American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 223: Just Friends, This Song is for You

Backstage at the nightclub, Ryan looked at the dozen or so girls in Jacksonville Roar (cheerleading) style leopard print split bras and shorts, snapped his fingers a few times, and signaled them to come closer: "We'll be on stage in five minutes, who has any questions now?"

"My shorts are a bit tight, can you help me loosen them up?" A gorgeous woman turned around and shook the drum wrapped in leopard print shorts, causing a group of women to laugh.

"I have a question too. Do you need an XXL or XXXL umbrella?" another woman next to her asked, her bra unable to cover her northern hemisphere.

These hourly-paid football cheerleaders were more passionate and bold than the college students before, and they kept teasing Ryan.

"I don't like using that thing." Ryan said casually.

This caused even more screams, and many people raised their manicured hands to cover their mouths to hide their surprise.

"Okay, get ready to go on stage." Ryan made way.

The girls walked forward in a line, holding bouquets in their hands. They came to Ryan, but they were not prepared to high-five Ryan. Instead, they walked up to him and pouted.

Ryan took pictures one by one, and the sound of playing poker cards was heard in the background.

Immediately afterwards, screams and applause from the audience outside were heard, and the atmosphere on the scene became even more heated.

At this moment, it is Di Boli performing on the stage, and Ryan will appear in the most important period later.

"Ryan, Paris in the box wants you to come over."

At this moment, the voice of manager Sean came from the intercom in my hand.

"Let her wait, I'm busy now." Ryan usually visits some wealthy customers in person to ask if they are satisfied, if they have any comments, etc., but this is always after the stage performance is finished.

"She said if you go over now, you'll just open tens of thousands of dollars worth of wine."

Are you testing me with this? Just tens of thousands of dollars and you want me to run over and apologize? What do you think of me as a nightclub owner?

"Which box is she in?" Ryan asked, holding up the intercom.

"old place."

Ryan turned around and took the elevator upstairs. There was an employee passage that directly connected to the box area. He entered the box within two minutes.

"Ohhhhh! Look who's here." Paris was about to clink glasses, but when she saw Ryan, she immediately stood up, walked over and put her arms around Ryan's neck. She was wearing a glittering golden tassel jumpsuit, which was similar to the skirt Taylor wore in her previous performance, and she was wearing a pair of very high stilettos, so it was not difficult for her to do this action.

"I brought your sister to you, but you have to stay with me first. I'm happy, and I'll take care of everything between you and my sister." Paris patted Ryan's chest.

Nikki, who was sitting on the sofa nearby, was looking at her phone. When she heard this, she immediately raised her head and frowned: "If you bring me up again, I'm leaving now!"

Paris winked at her.

Nikki snorted and continued to look down at her phone.

Paris Hilton was almost sticking to Ryan as they sat down together. Quite a few people came today, including Paris' sisters and several young men, all of whom were dressed very fashionably and wore expensive ornaments.

As soon as she sat down, Paris called the waiter and ordered a lot of things. If she couldn't finish the drinks, she could save them. Although she debuted with the halo of "heir", everyone knew that Paris could not really inherit the family business. She spent lavishly on her daily expenses. In fact, all the money was earned by herself, making movies, launching perfumes, releasing records, and filming reality shows. Except for the good sales of perfumes in the past few years, the rest can be said to be all-round. However, she also received some attention due to her popularity, and her income is beyond the reach of ordinary people. According to reliable data, her annual income has been millions of dollars since 06.

"I'll be free next week." Paris chuckled.

"Terry will contact you when we get to Los Angeles."

"By the way, I saw a few new faces on the DJ stage just now. They looked very unfamiliar." Paris picked up the wine glass, which contained a pink cocktail.

"Recruited." Ryan said.

"Recruited? You didn't tell me that I'm also a record producer." Paris Hilton chuckled.

"DJ? I know a lot about it. I just need to stand on the DJ stage and turn the buttons. In fact, I'm quite charismatic. The Paris Club in Orlando has been cooperating with me." She fiddled with her hair and struck a charming pose.

"I just don't know if you're interested in me personally." She winked at Ryan.

Really persistent.

"If you mean interest in performing, then I do have that. You can go on stage yourself later," Ryan said.

"What about other aspects?" Paris Hilton refused to give up.

"We are just friends, FRIEND, do you need me to spell it for you?" Ryan showed the ring on his finger.

Paris felt bitter in his heart, then smiled slightly: "I know what kind of person you are. Sooner or later, you will lose control."

But I didn't get the expected reply.

