American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 206 Blood and Fire
Taylor sang and danced on stage, shaking her head wildly. Her golden hair swayed back and forth like waves, up and down, left and right. She also brought along the head-shaking skills she had on tour.

After the song, Taylor breathed slightly.

"Go on." Ryan's voice came from behind him. Taylor turned around, caught the bottle of water thrown by Ryan, and then unscrewed it directly on the stage. Dun Dun drank two sips, but felt it was not enough, so he poured it on his head twice.

"Wooh!" The coolness cheered Taylor up.

The audience cheered, and the cameras in the hands of the media kept flashing. This kind of scene is not often seen. The stage performances at the music festival are much more relaxed than the formal Grammy live performances.

"I know, you don't want me to leave, right?" Taylor put one hand on his waist, leaned his body slightly to the side, and struck a pose.

"Stop talking nonsense. That kind of thing can only happen in the room." Hearing an audience member shout, Taylor waved his hands and made an evasive gesture.

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

"But I have a gift for Ryan, one you can watch." Tyler snapped his fingers.

The band members then emerged from backstage, and apparently there was a new performance to come, but oddly enough, these members of Taylor's band were wearing some retro country-style clothing from the 1930s.

When Taylor appeared on stage, she was wearing a light yellow one-piece knee-length jumpsuit, dressed like a country girl, which was very consistent with the dress style of these band members.

The audience then realized that what happened before was just a prelude and the following performance was the highlight.

At this time, Taylor also took the banjo handed over by "Black Lion King" Grant, which is a traditional instrument of country and bluegrass music.

Accompanied by live accompaniment, "Vile" began its first exposure performance.

"You have used your sword-like words against me.
Once again, I was hit so hard that I felt dizzy and useless.

The sound of your fingertips scratching the blackboard called me

You just bully the good and fear the evil..."

Taylor's distinctive style of "long sentence writing" has begun to emerge in this song.

"Country music? I thought it was Ryan's new song. That's boring!"

The man muttered, took the money with his left hand, and took out a small plastic bag from the bag under the table with his right hand and handed it to the other party. Inside was a few "Molly". In order to make it look good, this batch of Molly was specially dyed with some chemical dyes. Although it is highly carcinogenic, the advantage is that the raw materials are cheap.

"What I'm giving you is a hundred-dollar bill!" the buyer reminded.

"This is the price at the music festival. Do you understand the rules?" The man winked at the person beside him, and a thug with tattoos on his face immediately approached the customer, deliberately showing the holster on his waist as he walked.

The man was so scared that he immediately took a few steps back.

Such scenes have been played out many times at this makeshift stall since the festival opened.

From the outside, it looks like a temporary tent with drinks piled up at the door. It looks like a small shop, but in fact, the drinks are just gifts and what is really sold is Molly.

"How much do you want?" The man noticed that someone else was coming and asked without raising his head.

"All of them." That's the man's reply.

The man looked up, only to see a muscular man with a face full of flesh, but he was wearing a bright yellow women's bikini and heavy makeup, making his original face almost unrecognizable. He had an old lady's brown curly hair that was obviously a hood, and on top of it was a green hat.

There are a few "friends" around him who are of the same build and dressed similarly. I guess after getting Molly, these guys will have a good show of force.

"Can you eat it? Aren't you afraid of dying of stuffiness?" The man sneered.

"Five hundred people, that's the total number."

"Sorry, we have no money." The elf sturdy man grinned, and the next second the person next to him immediately raised his hand and grabbed the thug's neck.

At the same time, another strong man simply climbed over the counter.

The "salesman" didn't even have time to react before he was hit on the back of the neck by a knife and fainted.

"There are only two of them." Beric chuckled. He didn't expect that at the critical moment, instead of strengthening the guard, the number of people decreased. In the final analysis, it was because the business of these mobile stalls was too good, and the remaining two people were delivering food. The prepared weapons were even useless.

All, including Berwick, wore long "fairy gloves" that, of course, concealed fingerprints.

Beric glanced around, confirmed that there was no surveillance, exchanged a glance with his men, and they quickly left.

After a while, another buyer came over with his arms around a woman. He stood there in a daze for a few seconds, shouted twice, and asked his female companion to push the man. After confirming that the seller was unconscious, the two men immediately began to rummage through the drawers.

"Here's the money!" The woman immediately started digging for it.

"I brought you here." The man snatched the money away. The two argued for a few moments and decided to leave with the money first.

