American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 36 Elizabeth
In the darkness of night, the fifth floor of a low-rise dormitory building on the New York University campus is brightly lit.

Universities with large areas of land often provide separate villas for "Greek life organizations" such as fraternities and sororities to use as venues for daily activities. However, New York University is located in Manhattan, where land is extremely expensive and does not have such conditions. However, it has specially arranged an entire floor of an old dormitory building for Pi Beta Phi to use as an activity base.

"Where are we?" Ryan called amid the loud music.

At this time, the hall was in the midst of a "mad dance". In the first half, everyone was tipsy in the nightclub, but in the second half, they let loose completely at the internal party. All kinds of new and old "party drugs", red, white, edible, drinkable, and aerosol, were used in turn. Even though they were students from New York University, when they got crazy in private, they were no less crazy than those at rave parties.

"Ryan, when can those model friends you mentioned come?" As soon as Ryan put down the phone, the vice president hugged Ryan from behind.

"It's almost there, almost there." Ryan slowly pried open her arms.

Ten minutes later, several male models who originally lived in New York came downstairs. They were tall and handsome, with bright and deep eyes, and they also had great bodies.

"Everyone is here." Ryan handed each person a few bills one by one. This was the "appearance fee" paid by the sorority to each person per person. Ryan also took a cut of it. Of course, this was just for being there. As for these sorority members and these male models, Ryan had no control over them.

"You've grown a beard? Piero." Ryan asked one of the male models.

This man is about the same height as Ryan, with a beard on his cheeks and mouth. He looks very manly, but is actually younger than Ryan.

"The stylist's idea." He spoke with an Italian accent, a typical Italian handsome guy, looking like a Renaissance sculpture, with three-dimensional features and deep eyes. He dropped out of school at the age of 16 and came to New York alone, and once shared an apartment with the original owner for a period of time.

"Today is the vice president's birthday. Just say it was me who asked you to talk to her more." Ryan took out two extra bills and gave them to him.

"What does she look like?" asked Piero.

"She wears braces, short hair, red-framed glasses, and dresses like a 40-year-old woman," Ryan described.

Piero's pupils shrank, but in the end, for the sake of the money, he nodded.

Everything was arranged. Ryan sent these people to the elevator and prepared to leave the campus first. When he was considering whether to ask Joel to pick him up, he heard a voice behind him.

"Do you need me to take you out? This is quite complicated."

Ryan turned around and saw a girl with golden brown hair, emerald eyes, big eyes, a high nose bridge, a square face and facial features. Objectively speaking, she was prettier than Taylor and was nearly 1.7 meters tall.

Ryan nodded, and the two of them walked side by side on the campus.

"I thought you would stay up there. Some people are quite fond of you." As if to ease the awkwardness, the other party suddenly spoke.

"I have to go back and make music." Ryan made up an excuse. The upstairs was so messy and he didn't want anyone to take any photos or videos and post them on the Internet.

"What about you? Why did you come out too?" Ryan asked.

"I don't like the air up there," she began slowly.

After a while, Ryan and she parted at the school gate. Neither of them even asked each other's name from beginning to end.

·
The next morning, Ryan appeared at the sisterhood base again. He walked into a house with his nose pinched, and saw Piero and the vice president lying on mattresses on the ground. There was a pile of garbage around the mattresses, such as toilet paper, plastic bottles filled with urine, and used umbrellas.

Ryan walked over and patted the vice president awake.

She yawned with a strange smell, and when she saw it was Ryan, she raised her hand to greet her. It seemed that she had a pleasant night.

"I know many models like Piero. As long as the sisterhood needs them, I can fill up several MPVs." Ryan said to her.

"But I also need the sisterhood to do me a favor. It's just a small thing. I want everyone to gather together to shoot a spoof video with my dance music as the background music." Ryan said.

"You want to promote your music?" She was smart and guessed it right away.

"Not only that, it will also promote the sisterhood." Ryan told the other party the idea of the video. She scratched the back of her head with her little finger, looked at Piero who was still unconscious beside her, and did not refuse.

"You have to talk to the activities director... Now that this position is vacant, you can contact a girl from the acting department named Elizabeth. Her contact information is in the roster outside. Just say it was my arrangement." She tapped her forehead with the edge of her palm, obviously still hungover.

Ryan woke up Piero, who reacted much more quickly and put on his clothes quickly.

"You have to pay more!" Piero looked like he was about to cry. Maybe the vice president liked steel wool more.

"I just asked you to chat with her, I didn't ask you to do anything else!" Ryan said.

"I'm not... To tell you the truth, I'm no different from being unemployed now. Faith only revolves around a 16-year-old female model. She wants to give all the company's business to her. She treats her very well and treats her like her own daughter." Piero complained.

Faith is in charge of modeling business and is the younger sister of the co-founder of nextmodels.

No agency would be dissatisfied with having too many job opportunities. Besides, male models can't wear women's clothing, at least not now.

"16?"

"Yes, thanks to the Calvin Klein women's ready-to-wear show at last year's New York Spring Fashion Week, it suddenly became popular..."

Ryan ignored his mumbling, flipped through the roster, and finally found the name Elizabeth.

There are many people with the same name in the West, and surnames are often added to the roster. Strangely, the column for Elizabeth's surname is left blank, as if she deliberately didn't want others to know.

·
The next afternoon, Washington Square Park, Greenwich Village, Manhattan.

"It's you!" Ryan discovered that this Elizabeth was the one who took him away from the campus last night.

"It's you!" She also seemed a little surprised.

After a brief greeting, Ryan noticed that a large group of students were walking into the park, all college students.

"I didn't originally intend to invite so many people, but since I didn't have classes this afternoon and I thought this would be fun, we all came," Elizabeth explained.

The fundamental reason is that Ryan is lucky. The girls in the sorority are actively involved in various social activities and are good at dressing up. Such girls have strong mobilization ability in school. One girl can attract five or six boys, and these boys tell their friends. In this way, word spreads from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, so that now there are a large number of people.

And this is exactly what Ryan wants, the more people the better.

"Everyone stay on the lawn, move casually, sit down and read, lie down to sleep, take a walk, just treat it as a rest in the park." Elizabeth stood on the iconic fountain steps of Washington City Park with a megaphone and gave the orders.

Another person stood on a ladder and started shooting with a digital camera. Although there were so many people and it was difficult to coordinate, the shot itself was very simple.

The first part was shot in just a few minutes.

Then comes the second part, the "Devils Dance", which requires people to put on all kinds of strange costumes, cosplay as Ninja Turtles, Superman, Dragon Ball, or hold all kinds of unrelated things in their hands. In short, the weirdest and most abstract thing can be done.

"Dance more wildly!" Elizabeth shouted anxiously.

"How can we dance without music?" someone complained.

Ryan, who was standing nearby, took out his cell phone and placed it on the microphone of the loudspeaker...

“Do the Harlem Shake!!!”

(End of this chapter)