American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 37 Hint
After about half an hour of shooting, the New York University version of Harlem Shake was completed.

"As for editing..." Ryan came to Elizabeth.

"It's better to leave this to us," said Elizabeth.

"Then publish..."

"We have to do this too," Elizabeth continued.

"That's troublesome." Ryan nodded quickly.

Finally, Ryan gave her his phone number, and the two said goodbye in the park. Ryan returned to the nightclub.

The performance in New York lasted not one day, but three days, and with a day's delay in Harlem, Ryan would not be able to return to school until Wednesday.

In the lounge Ryan only saw Marvin.

"It's really nice to meet you two..." Marvin was still upset about what happened before, and then changed the subject: "But compared to that idiot, I am more optimistic about you, even though you have caused me a lot of trouble."

"Take a look at Beatport, you'll be surprised." Marvin was sitting on the sofa in the lounge, one foot resting on the other leg, his shiny leather shoes shaking.

Ryan did as he was told, and then he saw his "Tremor" on beatport's 24-hour best-selling list. Although it was ranked only over , the backend showed that more than copies were sold yesterday. Obviously, word of mouth is growing.

Calculated at $1.29 per copy, the film earned more than $ on baetport alone yesterday. Even after deducting the % channel fee, there is still a full $.

"Do you need me to introduce you to an accountant? He is very professional. You have to start filing your second quarter taxes in June," Ma Wen reminded.

Ryan shook his head. Trey had already considered this aspect and she would ask the filming company's financial staff to help her.

"You're quite professional, brat. Yesterday's new song sounded pretty good too. I have a feeling you can surpass Dead Rat." Marvin narrowed his eyes and stared at Ryan. He also watched the live show yesterday. As an insider, he felt that this young man was different from other young DJs. Although his movements were stiff during the performance, the electronic music he produced was good enough.

"Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Marvin Zimmerman, and I'm currently in charge of WME's global electronic music department. I have the same last name as Dead Rat, but don't worry, he is definitely not my illegitimate son." Marvin said with a smile.

"big company?"

Marvin shrugged: "Electronic music is still a niche thing, but the number of people paying attention to it is growing very fast. In fact, I am the only one in the entire department."

Ryan nodded. He was logging into the backend of other paid music download channels, but except for Beatport, his music was still not popular on all platforms. In other words, only the core audience of electronic music likes to listen to Tremor, and these people are almost all in Europe.

“Maybe soon, electronic music will become mainstream?” Ryan tried.

Marvin nodded. "That may be true. The number of audiences at ultra music festivals is increasing year by year. Nightclub business is getting more and more prosperous. DJs' appearance fees are also rising. This industry is growing rapidly, but the public has not noticed it yet. Look at it from another perspective. We are much luckier than those who are engaged in rock music. There will definitely be a real superstar in electronic music. It may be someone else, or it may be you."

"Ryan, we can continue to cooperate, right?" Marvin said suddenly. In his eyes, Ryan's potential was much greater than that of a dead rat.

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"When will you be back?" Abigail's voice came on the phone.

It was already late at night, and Ryan, who had just finished today's performance, was having a midnight snack with Joel. They were eating a modified version of Chinese cuisine in the United States, such as orange chicken, which was very sweet.

"We'll be in Nashville the day after tomorrow night," Ryan said.

"This way I can make it in time for my swimming competition," Abigail said excitedly.

"That's great," Ryan responded casually.

But Abigail changed the subject: "What are you talking about? The game is over and you don't even know the exact time of the game!"

"What's the result?" Ryan was stunned for a moment. His mind had been full of Harlem Shake these past two days.

"I got first place by luck." Abigail was proud.

"This way I'll have a high chance of getting a scholarship. But my face turned a little purple after the competition, but it shouldn't have any impact, right?" Abigail said with a guilty conscience.

As a major competition involving scholarships, it is of course not just a test of physical strength and skills, but also of chemistry and technology.

"What about the rest?"

"They're more purple than my face," Abigail laughed.

After comforting for a while, Abigail hung up the phone with satisfaction.

I just hung up and another number called.