"Or do you agree to it?" Paris noticed that things were taking a turn for the better and a smile appeared on his face.

Ryan waited for five full seconds before he came back to his senses.

"Where were we talking about? I was distracted." Ryan said.

To be precise, the sense of déjà vu appeared again.

“Let me be the DJ.”

"No problem." Ryan was in a good mood and would not refuse this request.

"Then can you write a song for me?" Paris began to test further.

"I'll give you a suitable song if there's one." Ryan said.

Then he stood up and said goodbye to Paris.

"I have to go to work."

"Can I see you later?"

"If you open a few more bottles of wine, it's not impossible."

"Go away, go away and don't come to see me tonight." Paris waved his hand.

·
Ryan just walked out of the box and saw Jared coming towards him, accompanied by a blonde woman. The waiter was taking the two of them to the box.

"Ryan! I was just about to call you!" Jared immediately waved at Ryan.

"Your wife?" Ryan responded, looking at the woman. She was a woman with a voluptuous figure, very tall. Tyler was already very tall, and she was nearly ten centimeters taller than Tyler. She was very big, whether it was natural or artificial, you would have to see it by hand. She was blonde and blue-eyed, and looked very majestic. It would not be out of place for her to play a medieval queen. She was a typical blonde, and she perfectly fit the adjective "foreign horse".

Of course it’s the eldest princess.

"I'm not wearing a ring." Before Jared could speak, the woman took the initiative.

"Boyfriend or girlfriend?" Ryan looked her over and smiled at her.

"Ordinary friends." The woman said what Ryan just said.

"Ryan Rivers." Ryan extended his hand.

"Iwanka," she went on to say her last name.

Same last name as Lao Tang.

"I just met your father at the Mar-a-Lago Club. My residence is not far from there," Ryan said immediately.

"Really?" The blonde girl seemed a little surprised. She didn't expect this to happen.

"We've just met for a short while. Your dad even said he wanted to make a guest appearance in my TV series. Have you watched my TV series?" Ryan said.

"I've seen it, it's pretty good. By the way, those two actresses, they have nothing to do with you, right?" The eldest princess fell into thought.

Those two actresses were so beautiful, how could a man not be attracted to them? She obviously didn't believe it. But the next second she thought of the ring on Ryan's ring finger, and she immediately realized her mistake: "Oh, sorry, I shouldn't ask that."

Ryan shrugged: "Of course there is a relationship, a partnership, that's all, Taylor knows about this too."

Taylor did know, but she never asked about it, nor did she ask Ryan to avoid suspicion. After all, it was Ryan's career.

Ivanka nodded: "Blessings to you two."

Jared, who was standing by, was a little flustered when he saw the two chatting so enthusiastically that they didn't even need to be introduced. He said quickly, "Ryan and Taylor are indeed enviable. The most important reason is that Ryan is a very upright man and would never flirt with other women, right?"

Giving Ryan a compliment is also a reminder for him not to have any other ideas.

"See you later, Ryan." He turned to the eldest princess, "Ryan is still busy. I'll ask him to come over later and have a good chat with us. I'll take you to the box first. I've arranged your favorite wine and fruit in advance."

"You're so polite." The eldest princess smiled politely and nodded at Ryan.

"See you later." Ryan also said to the eldest princess.

The two parties parted ways in the corridor. Ryan took a few steps forward and turned back to take a look at the eldest princess's slender, gourd-shaped back. He felt that Old Tang had given birth to a good daughter.

Old Tang’s guest appearance has to be put on the agenda.

·
On the DJ stage, Ryan came on stage amidst the loud cheers of the audience. He was already accustomed to what was happening right now. After a short break, the group of cheerleaders returned to the stage.

"Welcome to the Bad Room, we've invited some well-known performers this week, and I'm sure you've seen these girls on TV..." Ryan picked up the microphone, avoiding the words "Jacksonville Jaguars" throughout the whole process.

Ryan then called out the names one by one, and the people whose names were called raised their hands to accept the cheers from the audience.

"Ok, now there is only one thing left to do, and that is - enjoy tonight!" Ryan turned up the music and the lights on the scene dimmed.

Starting with the new song "Weekend Hymn", followed by the annual medley, Ryan has performed this routine many times, and everything seems familiar.

·
The eldest princess and Jared were staying in the box.

"Ivanka, it's a bit noisy here. How about we go have a meal together?" Jared felt that this place was not suitable for a date. If Ivanka hadn't said she wanted to come here, he would not have booked this private room.

In addition to the date, he also had some serious business to discuss with Ivanka.

