American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 9 Back to School
"Can I call you later? Honey, I'm really tired today." Ryan put his arm around the woman's waist and said in her ear.

"You have my contact information." The black-haired woman in an orange bodysuit pinched Ryan's chest and blew him a kiss before leaving.

Ryan finally did not forget to grab some sheep's tail oil and used both persuasion and coaxing to finally send her away.

Joel, who was sitting in the car at the moment, looked confused. After Ryan sat in the passenger seat, he quickly said, "I thought you wouldn't go back with me tonight."

Ryan shook his head, who knew about the warts and plums.

"That's the right thing to do." Joel nodded. "I had just started working part-time in this nightclub not long ago, and the situation was similar to yours. Guess what happened?"

"Is it bigger than yours?" Ryan laughed.

Joel shrugged. He thought what Ryan said was pretty close to the truth.

Ryan then mentioned his next move, saying that he was not in a hurry to submit his work to a record company, but would first accumulate a certain amount of attention on the Internet.

“If I have a choice, I have to let the record company contact me instead of contacting the record company,” Ryan said.

Joel expressed his strong support and exposed the routine of record companies. After signing a contract with a singer, the record company will promise an "advance payment" to cover the singer's album production expenses and publicity costs. It seems to be an investment in the singer, but it is actually another form of "loan". After the album generates a profit, the advance payment will be deducted first, and then the singer's share will be made.

"What if the producer and the recording studio are all owned by the record company? The record company still has the final say on the cost of producing the album. If the record sells poorly and the profit cannot cover the advance payment, your career will be sentenced to death unless you can find a way to repay the money."

"Even if the record sales are high enough, the sales cost is still a big expense. Returns, distribution, record printing, these additional costs are all decided by the record company. There are also billing terms and taxes. 90% of singers make no more than $5000 a year."

"Ever since the emergence of Napster (a p2p music sharing software that shut down its sharing service in July 2001), the record industry has begun to decline. Practitioners have lost confidence in the future, people are in panic, and chaos is rampant in the industry. The four major record companies occupy 7% of the market share. All record companies are trying every means to squeeze out the last bit of profit. Everyone wants to use the insignificant rights in their hands in exchange for some extra compensation. All of this is even worse than the era of Hollywood big studios. It's like a doomsday carnival. You have to be careful, some people like little guys like you who are tender and delicate." Joel reminded.

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Ryan quietly returned to Terry's home and went to the study again. He first logged into the Copyright Bureau's website to complete the copyright registration and paid the registration fee of fifty dollars with Terry's credit card.

Then he opened YouTube and first deleted all the singing videos and selfies in his channel "Ryan Rivers Official Channel". Then he thought about what to name the channel. After thinking about several names, Ryan thought of Dr. Dre, so he took his own name as the basis, and took the stage name Dr. Ray, and changed the channel name.

Finally, Ryan opened the Ableton Live software again and tried to modify the original song, but as Joel had said before, there was currently no suitable sound effect plug-in, and no matter how he adjusted it, he could not achieve the ideal state.

Should he learn how to make plug-ins by himself? Ryan started uploading music to YouTube in the form of videos. Of course, he didn’t know how to make those cool visual effects. The uploaded videos only had a pure black background.

Next, Ryan registered on the current mainstream social networks one by one under the stage name Dr. Ray, including Twitter and Myspace. Myspace is the most popular social media channel for young people and was considered the priority by Ryan. Other social media were mirror copies of Myspace.

"Bang!" The door was pushed open again, and Terry walked in angrily with her hands on her hips.

"You'd better give me a reasonable reason... I can smell your perfume now, where have you been fooling around?" Terry was a little unhappy.

"It's a long story. Do you want to hear it?" Ryan pretended to press the play button.

Trey immediately shook her head: "I don't care what you did tonight, you must report to Hendersonville High School tomorrow morning. Your application for admission has been approved."

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"Didn't I ask you to come here early in the morning? It's already ten o'clock!"

"It was already 3:30 in the morning when you told me the news. Why didn't you wake me up tonight?"

"I…I set the alarm!"

"Do you have an alarm clock in your room?"

"It's the alarm clock in your room."

"You didn't plan to send me here at all?"

"It does not matter."

Ryan and Terry tiptoed through the corridor. They were both a little guilty about being late, and they looked inside through the glass of the classroom for fear of disturbing others who were in class. The teacher saw them by surprise, and invited Ryan in. As for Terry, she didn't even want to stay for a second and turned around and left to go to work at the filming company where she worked.

Ryan had no choice but to introduce himself, but he saw a female acquaintance in the second to last row.

The other person was holding his chin with his hands in a flower-shaped posture, and was very surprised to see Ryan on the podium.

"Pick a seat, Rivers," said the teacher.

Ryan didn't think too much about it and walked over to sit next to Abigail. For a moment, all the other girls in the classroom looked at Ryan. Abigail was very proud, but the boys in the class looked miserable. As an underwear model who had shot for Christian Audigier, Adidas, International Jock and Hugo Boss, Ryan's appearance was several levels better than those students from suburban public high schools. No wonder he attracted the attention of other girls.

In the blink of an eye, it was time to end the get out of class.

"Do you want to eat it?" Abigail handed Ryan a red stick-shaped twizzler, which is equivalent to the American spicy strips.

Ryan shook his head. “Where’s the storage locker?”

"I'll take you there!" Abigail immediately stood up and pretended to lead the way for Ryan.

It was obvious that Abigail was a little too enthusiastic, but Ryan didn't know how to refuse. On the way, he asked Taylor: "Is she also a student of this school?"

"She's already left campus," Abigail explained.

Drop out of school? Yes, there is always a trade-off between career and study. Thinking of this, Ryan felt more balanced.

"She graduated a year and a half early, with a GPA of 4.0," Abigail continued.

"Great." Ryan whistled.

From this perspective, even if she put down her guitar, it would not be difficult for her to enter a prestigious school given her grades and family background.

"Let's not talk about her anymore. Which club are you going to join? I recommend the Hendersonville swimming team. You can take advantage of your height and long arms and show off your muscles." Abigail smiled, seeking benefits for her swimming team.

But Ryan had already been booked.

"I was a member of the school football team when I was at Pineville High School, and before I left school, the team made it to the Louisiana Class 4A finals," Ryan explained.

He was able to return to school because of his football skills. Not long ago, the football coach almost hugged his waist in the principal's office and insisted on letting Ryan stay.

Although she was rejected, Abigail's eyes became brighter: "4A finals? I didn't expect you to be so good. Hendersonville is in need of football experts like you the most. What position do you play?"

"Tight end."

Abigail nodded, and looked at Ryan with a little more admiration.

In American schools, football players will automatically increase their favorability by 10 points among all the girls in the school, and even Taylor was no exception at the time.

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At the same time, a Toyota Sequoia arrived at the parking lot outside the school, and Taylor and his mother got out of the car.

"I should be able to get the graduation documents this time, right?" Taylor couldn't help but say.

Then, Taylor thought of Abigail again, so she took out her cell phone and called her best friend.

"What's the schedule for this afternoon? Football practice? Don't the guys on the team have girlfriends? Why is he here too?!" Taylor's voice suddenly raised, but when he noticed his mother's gaze, he quickly lowered it.

"He really came to Hendersonville High School?"

(End of this chapter)