American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 131 The acting is fine, but the person is the problem (Subscribe)

"I was only a few seconds late!" Amber caught up with Ryan.

Ryan pretended not to hear.

When she saw Ryan disappear in the corridor, Amber couldn't help but say "fuck" and frowned.

"It's a mess. You made me late, bitch!" Amber cursed as soon as she got in the car.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a black-haired Asian woman with an older face and middle-parted hair. At first glance, she looked like a man.

"It's just a traffic jam. We already left early, don't be angry." The black-haired Asian man was about to hug Amber to comfort her.

"Get out!" Amber slapped the other person directly in the face.

"Don't be angry, dear." The black-haired Asian woman was not angry and continued to comfort her.

Even when starting the car, Amber was still cursing and spitting out all kinds of dirty words.

"Come here early tomorrow morning! I have to get this role." Amber said angrily.

She had read part of the script and thought this sitcom was pretty good, much better than the rubbish scripts she had taken on before. Although the cover said the first screenwriter was Ryan, she firmly believed that it was a ghostwriter, and that someone in the industry was behind it. Her hunch was not wrong in the strict sense, because "2 Broke Girls" was originally written by Michael Patrick King, the core creator of Sex and the City, and he is currently preparing the second part of the Sex and the City movie version.

She had investigated Ryan in detail. The rise of this DJ was too fast. He just debuted in March, and it didn't take long for Harlem Rock to become popular all over the United States. Then there were photos of Ryan and P. Diddy, and then there was the collaboration between Ryan and Leona Lewis. Not long after that, Leona appeared on the closing ceremony of the Olympics.

All this happened too quickly and too coincidentally. Amber rationally judged that there must be a big shot behind Ryan fanning the flames. As for Ryan and Taylor's relationship, in her opinion, it was more like hype.

Previously, at a Dior fashion event, she overheard a middle-aged woman mention Ryan, and boasted that Ryan had worked as a model for her. Amber immediately struck up a conversation with her. Unexpectedly, she received a call from the other party inviting her to audition a few days ago. When she heard that it was a series led by Ryan, she nodded and agreed without hesitation.

It was obvious that Ryan had someone to protect him, so he couldn't miss such a good opportunity.

She had prepared for this role with great effort, but she didn't expect to waste the precious opportunity because of a traffic jam. How could she not be angry?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. The angrier she got, the more she thought about it! Amber felt that she hadn't cursed enough, so she continued to insult the Asian-looking woman who was driving.

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In the evening of the next day, Ryan and his two companions finished interviewing most of the actors.

"The guy who was late yesterday is still waiting outside." Julie reminded.

"I arrived early this morning and have been waiting outside. I didn't even have lunch." Terry followed.

It's none of my business if you don't eat, Ryan complained in his heart.

"Why not give her another chance?" Julie tried to speak.

Seeing that Ryan didn't refuse, she called Amber in.

"Amber van Ree is from Texas, 172cm tall, 22 years old." She gave a Dutch surname.

"Your information says your last name is Hilde..." Julie looked down at the information.

"The last name I just took comes from my girlfriend." Amber said, she glanced at Ryan. Compared to Daddario, her eyes were "very smart" and more lively, plus she had such an enchanting face, most men probably couldn't resist it.

Can you use your surname even if you're not married? This is the first time Ryan knows about this rule, which undoubtedly opens the door to a new world for him...

Trey asked her to start performing.

She is still acting with Daddario, and it can be seen that she has put in enough effort. Through her expressions and movements, she portrayed Caroline's pampered nature from a wealthy family vividly and a little bit pretentiously, which seems to be her strong point. It has quite a comedic effect. Objectively speaking, the effect is better than that of Teresa Palmer yesterday.

The normal audition time passed, and Julie asked her to perform a few more segments.

"The camera has recorded your performance. Go back and wait for news. We will notify you whether you pass or not."

"When is the latest?" Amber looked at Ryan.

Just as Trae was about to speak, Ryan took the initiative to speak: "No later than the moment before the official shooting begins."

Amber nodded, said nothing more, and left the room.

Then, the two middle-aged women began to discuss.

"I think Amber is the best of all the 'Carolines'," said Trey.

"And she's stunningly beautiful. I guess there aren't many actresses who are prettier than her," said Julie.

The two women looked at Ryan, but there was nothing they could do if Ryan refused to give in.

