period of time, you must accept the guidance of professionals, but Ryan doesn’t even know where the so-called professionals are.

Then I thought about my appointment with Taylor tomorrow, and an idea came to my mind...

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The next day, outside Blackbird Studio.

As agreed, Taylor handed Ryan a plastic bag, which contained a stack of green bills and a USB flash drive.

"This money is the reward for your hard work yesterday. You're worth it anyway." Taylor once again showed a seemingly sweet smile, exactly the same as she showed in front of the camera, but in fact it was sarcastic.

"Also in the USB drive is a demo song called "Dog Day Afternoon". It's a bonus from me. No need to thank me."

The song title can be translated elegantly as "Hot Afternoon", or crudely as "Dog Day Afternoon".

Ryan's eyebrows twitched, he never expected that she could actually write a song just by talking casually. He didn't know whether to say that she had superb creative ability or that she had a magical train of thought.

"I've also prepared a gift for you." Ryan spread out his palm, which also contained a USB drive containing the sample he made last night.

"You didn't really write it down?" Taylor frowned.

"It's another song, I want to play it for your producer." Ryan made a new request.

Besides Trey, this was the only "insider" he could think of at the moment.

"Introduce a producer, stop kidding." Taylor immediately shook her head, thinking that Ryan was still interested in her song and wanted to get in touch with the producer through her. She decisively rejected this request.

"Just let him listen, it's that simple. It's just a piece of cake for you, but it may change a person's life." Ryan said sincerely.

In order to help Ryan get rid of him, Taylor had to pick up the USB drive and verbally promised to show it to his producer.

"I have to go in with you." Ryan seemed worried.

This made Taylor a little angry: "I must reiterate that between you and me..."

Halfway through his conversation, Taylor noticed Ryan's bloodshot eyes, and it was obvious that he had not slept all night.

Then I realized that Ryan was probably working on it overnight.

This made Taylor think of herself. Although she was a little fickle, she was very serious about music and had worked all night long to create.

When Taylor thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.

Nothing more...

Taylor looked around and whispered to Ryan, "Come in with me, we'll leave after we're done. Say it again..."

"This is the last time." Ryan answered quickly.

(End of this chapter)