American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 25 Teen Idol

Abigail is a member of the school swimming team. She has a strong body that is far superior to the skinny Taylor, so Ryan doesn't have to be so cautious.

After a while, Ryan let out a long sigh, and immediately entered a state of lucid thoughtlessness, the so-called sage state.

Abigail collapsed with it, looking even more exhausted than Ryan.

Obviously, the hot weapon combat between athletes is not something that ordinary people can compare to.

Abigail picked up Ryan's glass of water from the bedside table and took a long sip, then got Ryan out of bed and went to take a shower.

Coming out of the bathroom, Abigail practically clung to Ryan.

"You really didn't have sex with Taylor?" Abigail was still struggling with this question.

Ryan shook his head.

"Hehe." Abigail sneered, probably not quite believing it.

"She must be interested in you. On the way to Miami, she was asking about us and said a lot of bad things about you." Abigail complained.

"What did you say?"

"They said you were a model before, had a messy private life, and often provided services to middle-aged women!" Abigail said.

"Also, when we were first in the stadium audience, she immediately panicked when I told her I wanted her to bring us together. I couldn't hide her little actions from me." Abigail said firmly.

"So what? I'm not the only one she's interested in." Ryan said with great self-awareness.

For a teenager, the world may be binary, with only two states for a person: like or dislike.

But for adults, liking or disliking is just one of the factors, and it is not even an important factor.

On the one hand, Taylor is a passionate woman, and on the other hand, she is also a sophisticated egoist. She knows what she needs most, and when the man cannot give her what she wants, she will quickly withdraw. Moreover, she is good at disguising herself as an "object", the one who passively endures from beginning to end. This is why she can write those songs with "sincere and heartfelt" feelings.

If you interview the boys in those songs, you'll probably get a completely different version.

"You're right. She has been in a lot of relationships. Objectively, it's also because she's too outstanding. You know, boys consider dating her an honor, something they can show off over and over again."

"So she should be more cautious."

"Why should we be cautious? We all know that we didn't plan to be together for long. It's just a date." Abigail blurted out, then realized that she had said the wrong thing and laughed awkwardly.

"But not me! Don't mention her in front of me anymore!" Abigail pinched Ryan's arm and warned.

"Aren't you afraid that she'll be jealous?" Ryan ran his fingers through Abigail's wet hair.

"I gave her a chance to admit it, but she may not like you, so let her be a little jealous this time." Abigail opened her mouth and bit Ryan's palm.

Then he turned his head away, and after a long while, he heard her voice: "Why do all men revolve around her?"

The tone was slightly unwilling.

·
Ryan and Abigail returned to Taylor's room after breakfast. There was a strange smell of vomit in the room. It seemed that Taylor vomited again last night.

Abigail walked to the bed and lifted the quilt. Ryan, who was standing behind her, could vaguely see that Taylor's clothes were disheveled. Abigail quickly moved a step to block Ryan's sight, fearing that he would take advantage of her.

Friendship between women...Ryan curled his lips.

At this time, Taylor woke up slowly, his face looked normal, and he immediately covered his forehead.

"I'm about to split in half! Why did I drink that stuff?" Taylor said with a sad face, his mouth corners drooping.

"It's a good thing we are with you this time, otherwise who knows who would pick you up." Abigail sat on the edge of the bed and said with concern.

Taylor raised his head at this time, first looked at Abigail, and then looked at Ryan behind Abigail.

"I remember you two left the room together last night." Taylor whispered.

"If I don't push him out, will I let him stay in the same room with you?" Abigail asked with a smile.

"That's right." Taylor nodded, not finding any logical loopholes.

Abigail then spent the entire day taking care of Taylor, only sneaking into Ryan's room at night...
The next day, the three of them took a sightseeing bus to Punta Gorda, on the other side of the Florida Peninsula. Compared with the international metropolis on the west coast of the peninsula, the east coast is not so lively and noisy. The small town of Punta Gorda is adjacent to the Gulf of Panama. In addition to fishing, tourism is also an important pillar of the local area. The "Countryside Mud Park" located in it attracts many tourists every year.

After getting off the sightseeing bus, the three of them transferred to the park shuttle bus that had been booked in advance, and there were natural wetland scenery along the way.