"Well... you probably haven't slept yet?" A relatively unfamiliar voice came from the other end of the line.

"I'm having a midnight snack."

“It’s so hard~”

"Isn't it the same for you?"

"I'm busy with your video. You know, if the sisterhood has activities involving eating, drinking and having fun, everyone always responds positively, but if it involves boring work, everyone will become very busy. However, I have finished your video. Tell me your email address and I'll send it to you?" said Elizabeth on the other end of the phone.

"No problem." Ryan then put down the phone.

Joel, who was standing next to him, had already stood up and was looking at Ryan's Facebook. Facebook had already been circulated among college students in the United States in 2004, and the number of users exceeded one million at the end of 2004. In 2006, Facebook officially opened registration to users over 13 years old, and now the number of official users has exceeded million.

In other words, if something becomes popular among college students, it is likely to spread to the entire society.

"This girl is so beautiful." Joel couldn't help but say as he looked at a selfie on Ryan's Facebook.

Ryan walked over and told her how he met her.

"Then can you introduce him to me?" Joel smiled obscenely.

"She is studying in Australia, with a 14-hour time difference. Are you sure?" Ryan asked.

"Forget it then...but how did you add Facebook friends?" Joel discovered the key point of the problem.

"She asked me if I had a Facebook account and I told her my account, it was that simple."

"Shit, you even replied to someone's photo, 'Are you there? Look at their legs.' You're so shameless." Joel sneered.

"Everyone has a pursuit of beautiful things." Ryan smiled.

"Did she send it to you?"

Ryan shook his head repeatedly.

It’s not that I want to have it all to myself, but I’m afraid that you’ll get trapped. It’s all for your own good.

At this moment, Ryan's cell phone rang again.

"How many women call you every day?" Joel muttered, and continued to open Ryan's Myspace to search for any beautiful fans.

"Hello..." Ryan on the other side has answered the call.

"Are you still awake? Who are you flirting with again?" The voice on the other end of the phone could be described as "eerie".

"How can I dare to sleep without your call?" Ryan responded.

"Is New York fun? Are the girls pretty?" Taylor then asked.

"You mean the girl whose beard is longer than mine?" Ryan said.

"Huh, I guess there's one lying next to you right now." Taylor expressed disbelief.

"Joel, call me twice and let me hear it." Ryan pointed the phone towards Joel.

"Ah, Ryan, you're so strong, oh, oh, come on baby." Joel said without turning his head.

"I have reported such a big thing to Abigail truthfully." Taylor chuckled.

"Then tell her about what happened between us before," Ryan said.

"What? I don't remember." Taylor dodged the question.

"Then do you want me to help you review it, or upload it directly to the Internet? Anyway, I urgently need attention." Ryan continued.

"Are you threatening me? If you don't upload it, you'll go to hell!" Taylor seemed to be deliberately trying to provoke Ryan.

"Forget it. I have a new song now, and the style is quite special. Maybe I can attract a lot of people's attention with it." Ryan mentioned the new song.

"Wake up, it's time to get up."

"It's time to go to bed. You're not mad at me for what happened with Abigail, are you?" Ryan probed.

"How could that be? I can't thank you enough. Thank you for giving me a new song. Everyone thinks this new song is great." Taylor said. On the surface, he was talking about the new song, but actually he was talking about Ryan.

"That's good." Ryan hung up the phone.

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At the same time, Nashville.

Taylor put down his phone and flipped through the Billboard magazine in his hand. Before the Internet appeared, Billboard's magazine business accounted for a large part of its revenue. For many years, Billboard magazine relied on charts to support sales.

It is very clear in the magazine that Taylor's "Should've Said No" has dropped to fourth place on the country music chart. Currently ranked first is Carrie Underwood's "All-American Girl", which makes Taylor feel like she is facing a formidable enemy.

She decided to detonate the bomb she had "planted" before in the near future, which was the song she gave to Ryan, but the prerequisite was that Ryan had to understand and cooperate.

But Ryan had a new song at this time, which became the biggest obstacle for her to implement her plan.

"How can you be famous without me? Dream on!" Taylor snorted coldly, covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

(End of this chapter)