"If a nightclub isn't noisy, can it still be called a nightclub?" Ivanka laughed.

"You're right. How about this? I'll ask the restaurant to send some over. What do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry." Ivanka shook her head, stood up, walked to the semi-open "terrace", held the railing, and swayed her body slightly to the rhythm.

She doesn't come to nightclubs often, but she was quickly infected by the enthusiastic atmosphere there.

"There are so many people down there!" Ivanka then realized that there were quite a lot of people down there, with their shoulders packed together.

"If you want to go to the main hall downstairs to play, I have to go with you. It's very dangerous down there and someone might take advantage of you." Jared said vigilantly.

In addition to protection, you might also be able to seize the opportunity to have a close and passionate dance with her, which is a very rare opportunity.

"Forget it then." Ivanka shook her head.

40 minutes later the food arrived.

"You must be hungry." Jared brought the food to Ivanka.

"Thank you." Ivanka laughed, but still chose to take it.

"How much is it? I'll give it to you later."

"Don't tell me that." Jared acted very gentlemanly.

Ivanka was then attracted by what was happening on the DJ stage and pointed downwards.

"Look, there's another one coming up!"

He walked up to the DJ booth not far away.

"A new artist from the Netherlands, who just collaborated with me on a brand new song! Tonight, the song will be performed for the first time," Ryan announced on the spot.

Naturally it was the song "Power" from before. Ryan saw many people taking out their cameras and mobile phones at this time.

Whenever a new song is released, it will be posted online after the performance, which is considered as a tap water promotion and enters major social platforms. In addition, some people record the entire performance.

Ryan is naturally happy to see this happen, but the pictures are sometimes not clear and often shake.

The powerful music made the scene into a carnival.

"This music is so great. I feel full of strength right now." Ivanka said, holding the railing and nodding to the music.

"I just said Ryan's music is good, just as good as he is." Jared quickly responded.

"You just said he never has affairs outside?" Ivanka remembered something.

"Actually, that's just a superficial phenomenon. He is the owner of a nightclub. Did you see those cheerleaders? There have been many such events. Do you think Ryan has nothing to do with them? Otherwise, how did they get on the stage?" Jared said with a smile.

"Oh, that's really possible." Ivanka frowned slightly.

The live performance was coming to an end at this time. Just as Ryan expected, "Power" successfully made the audience feel fresh, but it was just fresh. Maybe they would forget this song next month. This song was too similar to some previous big room music styles.

In other words, it was not as groundbreaking as imagined.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the end of tonight's performance. I wish you all a pleasant night. I need to rest now, and so do I." Ryan said holding the microphone.

The customers who were there tonight could be seen starting to talk to each other in twos and threes, and normally there would be some music in the background with the volume turned down.

"But tonight, I suddenly had a new idea, and I want to reveal it to you in advance. This is a brand-new style of music, different from the big room music just now. I already have specific song ideas." Ryan mentioned the new song, which was just obtained from the sense of visual perception.

“This song will have a completely different sound, similar to ‘Future Bass’, a mixture of the low-frequency drums of Trap music, the high-pitched main melody of electronic dance music, and the spatial sense of house music. This is a type of music from the future.”

Many people were attracted by Ryan's words and raised their heads again.

"As for the new song itself, it comes from a lady who is here tonight. We always have some awkward moments, but we are too embarrassed to say it directly. We can only say that we are just friends. I can even sing a cappella."

"Don't go look at me with that look in your eye

You really ain't going away without a fight
You can't be reasoned with, I'm done being polite
I've told you 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 thousand times
Haven't I made it obvious?
Haven't I made it clear?

Want me to spell it out for you?

FRIENDS We are just friends."

Paris Hilton was also leaning on the railing with her friends. When she heard the lyrics sung by Ryan, she immediately realized that the lyrics were meant for her.
If an ordinary person heard Ryan say this, he would feel that it was too hurtful.

But Paris Hilton doesn't think so!
"I'm going to tweet this right now! Ryan wrote a song for me!" Paris said excitedly and immediately took out her cell phone to take pictures of the scene.

Not far away, on another box terrace, Ivanka was also startled.

She had just said "just friends", and then she heard Ryan say that the inspiration for this song came from a lady present tonight - wasn't that her?
"Jared, what do you think of this song?" Ivanka propped up her chin and looked at Jared beside her.

"I don't know much about music," Jared shook his head.

"For you." Ivanka smiled.

"Then I'll have to refuse it." Jared shrugged.

(End of this chapter)