American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 53: Female Lead Selection

What, changed your mind? Ryan smiled secretly.

Of course he understood Elizabeth Olsen's thoughts. He used to be unknown, but the situation is completely different now.

[I noticed that the current operation staff position is still vacant, and I am no longer involved in event preparations. I think you still need me! ]

Elizabeth Olsen wrote in an email.

Ryan didn't reply and decided to leave her alone for a few days.

"Has Scooter given the budget? I think you should take advantage of the opportunity to shoot a MV." Terry on the side suddenly suggested.

Shooting MVs is her specialty, and the budget for this is usually paid in advance by the record company.

"But Harlem Rock doesn't need an MV, but Tremor..." Ryan thought about it. The song's MV was also delivered with the song, so the script could be said to be ready-made. Tremor also did need an MV for secondary promotion, especially in Europe.

The question is where to find the sexy beauty in the MV?

The first thing Ryan thought of was the NEXT model agency he had signed with. There were quite a few tall and beautiful girls there.

Ryan then called his former agent.

"Ryan? Why did you remember to call me? Didn't you say you were going to Nashville to accompany a female director? What? Did you get dumped?" the woman on the other end of the phone asked.

It was also the original owner's fault for not making it clear when she said goodbye to her former agent. The female director she was referring to was naturally Trey.

Compared to a "good family" like Tracy, Faith is the type who has more fun in private. From her perspective, a middle-aged single woman who takes the young Ryan to live with her must have other intentions.

"Not really. I have a good relationship with her." Ryan looked up at Terry who was standing in the room, and then continued to talk about his purpose.

"Filming a MV? You've signed a contract with a record company, you're great, you're quite capable, have you slept with several female managers?" Faith continued to tease. In her eyes, Ryan had no other skills except being handsome and capable.

"Harlem Shake... Harlem Shake is your song? Shit! Yesterday I was thinking about whether to ask a few models to shoot Harlem Shake to get some popularity." Faith was a little surprised. She never expected that Harlem Shake was produced by Ryan. Harlem Shake was indeed a hit, but the song was popular but the singer was not. This is also the reason why those imitators emerged.

The Harlem Shake trend has spread from college students to other industries. Ryan went to Miami for his radio tour and participated in the radio program of Irie, the official DJ of the Heat. The next day, even the Heat team filmed Harlem Shake in the locker room.

"Ah? Aren't you shooting a Harlem Shake MV?" Faith's interest dropped a lot after hearing Ryan's explanation.

"This may be a better opportunity than shooting the Harlem Shake." Ryan told her about Tremor's achievements in Europe, and mentioned the new model who emerged at the age of sixteen that Piero mentioned before.

"She, she's busy and doesn't have time." Faith immediately rejected Ryan's proposal.

"Busy with the rich?"

"How can that be possible? She's just a child. She's Next's cash cow. I have to protect her." Faith didn't sound like she was joking.

Faith mentioned a few more candidates, and Ryan checked out several people's model cards on the official website. In addition to the artistic portraits, there were also detailed physical data.

"If possible, come to New York for the interview in person." Faith emphasized "in person".

Ryan was not satisfied, he felt that the people provided by Faith could not meet his requirements, and were not half as amazing as the one in the MV in his mind.

Professional models often have a "high-end face" and their bodies are flatter than the others. This conforms to the aesthetic taste of designers, but may not be in line with the public's taste.

Out of concern for the quality of the MV, Ryan did not agree and said he would think about it again.

Ask Scooter if there is anyone suitable? Ryan immediately rejected this idea. Such a performance opportunity is an excellent "resource", and there are many people who are willing to generously take off their clothes for such a resource.

It’s just that he can’t think of any other opportunities for the time being, but Ryan is not in a hurry.

"Why does this woman sound like a bitch?" Terry couldn't help but ask.

"Because she's a bitch." Ryan stood up.

"You slept with her?" Terry asked, alerted immediately.

"I don't have that." Ryan walked out.

"Where are you going?" Terry asked.

"Go to school." Ryan said without turning his head. He had been running around outside for half a month and had fallen behind in his studies. It was time to find Abigail to catch up.

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"Can I take a picture with you?"

"No problem." In the library, Ryan stood up and took a photo with his classmates. The female classmate snuggled in Ryan's arms during the photo, looking quite like a little bird.

"Hmph." This made Abigail a little upset. In just half an hour in the library, she was interrupted four or five times.

Henderson has produced another star after Taylor, which makes the students, especially the girls, pay special attention to Ryan. You know, with Ryan's looks, plus the aura of a star, and without those rumors, he is much more attractive to boys than Taylor.

"This is my phone number, you can contact me at any time." After taking the photo, the girl handed a note to Ryan, and when she left, she looked back and waved to Ryan.

As soon as Ryan sat down again, Abigail snatched the note from his hand and threw it into the trash can.

"Let's go somewhere quiet enough," Abigail suggested.

Ryan held his chin and looked at her: "How about going to the hotel?"

Abigail tapped Ryan on the head: "Can we study well in the hotel?"

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"Have you solved this... quadratic equation...? Um..." Abigail's voice was ups and downs, with constant pauses.

After some time, Ryan gave Abigail the "answer" she wanted.

When Ryan came out of the shower and noticed his gaze, Abigail immediately picked up the book at hand and covered the key position to block it.

"I may not be able to take you home. I have to go back and cook for Tracy." Ryan said casually. In fact, an hour ago, Taylor sent him a text message asking Ryan to pick him up from get off work. She deliberately didn't ask her mother to pick her up today.

"Well, then please drive carefully on the road. I want to take a nap." Abigail didn't think much about it. She pulled the quilt and said in a daze. She was a little tired.

"And..." Abigail continued.

"I see your birthday party is tomorrow night." Ryan left in a hurry.

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"Are you in such a hurry to see me? Did you miss me?"

"No, no." Taylor's voice was filled with tears.

It was the lounge inside Blackbird Recording Studio C. This time Taylor locked both the outside and inside doors to make sure no one could get in.

After the fight, there was an intermission for the entertainment. Taylor picked up the guitar and sang for Ryan on the spot, but she was clean.

"Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else (If there's no one else but you, I can't help myself)

I can't help myself..."

Taylor hums softly, with a voice as clear as a child's, her body hidden by the acoustic guitar, her golden hair hanging down, her legs crossed, her right foot raised to the beat, her pink toenails visible, this scene is both holy and stuffy.

This time, Ryan's name was really written in the lyrics, and even the song was called "Hey, Ryan". According to Taylor, this was adapted from another song.

Ryan also sat on the sofa in the lounge with his arms and legs spread out, his head tilted back, feeling that this was the most comfortable moment since he had traveled through time.

Should the next step be to break down the barriers between the two of them, until they can fight side by side?
Ryan thought about it and did not choose to hide it. Instead, he directly talked about the details of his afternoon with Abigail.

"You two are so shameless." Taylor pouted, looking really unhappy.

Thinking that Ryan couldn't get rid of Abigail in a short time, Taylor was undoubtedly even angrier and pounced on him directly.

"Hand over all your answers! Don't leave any for Abigail." Taylor said angrily.

"That depends on how difficult your equation is," Ryan laughed.

"By the way, Mary Jane called to say hello to me today," Taylor suddenly said during the intimacy.

"That Mary Jane?"

"The one I met at the Hillbilly Mud Park."

Ryan thought...

She should be able to suggest candidates for the MV, right?

(End of this chapter)