American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 42 Blacklist
"Hello."

"Ryan, you're not unhappy, are you?" Elizabeth Olsen asked on the other end of the phone.

"Not at all. Social media operation is not an important position. Anyone can do it. You don't need to apologize to me. We still have the opportunity to continue our cooperation." Ryan said politely.

"I'm talking about this matter. Several chapters want to shoot their own school version of the Harlem Shake. How much budget are you going to prepare this time?" asked Elizabeth Olsen.

"Zero, you don't need to contact each branch." Ryan smiled.

The Harlem Shake has been on the Daily Show, so it can be said that it is spreading like wildfire, and the sororities have accomplished their mission. Even if there is no "sponsored filming", there will still be people filming the Harlem Shake in these universities. Ryan will never spend a penny more than he can save.

"Okay, that's it?" Elizabeth suddenly hesitated.

"Goodbye."

Ryan hung up the phone quickly. Social media operation was indeed not an important position. More than a dozen people had responded to the recruitment notice that had just been sent out. Ryan noticed a person with a scooter avatar. Ryan had an impression of this scooter avatar before. He enthusiastically explained the Harlem Shake to others under his own YouTube video and looked like a "fan".

However, Ryan didn't trust these netizens too much and did not make a decision immediately.

Ryan noticed that it was almost evening, so he turned off his computer and prepared to go out, just in time to meet Tracy who was returning home at the door.

She looked exhausted, probably because she was going to some remote place to shoot exterior scenes today.

"Where are you going?" Terry asked Ryan who was about to go out.

"Date!" Ryan didn't even turn his head.

"Come back tonight?"

Ryan turned back this time, his eyes narrowed.

"Remember to take safety measures." Terry waved her hand.

When the door closed again, Trey grumbled, "You don't even take the time to spend time with me. I really wasted my time raising you."

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When they arrived at the date destination, the AMC cinema chain near Music Row, Ryan saw Abigail get out of the passenger seat with someone following her.

"She insisted on coming along, saying she wanted to watch a movie." Abigail expressed helplessness about Taylor Swift's insistence on being a third wheel today.

"You have a man to accompany you, but I am alone. Can you bear to leave me?" Taylor took Abigail's arm and leaned on her shoulder.

Ryan didn't say anything and the three of them entered the theater together. Taylor was still in his old style, fully armed with a baseball cap.

"I want to watch Paranormal Activity!" Taylor shouted as he pointed at the poster as soon as he entered the door.

"I want to watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I want to watch a romantic movie," Abigail followed.

The two of them looked at Ryan at the same time.

"I don't like either of these two movies." Ryan shook his head and held up the three movie tickets in his hand.

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"Boom..." On the big screen, Robert Downey Jr., dressed in a suit and tie, staggered and almost fell due to the dust storm spread by the missile explosion.

The audience laughed.

Of the three, Abigail sat in the middle, with Ryan and Tyler sitting on either side.

"Don't look at your phone in the theater. Who are you talking to?" Abigail stretched her neck.

"Who is Elizabeth?" Abigail's voice suddenly rose.

Ryan immediately turned off his phone and started watching a movie. As Abigail's voice became louder and louder and affected others, he explained in a low voice.

"Fans? You are really nice to your female fans. You even chat with them while watching the movie." Abigail sneered.

Elizabeth Debicki just woke up and sent a reply to Ryan. It was that simple.

Then Abigail turned to the other side and saw Taylor smiling at her, as if to say, "Don't blame me for not warning you."

Halfway through the movie, Abigail got up to go to the bathroom, and Taylor immediately sat next to Ryan.

"It's time," Taylor whispered to Ryan.

"What when?" Ryan found that Taylor was always nervous these days and often said some inexplicable things.

"Detonate a nuclear bomb! Leak the song! We two will be on the headlines of entertainment magazines in no time!" Taylor said what had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

All her previous actions were hints. She shouldn't have taken the initiative to talk about such things, but Harlem Rock is very popular now, which is a rare window of opportunity to "trigger gossip."

"What song?" Ryan really didn't understand for a moment. "Stop pretending!" Taylor grabbed Ryan's arm, then turned around, noticed Abigail came back, and immediately stood up and sat back in his seat.

"What were you two talking about just now?" Abigail looked at Taylor.

"Let's talk about new songs."

"I didn't understand what happened just now."

Taylor and Ryan spoke at the same time, but said completely different things.

"I don't want to watch it anymore, Ryan, let's go." Abigail couldn't sit still anymore.

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Late at night, Ryan quietly got up, making sure not to wake Abigail beside him, and walked into the bathroom silently.

"Don't call me anymore. I'm afraid Abigail will misunderstand." Ryan frowned.

"So when are you going to leak that song?" Taylor asked on the other end of the phone.

"What song is that?"

"It's the song I wrote for you, 'Dog Day Afternoon'!"

Ryan's head buzzed and he understood many things in an instant.

The reason why Taylor gave this song to me was for this moment!
Taylor has been planning for a long time and has put a lot of thought into the so-called "discussion topic".

As for?
Perhaps it is so that the "star" market has long been a red ocean. The vast majority of new singers remain unknown throughout their lives, and a few lucky ones may become popular for a while and then be quickly forgotten.

If you want to be popular for a long time, you need the right time, right place, and right people. You can also do some extra tricks. Considering that some people just release short videos to become famous, Taylor can only be said to be a small witch compared to the big witch.

"In other words, you already had a plan, but I just happened to show up that day, right?" Ryan asked with a smile.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

"I...don't worry about it. When will you leak the song?" Taylor continued to ask.

"Maybe in the next life. I deleted that song a long time ago." Ryan smiled with relief.

"Delete? Wait a minute..."

Ryan hung up the phone directly, looked at himself in the mirror, and shook his head.

He was afraid that the music would be leaked and would have a negative impact on Taylor, so he deleted the song on purpose.

"So this is the entertainment industry?" Ryan sneered.

He silently returned to Abigail and lay down quietly. At this time, Abigail was facing away from Ryan. Even Ryan didn't notice that Abigail had her eyes open from beginning to end...

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"Deleted?" Taylor put down his phone and didn't even react at first.

She sent another text message to Ryan, but it showed that the message failed to be sent. She called him again, but the call was hung up. It was obvious that her number had been blocked by Ryan.

"Block me?" At this moment, Taylor's first expression was a smirk. She felt embarrassed.

"You dare to block me?!" The next moment, Taylor was so angry that his teeth were clenched, veins on his forehead were about to pop out, he clenched his fists, and swung his arms down violently, trying to find something to hit.

Every detail of the more than one month I had known Ryan came to my mind.

His threats, his charge when playing rugby, his momentary surprise when he heard his new song, his mean smile, his awkwardness and nervousness when he was at home, his flash of surprise when he heard his new song, his deleted songs...

"Actually, I envy your creative ability..."

Ryan's words echoed in his mind.

But maybe he used it in the wrong place. Taylor laughed, and the next second he burst into tears with a "wow". The noise was so loud that his parents and younger brother were startled and pushed open the door.

"What's wrong, dear?" Taylor's mother Andrea hurried to Taylor's side.

"Wow, wow, wow..." Taylor threw himself into his mother's arms.

He had numerous opportunities to release the song, but he didn't and secretly deleted it.

Taylor saw the Billboard magazine that recorded the rankings, grabbed it, rolled it up and threw it into the trash can...

(End of this chapter)