American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 2 Get in the car
This sense of déjà vu was extremely strong, the most intense one since the time I traveled through time.

"Maybe we have met somewhere before?" Ryan asked subconsciously.

Terry and the tall girl with golden curly hair opposite her were stunned for a moment, and then smiled knowingly.

"You need to learn some new ways of chatting people up, Benjamin Button." Taylor stepped aside and motioned for the two to come in.

Following Trae into the record company, the most conspicuous position on the wall is the RIAA platinum and sales-over-one-million certification of Taylor Swift's first solo album, and the date displayed on it is November 2007.

One million sales? Even with the most conservative estimate, the person standing in front of him must be a millionaire, Ryan thought.

At the same time, Taylor Swift looked at Ryan a few more times.

To be honest, after agreeing to Terry's request last night, she didn't have too many expectations for the male lead of the MV she was going to meet today.

Unexpectedly, there were some extra surprises. His face is a bit as handsome as James Franco at his peak, and his shoulders look quite strong. I heard from Trey last night that he left school last year to become an underwear model...

Taylor's eyes raked Ryan up and down.

"Like fitness?" Taylor began to ask.

Ryan shook his head: "Not entirely. I was a football player in school before, and then I was discovered by a scout from Next and became a print model for a while."

He mentioned the modeling agency he signed with.

So, the next step is to invite myself to audition in the so-called backroom? If I guessed correctly, there must be a sofa in the room, right? Ryan thought wildly.

But the next second, Taylor shook his head and sighed, "Although I don't want to, I really have to say sorry. I'm afraid you can't be the male lead. Things have changed a little bit."

"What?" Terry beside her couldn't help but speak out.

Taylor felt rather embarrassed but remained firm.

"I didn't expect it to turn out like this. I'm really sorry, Terry. Will this affect our relationship?" Taylor continued.

"How could that be? I know the competition for the leading actor might be a little fierce, but... even if it's just a guest role? You know his mother and I have a very good relationship, just like you and Abigail. You can understand, right?" Terry said pleadingly.

"I see...but..." Taylor fell into deep thought.

Seeing that Taylor was about to refuse again, Ryan took the initiative to say, "Forget it, thank you for your time."

Aunt Trey not only asked the original owner to move to Nashville, but also helped him register for the draft and handle the procedures for returning to high school. She was very nice to the original owner. He didn't want to cause any more trouble for Trey.

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Ryan couldn't help feeling a little depressed when he and Trae left the record company.

If the original owner's previous elimination could be attributed to luck, when he got to know talented peers like Taylor well enough, he realized that some gaps could not be made up by hard work.

While other female country singers may go their entire careers without writing a number one country hit, others can do it in just a few minutes, often rushed out for an art class assignment.

In line with the principle of making the best of one's situation, Ryan plans to focus his main energy on his studies in the future. His goal in the next two years is to get into a good university. He told Terry about this idea.

"It's great that you think this way." Terry sighed. She knew that the child had a rough life and his biological mother had a new family and children. After hearing that he had dropped out of school, she couldn't bear to see him fall into such depravity, so she had the idea of taking him in. Now it couldn't be better that he could turn back to the right path.

"Celebrate tonight?"

"Celebrating your successful defeat?" Ryan laughed.

He did not go back with Terry, but planned to walk around the so-called "Music Row" alone. At first glance, it looked no different from an ordinary street. A closer look revealed that the boxes dragged by pedestrians were actually various musical instruments, and various recording studios and record companies could be seen everywhere on both sides of the road. Just as Ryan was sighing at the development of the record industry here, he saw a huge Toyota Sequoia full-size SUV driving out of the parking lot next to it, making a harsh and uncomfortable metal friction sound when turning.

Then a tall blond figure came down from the driver's seat and walked around to the other side of the vehicle. It was seen that the door and the metal fence frame had come into close contact, and several huge cuts were made on the black paint surface.

Ryan couldn't help but smile, especially after seeing who the driver was.

The next second, the female driver raised her head and saw Ryan smiling across the road, and immediately looked a little angry.

Seeing the other party waving for help, Ryan didn't want to go over at first, but considering her cooperative relationship with Terry, she finally moved towards the other party.

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"Usually my mom drives this car, but today the three of them went to Vanderbilt University to watch the NCAA game and won't be back until the evening. I'm actually not very good at driving a manual transmission car," explained Taylor, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"This has nothing to do with the manual transmission. I just didn't pay enough attention." Ryan ruthlessly exposed her excuse.

"Anyway, I was affected. My driving skills are not bad, at least my automatic transmission skills are not bad." Taylor muttered in a low voice.

After Ryan helped her drive the car out, Taylor offered to give him a ride, but Ryan was actually driving.

"Isn't the modeling world confusing?" Taylor became curious as he thought about his previous career experience.

"Of course, everyone behaves well on the surface, but in private..." Ryan murmured.

"Here's some hot inside information." Taylor's eyes brightened.

"For example, models generally don't make money by walking on the runway. Most of them will maintain long-term 'connections' with wealthy people. This is even the main business of most agencies. As long as they appear on the four major fashion weeks, their value will skyrocket..."

"What about you?" Taylor asked with a smile.

"That's the difference. I wanted to be a country singer, so I came to Nashville," Ryan said, seeming to be actively concealing his past.

"But you don't have any advantage in this area. I've heard the songs you wrote, and they have no musicality at all." Taylor shook his head, sentencing Ryan's career to death.

"Your strengths lie in other areas," Taylor added, resting his left elbow on the armrest.

"Right, so you know some famous female producers, right? I'm willing to do anything for a hit single." Ryan said very seriously, and of course he was saying this to the people around him.

Taylor of course also heard the implication in his words and laughed, "In fact, there is only one reason why you can't appear in the MV. Scott (the boss of Big Machine Records) cut off the entire filming plan. I only found out about this this morning, so I can only say sorry to you."

"So, you are happy with me?" Ryan caught the key point.

"I..." Taylor was speechless, then glanced at Ryan and smiled embarrassedly.

She couldn't deny what Ryan said. Muscular young men like Ryan were indeed her favorite type.

"Have you figured out how to compensate me?" Ryan stepped on the accelerator and the full-size Sequoia SUV drove towards the suburbs of Nashville.

"Compensation? Wait, hey, it was Scott who cut the budget, he's the one you're looking for," Taylor argued.

"But you are the one who promised me."

"I only promised Terry, where are you taking me?" Taylor then realized that the car was speeding in the opposite direction of his home.

"Take me home, I'm not kidding." Taylor had been leaning on the backrest, but now he straightened his back, looked around through the car window, his tone a little nervous.

(End of this chapter)