American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 217 Collision
"Why is the service attitude of this hotel so bad?" Yinghao recalled the waiter's action of stuffing the tray directly into his arms just now, and asked with some confusion.

"Maybe you forgot to tip her." Ryan stared at the computer screen and smiled.

I put the plate aside and stood aside, watching Ryan's production process.

Ryan skillfully modified the music, adding various effects including reverb, chorus, vibrato, distortion, etc.

This gave Yinghao a lot of inspiration.

Why didn't I think of this? Yes, if you combine vibrato and glissando, the effect will undoubtedly be better.

Then, I saw Ryan simply cut out the progressive part of the entire piece of music.

“The name of this song is “Power”, but power is not enough. The phrase has to be extended and “this is power” is repeated four times,” Ryan explained.

These are just some small tips, but I don’t have enough experience at the moment.

"That's the truth." Yinghao was like a student, standing next to Ryan and observing carefully.

Ryan took off his headphones and let him listen.

"Cool!" Yinghao's expression turned into disbelief.

"It's like you cast a spell on this melody, turning it into something magical. It feels much better." Yinghao said excitedly.

"Any ideas for the lyrics of the second verse?"

"Not yet. I'm not good at writing lyrics." Yinghao shook his head.

"I know someone who can take care of this." Ryan went to get his phone.

The phone also rang several times before it was answered.

"What's wrong? Honey, you missed me a little early today." Taylor's dazed voice came from the other end of the phone.

"A friend and I are preparing to create a new song, and we're having some difficulties with the lyrics," Ryan said.

"You and your friend didn't sleep?" Taylor woke up.

"I just got up, too."

"What type of song? What's the theme? What does it want to express?" Taylor struggled to sit up from the bed.

"Power! This is the theme of the whole song. We already have the lyrics for the first verse, and now we just need the second verse." Ryan recited a few lines of the lyrics.

"Wait a minute, let me remember... bone marrow, dark place, haze, sunrise, warmth, these imagery words are okay, they are rhyming enough. If I want to write the second paragraph, I have to use similar words, such as soul, heart..." Taylor fell into thought.

"Cold, fire, fragility, rock." Ryan also said.

"Yes, that's it, let me put it together..." Taylor wrote and drew on the other end of the phone.

"Listen to these few sentences..."

"I will give you a heart that contains hundreds of souls.

You will be the fire that conquers the cold

I will defeat you like a rock that you cannot hold on to..."

"That's it." Ryan nodded. This kind of composition was not difficult for Taylor. It could even be said to be very simple. He copied the lyrics onto a note.

"Okay, I'm going to catch up on some sleep. I have a tour tonight. I'll call you when I wake up. Feel free to call me if you need anything." Taylor yawned.

"I'll call you later." Ryan hung up the phone.

Hand the lyrics to Yinghao.

"It's so beautiful, who wrote this?" He raised his head, unable to hide his surprise.

"Who else could it be? The boss lady." Ryan said.

"She... isn't she in the room?" Yinghao said subconsciously.

Ryan smiled and said, "Once you pack your bags and come to Florida, we'll start recording."

"Okay, see you in Orlando then." Yinghao nodded.

"Also, remember to call me at a normal time next time." Ryan stood up, picked up the coffee on the tray and took a sip.

"Sorry, I just drank too much Red Bull and was a little excited." Yinghao smiled embarrassedly.

"Okay, go back and get some sleep. Don't ruin your health because of work." Ryan patted his shoulder. The two of them walked out of the study one after the other.

Then we saw Daddario cleaning up in the lobby. She was cleaning up her own plate, and her movements really looked like a waitress.

He remembered Ryan's "teachings" just now, took out ten dollars from his pocket, walked over and handed it to Daddario.

"What are you doing?" Daddario looked up and glared at Yinghao.

Yinghao felt a little flustered, so he took out another bill, and the tip became $20.

"This is all I have on me." Yinghao nodded blankly.

Daddario didn't know where Ryan found this silly kid: "I solemnly declare that I am your little boss lady!"

Yinghao suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake and said quickly: "Sorry, sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

"Okay, remember not to shout at women whose identities you don't know from now on," said Daddario.

"I understand." Yinghao nodded like a chick pecking at rice, then left the room.

After a while, Theresa also woke up.

Daddario called her over to have breakfast with Ryan. He had brought two servings of breakfast but she didn't eat them at all.

Daddario then talked about being mistaken for someone else.

"You're not famous enough now, it's that simple. I'm going to arrange an agent for you. After the first season of the series is finished, you have to try to star in other movies." Ryan thought for a moment and said.

The filming of the series lasts for four or five months at most, and she has to have something to do in the remaining time. I don't have that much time to accompany her.

Moreover, as the series airs, Daddario will at least be able to accumulate some fame, and if he sets up his own agency, he will be able to make some money.

As for the agent, let Marvin introduce some reliable ones.

"But that's so tiring, running back and forth." Daddario doesn't want to be a star anymore. She wants to stay with Ryan and be a lady.

"What's so tiring about this? You have an assistant to take care of your daily life, a driver to drive you wherever you want, and your agent has arranged your work. How about you go to a nightclub and work as a waiter and experience it for two days?" Ryan asked.

"Okay." Daddario was a little unhappy, but nodded.

"And Teresa, find an opportunity in the future for you to return to acting." Ryan talked about his next plan for Teresa.

Having her as a secretary is indeed pleasing to the eye, but the problem is that it is a bit of a waste.

"Okay." Teresa nodded.

After dinner, Ryan received a call from Alex.

"Louise is ready to talk to you. She's changed her mind," Alex said.

Obviously, the "Carnival" news announced by Ryan put pressure on her. She knew it was Ryan's conspiracy, but she could do nothing about it. From the perspective of appeal, she and Ryan were not in the same league at all.

The so-called indifference was just her disguise, otherwise she would not have let Ryan speak at the Winter Music Conference. Ryan knew what she was thinking from the beginning.

That afternoon, Ryan met with Louise again, and Ryan directly proposed to incorporate the "Winter Music Conference" into the Bad Room Carnival and make it a part of the carnival.

In return, the name of the Winter Music Conference will continue, and Louise herself will become the conference director of the carnival, with an annual salary, responsible for contacting relevant people and manufacturers in the industry.

Alex was appointed as the "festival director" to take over Russell's previous responsibilities. He will re-recruit relevant personnel who originally worked at the ultra music festival.

It seemed that he lost a huge reward and only got a supervisor position, but in fact, he also got back his life.

In the original timeline, Alex filed a $3000 million civil lawsuit against Russell and his two men, but on the night before the trial, he died mysteriously, and the orphans and widows he left behind never mentioned compensation again. Since then, Russell officially let go, Ultra also withdrew from the Winter Music Conference, and gradually expanded to multiple cities in other countries.

“One year is plenty of time to build a team,” Alex thought for a moment.

"You don't have a year. The first Bad Room Carnival is this summer!" Ryan reminded him that he couldn't let the entire organization idle for a year. The cost would be too high.

"Summer? It's already April." Alex felt the pressure doubled instantly.

"It will also clash with the International Music Summit in Ibiza," Alex said worriedly.

"There are so many movies that clash in release date every year. Do you think that's what the film companies want to see?" Ryan asked back.

"Okay... let's start this summer." Alex let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)