American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 24 I must detoxify her

"What's in Coke? I'm so hot!"

In the room of the Marriott Hotel, Taylor's face flushed. He kicked off the quilt that was wrapped around him and squirmed on the bed like a maggot, mumbling something.

Ryan was standing by the bed holding a cell phone, talking to someone, and Abigail was in the bathroom dumping Taylor's vomit.

Ryan wanted to send her to the hospital, but Abigail insisted on taking her back because she was worried that the truth would be exposed and would affect her public image.

Almost half an hour after returning to the hotel, Taylor has gone from ecstasy to sadness, then to rage, then to cold, and now feels hot all over.

When Abigail came back, Ryan put his phone down too.

"What did the other party say?"

"Does Taylor have a family history of genetic diseases, including various cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases?" Ryan asked.

"Does high myopia count? She's been wearing contact lenses."

"So is she pregnant?" Ryan asked again.

"You must be joking." Abigail laughed.

Seeing Ryan's serious expression, Abigail quickly put away her smile and glanced at Taylor who was lying on his back on the bed and pulling at his collar: "As far as I know, no."

Ryan seemed a little relieved: "It's not life-threatening for now. As for the sequelae, further observation is needed."

He had just called DanceSafe's public service hotline to report Taylor's various symptoms. The other party asked for some basic information about Taylor, including her age, and then determined that she had taken a mixture of multiple "club drugs". In the absence of further symptoms including epilepsy, shock, and convulsions, it was not a big deal.

Abigail breathed a sigh of relief at the news, then walked over to Taylor to check.

"It's so hot!" Taylor was still rolling on the bed.

Just then, the phone in Taylor's handbag rang, and Abigail took it out.

"It's Andrea (Taylor's mother) calling. You watch her and I'll go out to answer it," said Abigail.

"Hello, hi, Andrea, Taylor and I are in Miami, she is taking a shower, and we are getting ready to go to bed, I will keep an eye on her..." Abigail's voice faded away.

Ryan came to the bed and saw Taylor gasping for breath with his mouth wide open. His golden curly hair covered part of his face. Under the light of the desk lamp, half of his face was hidden in the darkness. His pink lips were vaguely visible. His pearly teeth were slightly parted, his eyebrows were lowered, and his eyes were slightly open with a distracted look.

As if in a half-asleep state, she raised her hand to grab the corner of Ryan's clothes, as if wanting Ryan to come closer.

According to medical research, taking something harmful like Molly makes it easier to have empathy. The English word empathy comes from the ancient Greek word empatheia, which means "physical emotion or passion." Obviously, this urging effect makes it easier for men and women to have intimate behavior.

"Come here." Taylor propped up his head, raised his arms and hugged Ryan's waist, resting his head on his abdomen, and grinned foolishly, as if he had picked up some treasure.

Anyway, it was her who took the initiative, so it can't be considered taking advantage of someone in this situation, right? Ryan muttered.

The next second, Abigail returned to the room with her cell phone. She was stunned for a moment when she saw the two of them so close to each other. Then she immediately walked over and forcibly pulled Taylor away from Ryan.

"Can you bear to watch your friend suffer?" Ryan spoke like a compassionate doctor.

"What else? Should I ask you to detoxify her?" Abigail asked back.

Ryan would be happy to do that. Helping others is a virtue! For her fans, I must save her.

"I don't need you. I can use my hands at most!" Abigail pushed Ryan aside and pushed him all the way out the door. Then she took the room card and put it in her pocket, and finally closed the door of Taylor's room.

Ryan and Abigail were the only ones left in the long, quiet hotel corridor.

"You like her." Abigail stated rather than asked. Ryan shook his head: "Let's leave it to someone else."

"How is she better than me?"

"Besides being able to write two crappy songs."

"Have you ever been with her..."

"I only met her once before I met you," Ryan said.

"And she can't be a barrier between us." Abigail nodded.

She had made plans for this spring break, but so many things happened, including her best friend's unexpected arrival in Florida. Now, all obstacles have finally been cleared.

"Who says it's not?" Ryan asked back.

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The next morning, when Ryan opened his eyes, he saw Abigail with loose copper-red curly hair. The quilt had fallen off her body, revealing her entire back. He could also see two dimples on her lower back. Only young women with a well-proportioned body shape can have these dimples, so they are also called the Saint's Dimple.

Ryan came naked to the computer in the room and logged into his myspace first. As he expected, with the end of the Ultra Music Festival, he began to attract the attention of a considerable number of electronic music fans. The number of followers had a phased increase and soared by 2,000 yesterday, successfully breaking through the 5,000 mark.

But she is nothing compared to Taylor, a shining new star who was just nominated for the Grammy Best New Artist last month. Her number of followers on Myspace alone has exceeded one million and is now approaching two million.

Clicking into her page, Ryan was immediately struck by the exquisite "decoration", including buttons, titles, and page backgrounds. Taylor has a whole set of skins that are different from the official templates and are highly consistent with the country style. They are obviously designed individually. On one side of the page is a guide, and on the other side is a streaming playback bar for currently public music. The middle part is a blog-like article, including news about her mentioned in the mainstream media, updates on her new album, and her personal movements. Each article has been edited and redesigned, and the pictures are very beautiful.

Moreover, there is a high intensity of interaction among fans under each blog. In comparison, Carrie Underwood, who is also a country female star and whose current status is obviously higher than Taylor, has a similar number of followers on Myspace as Taylor, but the number of replies and likes is only one-tenth or even one-twentieth of Taylor's.

Ryan returned to his own page, as if he had returned from a luxuriously decorated villa to a bare house, and the fans' replies were all simple phrases such as "very nice" and "release a new song soon".

There was one reply that made Ryan's eyes light up.

"Remember me? The one hanging from the palm tree on Hob Beach!"

Judging from the profile picture, she was a beautiful woman with long golden hair. Ryan's mind was full of the performance the next day, and it was getting dark, so he didn't pay any attention to her at all.

Ryan clicked on the other person's homepage and found out that the other person was a student at the Victorian College of the Arts at the University of Melbourne. He was probably traveling to Miami with his classmates during the spring break.

Ryan remembered that the girl was very tall, taller than Taylor, with long blond hair, and a very reserved smile, with an elegant temperament like a European aristocrat. She probably saw Ryan's performance at the Ultra Music Festival and followed him all the way to his social network.

It was all good except that he was in Australia, thousands of miles away, and there was a full 14 hours time difference. Ryan thought about it and decided to pay attention to the other person again.

Ryan then logged into the official websites of major paid music download platforms. When he entered the backend of Beatport, he was dazzled by yesterday's paid downloads approaching four digits. This was a new high since Taylor recommended it on social media, and it was obviously due to the exposure at the Ultra Music Festival.

In addition, I also received an internal message.

"Congratulations, the uploaded song "Tremor (original Mix)" has been selected by the editor of this platform as a "hot topic" recommendation, and the duration is..."

The times are displayed for the following week.

Ryan immediately switched to the homepage and looked carefully, and finally found the "Popular Now" recommendation column at the bottom of the website. Ryan refreshed the page many times, and he could see his song listed there every five times. The entire recommendation column had twenty positions. In other words, there were as many as 100 songs in the entire recommendation column.

Ryan could only comfort himself by saying that even a mosquito leg is meat.

At this moment, Abigail was heard waking up.

Ryan glanced at the time and rushed back. A good day starts with exercise...

(End of this chapter)