American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 17 Deadmau5
The next morning, Ryan and his party appeared in the Harpoon Harry's Bar, a wooden building located on the beach. In order to prevent it from being submerged by the tide, there are wooden supports underneath the building to raise it up.

The wooden railings, wooden stairs, and red swimming ring decorations hanging on the wall are almost exactly the same as similar scenes in the movies. At this time, the flag of the Beach Bash Music Festival is hung outside the railings. Of course, there are also dense crowds of people, even though it is ten o'clock in the morning.

Last night, Ryan and others experienced a "wet T-shirt party". Similar to most other dating parties, some marginal activities were used to liven up the atmosphere, with the addition of alcohol as the catalyst, with the ultimate goal of "quick matching".

Ryan did take away a senior who was studying at a university in Florida last night. She had thick, wavy hair, a tall figure, and fiery red lips, and had the temperament of a traditional blonde beauty from the golden age of Hollywood. However, she had more than a dozen tattoos on her body, which made Ryan lose interest. He rejected the other party's invitation and returned to the hotel alone.

At this time, Ryan noticed that the banner listed the guest DJs participating in the performance today. Apart from those names he had never heard of, Ryan was very familiar with one of them - Deadmau5, pronounced exactly like dead mouse. He was a DJ with a little fame in North America. The reason for this stage name was that when he replaced the graphics card, he found a dead mouse in his computer. Because of the character limit of the IRC (chat room) channel, he could only use 5 to replace the following characters. His characteristic is that he wears a mouse head shaped like Mickey Mouse during every performance. I wonder if it has been noticed by the Disney Legal Department.

"We have to hurry in. The show is about to start. We have to choose a good seat." Paul put his arm around Ryan's neck and said as he looked around, obviously looking for a pretty girl.

Ryan looked to the other side, where Abigail was talking to a few cheerleaders. She was wearing a floral shirt and denim hot pants that showed off her thighs. Noticing Ryan's gaze, Abigail deliberately moved her eyes in the opposite direction, probably still brooding over Ryan's "cruel abandonment" last night.

"It's not noon yet!" someone suddenly asked.

"Yeah, you know what a day club is? It's a party that starts when the sun is at its strongest, and its logo is a large indoor swimming pool." Paul took a few sips of the coconut drink through a straw.

Led by Paul, the group entered the bar. Seeing that there were too many people in the lobby on the first floor, they went up to the second floor. Everyone lined up at the railing, leaning against it. Although there were no seats, they could overlook the entire party scene from here.

Ryan observed the situation on the scene with great interest. This small music festival was more popular than he had imagined. The floors were so crowded that it was almost shoulder to shoulder, making it very difficult to turn around.

Then Paul asked two people to buy drinks. At this time, the warm-up performance had already begun. An unknown DJ was playing records. Ryan felt that compared with Termor, the sounds were not pleasant and could even be said to be noise. However, the audience at the scene enjoyed it very much.

Ryan looked around aimlessly, and suddenly his eyes fixed on a certain place...

Not far from Ryan, Abigail and several other girls gradually began to sway their heads to the rhythm. Her eyes would occasionally fall on Ryan, and she would notice that he was suddenly staring at a corner on the lower floor.

Following Ryan's gaze, Abigail saw three black men mingling in the lower crowd, trying to strike up conversation with girls.

It was the three people on the beach yesterday! Abigail was horrified and quickly approached Ryan.

"You saw it too, right? Call the police first." Ryan said in Abigail's ear. He recognized the iconic dreadlocks at a glance.

Just then Paul came back and handed Ryan a large red plastic cup. The liquid inside was green with a layer of blue floating on the top.

"The classic tequila, Zephyrus and Mountain Dew drink, plus cantaloupe and green apple liqueurs, and the blue on top is blue curacao. We call it 'Swamp'... Oh, Ryan, who made you unhappy?" Paul introduced, but the next second he saw Ryan's solemn expression.

Ryan explains what happened on the beach yesterday.

"These guys should be chemically castrated en masse!" Paul cursed. "What should we do now?"

Abigail had already returned from calling the police by now: "The police will be here in a few minutes, let's keep an eye on these three first."

Ryan and Paul exchanged glances and called over another member of the football team, a defensive tackle with a stocky build named Hank.

The three of them quietly went downstairs and guarded the three exits, waiting for the police to arrive. Abigail stayed on the second floor, observing the positions of the three people and keeping a phone call with Ryan.

"Three people are not far from you and they are not moving..." Abigail's voice came from Ryan's headphones.

A few minutes later, Ryan heard sirens shrilly behind him.

