American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 44 Diddy's Daddy

"You little brat, if it weren't for Ryan, you'd still be in Nashville. Be smart this time and don't let me see you holding the microphone, or get out of here right now. Do you understand?"

At the Orlando International Airport, the first thing Marvin did when he saw Ryan and Joel was to rush over to warn them, scaring Joel so much that he nodded repeatedly.

There were no dead rats in the performance team this time. Marvin and Ryan were in direct contact, and the travel was also arranged by Marvin.

In the MPV, Joel, who was a little scared, finally came to his senses. He looked at Ryan and wanted to say some words of gratitude, but was stopped by Ryan.

"Remember, don't take the microphone."

"You know, I was just too nervous." Joel smiled awkwardly and finally nodded to Ryan.

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"Remember, finish the rehearsal quickly and don't look around. You can chat with others, but don't take the initiative to chat with others. This is all for the good of both of you."

In the car, Marvin, who was sitting opposite the two of them, reminded them.

"Why? I heard that many important people are coming this time. Why can't I get to know them?" Joel was puzzled.

Marvin ignored him and turned to face Ryan who was looking out the window. The vehicle was now driving near a bay. In the distance, the shadowy houses were connected in a row, like a herd of dormant animals.

"That's why I didn't want to bring this idiot here." Marvin shook his head.

"Forget it, let me explain to you two Muggles, how much do you know about the music industry in the United States today?" Marvin asked.

"Um... Kenny Chesney, Keith Urban, Tim McGraw." Joel moved his fingers and mentioned some country stars, worthy of being from Nashville.

"Even my dad doesn't like to listen to these old-fashioned country music. Do you know what the mainstream of the market is now? It's R&B, hip-hop, and black music. Of course, this was only the mainstream in the past. The latest popular hip-hop music has also begun to be 'dance-oriented'. I'm not kidding."

"The current music industry is highly concentrated in five cities..." Marvin narrated.

That is, New York East, Los Angeles West, Atlanta South, Chicago North, and Nashville Central. Other cities, including Miami and Memphis, also have music industries, but they are still a level behind these five cities.

"I understand what you say. For example, Jay-Z in New York, Dre in Los Angeles, and P. Diddy in Atlanta." Joel nodded.

"What does this have to do with this performance?" Ryan turned his head at this time.

"Of course it does matter. How well do you know P. Diddy?" Marvin asked back.

"Every step I take, every move I make, every day, every prayer, I miss you..." Joel hummed directly in the car.

This was the start of P. Diddy's brilliant career, winning the Hot 100 for 11 consecutive weeks. I wonder if this counts as a "blood-soaked bun". It was 1997.

"'East-West Coast dispute'... Well, don't look at me with those confused eyes of yours." Marvin seemed a little speechless.

"To put it simply, more than ten years ago, P. Diddy sent someone to take down 2PAC, and Suge Knight took down BIG. I'm not kidding you. This is serious, understand?"

Ryan thought of the three black college students who committed crimes on the beach and frowned.

"Sugenet later went to jail, but P. Diddy is still fine. Do you want to know the reason? Many people say that he was the black glove of FBL." Marvin explained.

"So, this nightclub is owned by Diddy?" Ryan frowned even more. "Do you think Diddy would invite a DJ who plays electronic music to perform? In fact, one of the shareholders behind this nightclub is Diddy's dad, the dad of dads."

"Who?" Ryan and Joel asked in unison.

"Antonio Marquis "LA" Reid, nicknamed LA, graduated from Harvard and rose from a drummer to a record industry executive. He is the most powerful black man in the Atlanta music industry. 15 years ago, when Sean Combs was still an unknown intern, it was with his help that Bad Boy Records was established. Over the years, he has been working hard to protect Sean Combs in the music industry. As for the deal between the two of them back then? Hehe, that depends on what Sean had at the time." Marvin grinned.

"LA has always been known in the circle for being open to both men and women," he went on to remind.

"Who are the guest performers this time?" Ryan asked.

"Most of them are DJs, and there are a few artists from Def Jam and Bad Boy. But they are all small fry. The biggest one among them is DJ Khaled, who is very close to DIDDY. You may see him in a while. He is of Middle Eastern descent, and you can tell him at a glance. He has been a radio DJ for many years and has a lot of listeners in the South. He has produced songs for many people on Bad Boy Records. In addition, there is said to be a mysterious guest, so mysterious that I don't even know who he is."

"Could it be DIDDY?" Ryan asked worriedly.

"The possibility is very small. Diddy is preparing a talent show for VH1 called "I Want to Work for Daddy." Marvin shook his head.

Tsk tsk, listen to this name.

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The nightclub is located in a single building. Although it was late at night when Ryan and others arrived at the scene, there were still many staff members coming in and out, preparing for tomorrow's celebration.

Ryan noticed the luxurious decoration inside the nightclub. A three-story space was hollowed out inside with private rooms on both sides. It was not a lavish affair, but the DJ booth could still be described as "shabby." Just like all nightclubs in the United States, this one did not attach importance to the DJ's performance.

In addition to Ryan, Marvin also invited many other DJs to the scene this time, and he was chatting with them at this time.

While waiting, Ryan also saw the Middle Eastern DJ Khalid that Marvin mentioned. There were many people standing next to him. Among them, a white man noticed Ryan and nodded slightly to him as a greeting.

Ryan simply turned his head away, saying he would not have anything to do with anyone who was directly or indirectly related to P. Diddy.

From a commercial perspective, electronic music and hip-hop music have different audiences.

In addition, Ryan had not had a good impression of black people before, so he instinctively did not want to have any connection with them.

After Ryan and Joel finished rehearsal, Ryan saw that the person who greeted him did not leave with DJ Khaled and his group, but stood there, as if waiting for him.

When Ryan passed by, he took the initiative to step forward and introduce himself.

"Scott Braun." He offered his hand.

Previously, Taylor's father and the boss of Big Machine were both named this, and now there's "Scott"? Can't these foreigners have different names?
"You can call me Scout," he continued.

"Scout?" Ryan raised his eyebrows.

“Yes.” He nodded. “I’m the person who contacted you online earlier, the one with the scooter avatar.”

Scooter's original intention was a scooter, and he didn't hide it from Ryan.

Ryan didn't even shake his hand and just walked away.

(End of this chapter)