"I need to think about it carefully. What do you think, Daddario?" Ryan recalled how Amber had been winking at him. Among all the actresses, she was the one who made the most small movements and glances, giving people the impression that she was not an easy person to deal with.

"I don't care." Daddario hesitated to speak. She was afraid of being overshadowed. Theresa was already pretty enough yesterday, but this Amber was even better.

When leaving the office with Daddario, Ryan saw a car parked in the middle of the road. Through the front window, he could vaguely see what was going on in the car. The woman in the passenger seat had blonde hair and her back was facing him. From her well-proportioned back, he could clearly tell that it was Amber, and she... was constantly swinging her right fist, as if beating the driver.

Ryan walked forward curiously and knocked on the car window, and the two people in the car stopped.

Ryan noticed that the driver was a black-haired Asian man with bruises on the corners of his mouth and eyes. They were not new injuries and were probably caused by being beaten last night.

Amber turned around suddenly and found that it was Ryan. The violent expression on her face disappeared instantly and she seamlessly switched to a "weak little lamb". She quickly opened the car window.

"It's nothing, we're just joking, right?" Amber winked at her girlfriend next to her.

"Yes, yes, yes." The woman said quickly.

Ryan asked more.

"I...I'm Japanese-Dutch," she explained.

Little life? That's fine. Ryan asked her to drive away quickly and not block his way.

"There's something wrong with this woman." Daddario said immediately as he watched the car drive away.

Ryan nodded. Her acting was fine, even a little beyond expectations, but the person was problematic. If she were to be the leading lady, who knew what would happen next.

Theresa or Amber? For a moment, Ryan was in a dilemma.

At this moment, a call came in from the nightclub manager Sean.

He said that due to the double test strips testing, the entrance to the nightclub is now very chaotic, and many people are stopped outside and cannot enter even with tickets, so they are blocked at the door.

"It's just the beginning. This is all normal. Continue to stick to your principles and don't let even one in." Ryan comforted.

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University of Florida.

In the dormitory, Paul and a few friends were sitting in front of a computer, with two selfies of women displayed on the screen.

"The one on the left is better." The friends choose the left one. Paul clicks on the photo on the left.

"It's still the left." The people behind said again.

"The right side is not bad, right?" Paul hesitated, but still chose to listen to the public opinion.

"The right side! Fuck, this one is so good." Now everyone unanimously agreed that it was the right side, and the voices were much louder than before.

"Isn't this woman the female star? What's her name?" Paul leaned in to observe.

"Call Amber." Someone said behind him.

"She uploaded the photos herself? She also has an account?" Paul laughed.

Ryan eats too well.

"Paul, you said last time that you could get the activation code. How's it going?" someone behind him asked.

"We have to wait a little longer." Paul smiled. The activation code of this forum is very popular now. Women are fighting for it, and men are fighting for it, because most of the people in the forum are women, and there are many beautiful women. Everyone wants to open their eyes and see what's going on. Although there are "spies" in the forum who will release screenshots to the public, and some people have made mirror websites, but the mirror websites were quickly blocked, which made everyone even more itchy.

Paul had asked Ryan before, but he said it was only for women. Paul couldn't be so shameless as to ask.

"I'm back. When are you ready to go to the bad room?" At this time, a person came in. Everyone was actually bored waiting for him, so they opened the rating website.

"Let's go now!" Paul stood up.

Not long after, Paul and his group arrived at the entrance of the nightclub. Compared to his initial embarrassment, Paul was now somewhat familiar with the place. He had brought several groups of classmates here to play.

"What's going on?" Paul noticed the unusual congestion at the door and realized that something was wrong. There were a lot of people there before, but not to this extent. Most people were stuck outside.

When I got closer, I found that everyone had to queue up in a winding line to take a saliva test before entering. Those who tested positive would also undergo a second round of urine tests. Although it only took a few minutes to get the results, it greatly slowed down the entry efficiency.

"What's going on? Are you sick?" one of my friends complained.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you talking about?" Paul glared at the man twice.

"Paul, aren't you Ryan's classmate, and you know the security here? Please take us in through the back door." Someone continued.

"Don't come in, just do the test honestly."

"I won't go..." A classmate who was enjoying the grass today began to think about quitting.

"If you don't want to go, go home!" Paul nodded. This was a good way to distance himself from these guys. He fully agreed with Ryan's strategy.

(End of this chapter)