The next step is to wait for the police officers to encircle the three people, and then slowly narrow the encirclement... Ryan thought.

The next second, the strong bass at the scene suddenly disappeared, followed by a shout: "Panama City Police Department arrests the suspect! Everyone, don't move!"

Shit! Ryan cursed his teammates secretly.

The police officers' shouting not only failed to control the situation, but made it even more chaotic. Some people left in a hurry, and some people screamed amid the constant pushing and shoving.

"They're going to sneak out the back door," Abigail said in the headset. Ryan didn't care about that and chose to outflank from the outside, while shouting for the police officers, Paul and Hank to follow him.

Ryan was the first to go around to the backyard, where there was a large swimming pool. He then saw three people walking away quickly among the crowd of people in swimsuits. Ryan and the police officer started running.

"Get out of the way!" Ryan shouted to the crowd in front of him.

Before Ryan could get close, the three men noticed the chaos behind them and quickened their pace, then ran at full speed. The three men were so fast that Ryan could barely keep up, while the police officer gradually fell behind.

Seeing that they had reached a dead end, the three of them rushed into a room with a half-open door in a hurry. Ryan followed them in and saw that in addition to the three of them, there were several other men and women in the room. There were two beauties in bikinis, and the remaining three men were all wearing T-shirts and jeans. They did not look like spring break students who came to attend the music festival. There were also a bunch of electronic devices on the table.

The three people who were forced into a corner didn't care about anything else and rushed directly towards Ryan. At the same time, Paul and Hank who were left behind also arrived, and a three-on-three fight broke out.

The three black men were all strong and sturdy. The three on Ryan's side were not bad either, as they were all football players. For a while, no one got the upper hand.

Ryan was facing a man with dreadlocks, who was so strong that he knocked Ryan to the ground. In desperation, Ryan groped for an object shaped like a "ball", grabbed the edge, and smashed the ball at the man.

After a few hits, the ball, which was wrapped in a layer of red cloth on the outside and made of plastic as the main structure on the inside, broke into several pieces. The debris scratched Dreadlock's face. Ryan seized the opportunity and swung a few punches at him, hitting Dreadlock's face hard like a storm. Dreadlock's head tilted and he seemed to have lost consciousness.

As soon as Ryan relaxed his guard, the black man with dreadlocks immediately opened his eyes, used a UFC ground technique to clamp Ryan tightly, and locked Ryan's neck with his legs. Ryan felt suffocated instantly, veins on his temples bulged, and his face turned purple in a few seconds.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared and stomped on the black man's dreadlocks, with his heels stepping hard on the black man's face several times in a row.

The clamp loosened, and Ryan suddenly broke free, only to see that Abigail had caught up with him despite the danger.

This time Ryan did not take it lightly. He picked up something on the table and threw it over, then jumped up and did a flying kick in the air, causing Dreadlocks to fall to the ground completely.

On the other side, Hank also subdued his opponent. He used an object similar to a flat piece of metal to hit the opponent's face, knocking him unconscious.

Only Paul was at a disadvantage. There was a cut on his chest and he could only use his legs to hold his opponent tightly. But before Ryan and Hank could help, the man broke free and rushed out of the room.

Fortunately, the police officers had arrived at this time, and the three of them worked together to subdue the last suspect, inevitably involving some punches and kicks in the process.

The one dressed as a sheriff shouted "Damn bastard" and kicked the black man in the stomach twice. There were many people watching not far away, and some of them took out their cameras...

Seeing that the police had taken control of the three people, Ryan finally breathed a sigh of relief. But he was also afraid. If the three people had weapons or even guns, he would be the one lying on the ground, right? If given another chance, he would never do it again.

"Are you okay?" Abigail stepped forward immediately, looking concerned.

Ryan pointed at Abigail's feet. Not only had she lost her flip-flops, but she also had a cut on the back of her foot.

But Abigail still blames Ryan for being too impulsive and missing Ryan so much that she ignores her own pain.

"So, this isn't a movie, right?" Ryan heard a voice behind him.

When I looked back at this time, I saw the man picking up the fragments on the ground.

Ryan took a closer look and his head buzzed. The shape of these fragments was very special. It was an oversized helmet with two round ears, just like Mickey Mouse in the Disney cartoon.

Now, Ryan finally knew what the "ball" he grabbed in a hurry was. It was the rat head helmet of DJ Dead Rat.

The identity of the man in front of him was about to be revealed.

"Mr. Zimmerman, it's your turn..." At this time, a music festival staff member also came to the scene, looking at the messy equipment on the ground, he was speechless.

(End of this chapter)