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On the stage, two band members came to Taylor and suddenly pulled, tearing open one of Taylor's outer prop costumes, revealing the golden tasseled Broadway-style long skirt underneath. Although this trick has been used many times, it still works.

There was a burst of cheers from the audience. Although the country music style did not match the electronic music festival, as a new song, it still attracted a large number of audiences.

Only a very small number of "revelers" are not very interested in this style of music.

"I can't shake it! Do you still have Molly?" A young man with a pink Mohawk said to his companions, shaking his head. His eyes were bloodshot, his expression seemed extremely excited, the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging, and the exposed skin showed a strange flushed red.

"We've eaten it all." His companion was in a state of silly laughter. "How can you laugh like that?" Mohawk pushed his companion.

"Molly, it's free! First come, first served."

Just then, a voice from someone unknown came from behind.

Not only the Mohawk man, dozens of people around him heard it.

The man with the Mohawk looked at his companion, then immediately ran towards the sales outlet he remembered.

Regardless of whether this was true or not, Mohawk couldn't tell the difference between truth and falsehood at this moment.

Soon, Mohawk arrived at the sales outlet panting. At this moment, there were already quite a few people gathered outside the outlet, and several of them were fighting with each other. Molly and a series of "drugs" were scattered on the ground.

Mohawk lay on the ground like a dog, grabbed Molly from the ground, and stuffed it into his mouth along with the dirt and weeds.

"Bang!" The sound of a gunshot cheered up everyone at the scene. A man walked out of the tent with a crazy expression on his face, holding a heavy bag in his left hand, and the pistol in his right hand was shaking.

At the first moment, everyone subconsciously took two steps back, but soon, these crazy people who were already high saw what the man was holding, and greedy expressions immediately appeared on their faces.

"do not come!"

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Mohawk pounced, knocked the man down, and bit his neck without saying a word.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” screams echoed.

When Mohawk raised his head again, his mouth was covered with blood and he spat out something. When he turned around, he found that the bag in the man's hand had been picked up by someone.

"Where are my stuff?!" The Mohawk, with red eyes, looked at the person next to him and threw a punch without saying a word, which led to him wrestling with another person again.

Under the catalysis of the "treasure", these people who were already in a state of madness began to fight more and more frequently.

At this point, things are no longer about snatching Molly, but simply venting violence.

Some women who were watching the fun were knocked down directly, and the weak ones were usually the first to suffer.

"Hand out the money!" Someone took out a dagger and pointed it at a stranger next to him.

Some people began to rush to the tent area, there were countless zero-dollar buyers, and the chaos began to spread rapidly in the park like the annual wildfires in Los Angeles.

And the real flame began to burn in a dense forest, and in the blink of an eye it became a raging fire.

In the silhouette of the fire, there were fights, beatings, screams, roars, gunshots, crying, and laughter...

"This is the real carnival!" Mohawk, with a bruised face and nose, stood up at this moment, looking at everything around him with a comfortable smile on his face.

"This is a real music festival!" He opened his arms and shouted to the sky.

Not far away, the news crew's camera had completely recorded the man's expression.

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"Won't you come with me?" Taylor got on the golf cart parked backstage at the performance. The carts were prepared by Ryan in advance. These cars would drive directly to the exit. Taylor would change cars at the exit and return directly to the hotel, away from this chaotic place.

But when she saw that Ryan had no intention of getting in the car, she immediately felt something was wrong.

"You go back first, we'll meet at the hotel." Ryan nodded to her.

"No, I'm going with you." Taylor pretended to get out of the car.

Ryan winked and Erica immediately stopped Taylor.

Several golf carts started up immediately, carrying Taylor, the band members, and other performers such as Ellie Goulding.

It's not a life-and-death separation, why make it so sentimental. Ryan muttered, he certainly didn't stay here to be a hero.

The scene is so chaotic, someone has to come forward to evacuate the people, right?
Ryan turned around and walked quickly to the front of the stage, deliberately choosing a position where the lights could shine.

"There is an exit at the back! Walk one by one, don't run!" Ryan shouted loudly to the audience in front of the stage, and then began to direct the whole process.

"I'm talking to you. Walk slower! Don't you know there's going to be a stampede?!"

"Someone come and help her, this lady's legs are weak from fear."

"Whose child is it?"

Ryan was like a concerned citizen, and of course, the whole process was under the lights.

There were still a few scattered film crews here who had not had time to go to the chaotic scene in the distance. When they heard Ryan's voice, they were immediately attracted by him.

"Quick, focus the camera on Ryan!"

(End of this chapter)