"The air quality is much better than Miami." Taylor applied sunscreen to his neck.

"It's good." Abigail also took a deep breath. She wore a very short T-shirt today, revealing her abdominal vest line, paired with hot pants, she was hotter than Taylor.

As she spoke, she glanced back at Ryan intentionally or unintentionally. This was not the first time she had winked at Ryan under Taylor's nose.

Ryan, who was sitting in the back row behind the two of them, couldn't help but open his mouth and asked a question that had been bothering him all day.

"Why are your fans discussing you so much on the Internet? Much more than other country singers," Ryan asked.

"Are you jealous?" Taylor said proudly, "The reason is actually very simple, because most of my fans are teenage girls, all of Generation Z, so they are naturally more active on the Internet."

Ordinary working-class people cannot afford to pay close attention to celebrity gossip and interact frequently on the Internet all day long.

“I’ve seen people calling themselves Swifties online,” Abigail chimed in.

Ryan suddenly realized that the audience of country music is mostly middle-aged people. From this perspective, Taylor is more of a teenage idol who sings country songs than a country singer.

But not everyone can become a teenage idol if they want to. First of all, the songs released must be in line with the wishes of young people.

I am at a disadvantage in this regard. My songs are only liked by party animals, right? Ryan realized a cruel fact.

At this time, Taylor turned around and saw Ryan's image reflected in the huge frog-eye glasses on her face.

"You don't want to go this route, do you? Your appearance is suitable, but there's something wrong with the type of songs you sing." Taylor chuckled.

"In the past few years, boy bands like NSYNC and Backstreet Boys also had a lot of crazy female fans, but now they are out of date," Abigail also tried.

·
Stratford, Ontario, Canada.

In a crowded apartment, a teenager is cooking alone in the kitchen. Due to his height, he has to put a stool under his feet to reach the stove. The so-called cooking is nothing more than heating up some discounted supermarket hamburger patties and some semi-finished vegetables, which are yesterday's leftovers.

The radio behind him was playing Chris Brown's R&B single "With You" released last year. The boy was heating up the food while humming in a childish voice and swaying his body slightly to the rhythm.

“With you Girl With you With you With you…” The boy’s voice is as clear and bright as a child’s. He can handle the transitions in R&B songs with ease. It can be said that he has shown a talent for singing at a young age.

"Bang!" The crisp sound of a wooden door opening and closing.

The boy put down the mottled metal spatula and ran to the door.

"Mom! Are you off work?! Or...unemployed again?" The boy was surprised, then immediately realized something and his expression became panic-stricken.

The woman with messy black hair parted in the middle threw a few letters and receipts for water and electricity bills on the table, then leaned over and touched the boy's forehead.

"Mom just took a leave of absence. Remember Mr. Brian, the record company executive from the United States I told you about last time? He will be here soon and asked us to meet now!"

"Yeah!" The boy jumped up excitedly.

His mother took him to the bathroom, combed his hair, and put on new clothes that he could only wear every Christmas. Then the two took a car to the train station.

When they got there, Mr. Bryan was already waiting for the mother and son at a nearby restaurant.

The "record executive" looked so young that the teenager's mother suspected he had not even graduated from college.

"I now live in Atlanta and am currently the entertainment consultant for the Atlanta Hawks. I also founded a record company and worked with Universal Music, the largest music group in the world. I can get Jermaine Dupri to be the producer of your son's album. Do you know him? He is Janet Jackson's boyfriend for many years and he also produced Mariah Carey's last album. He is a real big shot! What about P. Diddy? You must know him, right?" The young man who called himself Scooter Bryan said he had close connections with many big names.

The boy looked up at his mother, and from her expression it seemed that she was frightened.

"Like I said before, I can take your son back and provide him with the best resources, but things have become a little complicated now, and I have to put forward some new conditions." Scooter looked at the boy's mother meaningfully.

"What do you want to do?" The boy's mother immediately tightened her collar and asked nervously.

"What I mean is that your son is too young. In order to avoid some legal issues, I have to be his guardian until he comes of age!" Scooter spoke slowly.

(End of this chapter)