American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

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"Erica, you're here so early!" Ryan's voice came from outside the house.

"Taylor told me to make breakfast for you and to watch you eat it. It's good for your stomach." Erica responded while standing outside the house.

Daddario's ears were behind the door, and his expression was as guilty as a thief. Unexpectedly, Taylor gave his key to Erica. She would not do this unless... it was to catch an adulterer!

"It's okay, I can do it myself. This is none of your business. Please help me make an appointment with Joel and Dead Mouse. We need to produce a new song today."

"Okay, sir. But Taylor also told me to make sure you finish eating."

"...Then just do it." Ryan was speechless.

A few seconds later, the door was pushed open. At this moment, Daddario hid in the corner behind the door.

"What should I do?" Daddario lowered his voice.

Ryan stuffed the clothes on the floor into her arms: "Are you afraid of heights?"

"Yes!" Daddario's face turned pale.

·
At the dining table, Ryan looked at Erica who was standing next to him and smiling at him. Before he had even taken two bites of breakfast, he saw Erica walk to the balcony, collect the clothes that had been hung out to dry, and then walk directly into her room with the clothes in her arms.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous. After a while, I heard Erica cleaning the room again, and she came out a few minutes later.

"Please help me pick up some stuff from the nightclub. I'll need it when I make music this afternoon."

"Daddario can go, right? Taylor asked me to stay with you." Erica said.

"She doesn't know where things are, and she's clumsy. If she breaks something, she can't find a replacement. You go."

Erica nodded and was sent away by Ryan.

Ryan immediately rushed into the bedroom and saw Daddario coming down from the closet where she had been hiding.

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10 AM, Philadelphia.

Taylor was standing in the huge stadium. At the moment, she was wearing a dark blue jacket, which was the home uniform color of the Philadelphia Phillies. She was born in a small town not far from Philadelphia and came to Nashville when she was a teenager. Strictly speaking, it could be considered a "return home."

At this time, she was holding a Swarovski custom-made guitar, which was inlaid with more than 3,000 crystals. Taylor couldn't let go of this guitar. In the following years, she took this guitar to award ceremonies and tours. Later, this guitar was sent to the Country Music Hall of Fame. Swarovski later became the brand that Taylor cooperated with the most. From the custom-made Kirby costumes for concerts to the dresses for award ceremonies, Taylor particularly liked the glittering elements.

Taylor was the opening guest of the World Series Classic. She confirmed her attendance six months in advance, but she didn't expect...

There will be so many reporters on the scene!
At this moment, a few meters away from Taylor, reporters from more than a dozen entertainment media were clicking their cameras. These people were not reporting on sports events, but professional entertainment news reporters.

Taylor and Ryan made big news before, and today was Taylor's first public appearance after the news.

After the performance, Taylor was unsurprisingly surrounded by people.

"Taylor, did you turn on the camera on your own initiative, or was it an accident?" The female reporter handed the microphone to Taylor.

Taylor frowned and immediately blurted out: "Of course it was an accident. Why would I turn on the camera on my own initiative?"

The female reporter nodded immediately: "That is to say, you were indeed with Ryan at the time, and you two were in front of the computer...right?"

The question just now was a complete trap. The inexperienced Taylor directly admitted indirectly that he was there at the time.

"I...no...I..." She was a little speechless. The response she had prepared was completely interrupted. Then she saw the reporters around her smiling. She didn't know how she would be portrayed in the news tomorrow. Taylor could even imagine what words the gossip tabloids would use tomorrow, such as "fierce battle" and "a passionate fire".

Taylor felt a fire rising in his heart, staring at the female reporter: "So what? Haven't you done this with your boyfriend before? Or do you think you are purer than me?"

Taylor had previously appeared in front of the camera, mostly in the state of a good girl, and in rare cases, she would just frown, such as when the microphone was snatched away last year. As for the domineering response later, that was also a few years later.

But now Taylor had just faced Daddario, which seemed to have freed her from some of her shackles in advance. "Is it impossible for me to have a normal life? Or do you only care about these?" Taylor sneered.

The female reporter was suddenly flustered for a moment. Other reporters nearby took the opportunity to ask about Taylor's new album.

"Today is the day when your second single MV is released and your new album "Fearless" is officially announced. May I ask if you and Ryan planned this leak for publicity purposes?"

Taylor frowned and said, "I just said that this was just an accident. Besides, I don't need to promote my new album in this way now!"

Then Taylor turned around and left with his guitar, not giving the reporter a chance to ask further questions.

Her current manager Rick Barter approached Taylor immediately upon seeing this. This is the man who said the classic quote: To sell 500,000 albums, you need to meet 500,000 people. Taylor's mother also followed.

"You're a little impulsive. You should answer a few more questions," said Taylor's mother.

"Forget it, am I just going to stand there and listen to them teasing me and Ryan? From now on, all large-scale press inquiries will be cancelled. I don't want these exposures. Instead, increase the frequency of meeting with fans!" Taylor made some changes to future publicity. This was the first time she directly denied her mother's idea.

"But..." Agent Rick was a little troubled.

"I said, cancel everything." Taylor decided that when Ryan was not around, he had to make his own decisions and could not be led by the media anymore.

"Also, if any media outlet continues to exaggerate the situation, I will have my lawyers follow up and not accept the settlement," Taylor added.

"Give me the phone." Taylor reached out to his mother.

After answering the phone, Taylor called Erica immediately: "How is it...did you find anything..."

She walked away and talked on the phone with Erica for several minutes.

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Evening, Florida.

"No, that's not right at all." Ryan shook his head.

Joel put down his Descartes flute, the instrument played by Indian snake charmers.

"I need a sharper sound than this."

"Ryan, you've tried more than twenty instruments." Dead Mouse frowned slightly.

This afternoon, Joel and Dead Mouse were called over by Ryan to discuss the production of a new song. Except for the vocals, the other tracks have been basically completed, leaving only the "sharp instrumental playing" in the chorus part.

Ryan even tried the suona, but that was not right either.

The Descartes flute that Joel just played was the most similar to the sound in Ryan's mind, but it was still a little different.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, Di Boli walked into the simple office and looked at the pile of musical instruments on the ground, and couldn't help feeling curious.

"You're just in time." Ryan revealed his current predicament. After all, Di Pineapple is the original author of this song and may be able to give unique insights.

"This is easy. Just add some effects to Descartes's sound." Di Pineapple spread his hands and gave a solution.

"It's not just the timbre, but also the details of the transitions. Descartes flute simply can't 'imitate' that...wait." Ryan suddenly paused.

"Is it possible that this is not a musical instrument at all?" Ryan said suddenly.

"What could that be?" The three of them looked at Ryan.

Ryan turned on the computer directly and started trying.

(End of this chapter)