American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 61: Soft and Hard
"Do you know her?" Scout suddenly realized something.

"Yes." Ryan said lightly.

"Are you her boyfriend? You never told me this before." Scooter was surprised for the nth time during this phone call.

"You can say that," Ryan said.

"Did you tell Scott about this?" Scout asked instead.

"Not yet, I just had an idea."

“How long does it take to produce the required sample?”

"Two days, maybe three days. It won't be too long."

"Please notify me as soon as your sample is completed."

"What?"

"I'm here to help you negotiate a deal, Ryan. I know you may have a good relationship with Taylor and she's also a hot new star, but remember, don't be blinded by love. This is a business negotiation. The revenue generated by this song may last for many years. How long can you two be in love? Maybe only a few months." Scooter analyzed.

He didn't ask about the new song, he just thought it was a love song Ryan wrote for Taylor Swift, which is very common.

"I'll let you know in advance then."

"Remember, don't tell Taylor anything about the new song," Scooter reminded him.

Ryan just listened to this and let it go. If Taylor hadn't helped him find a lawyer, he would have been cheated by Scooter's contract. He knew very well who was truly reliable.

So Ryan turned around and called Taylor.

"Aren't you training? You have to concentrate." Taylor reminded with a smile on the other end of the phone.

"It's mainly because Abigail isn't around, so I'm looking for you to replace her," Ryan said casually.

"Screw you."

"Stop joking. I have something serious to tell you. I have a new song and I think it's pretty good. To be exact, it's very good," said Ryan.

"You have a new song? Wait, so soon!?" Taylor was stunned.

In her eyes, Ryan's creative ability is in a Schrodinger's state. He has written both bad songs and superb tracks. Obviously, Ryan is currently in the latter.

"When I was writing an essay in the exam, suddenly, I jumped!" Ryan said somewhat exaggeratedly.

"Also, I want you to sing this song," Ryan said. This was done to facilitate hype.

"The premise is that your voice is suitable," Ryan added.

Hearing this, Taylor was not as excited as before. He even asked with some doubt: "Is it suitable for me to sing? What song?"

"You'll know once the sample is made."

"Okay, then I'll wait for your good news. Do you need to use the recording studio? I can also ask Nathan to help you." Taylor couldn't help but turn on the "One-click Help Husband".

"No need for that. I can do all this in my bedroom." Ryan has purchased a lot of professional equipment recently and is developing into a "bedroom producer."

"Okay, let me know if you need any help."

Finally, Ryan talked about Scooter coming to Nashville for negotiations.

"It's nothing. It's very common for singers from different companies to collaborate. The profits are split 50-50. If you want more, I can give it to you. I can even help you with a cameo for free." Taylor then added: "You are the only one in the world who has this treatment. I won't go even if others beg me to collaborate. I'm not exaggerating."

"Then we'll follow industry practice and split the profits 50-50."

"why?"

"You don't mind, but what if Scott minds? What if he makes things difficult for you somewhere else because of this?" Ryan tried to say it out of consideration for Taylor.

"You've thought it through very carefully. He's just a manager, and there are many people who can replace him. And the best partner he can find is me, it's that simple." Taylor said in the calmest tone.

"You can't refuse what I give you in the future." Taylor hung up the phone.

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"Are you done?" The voice on the other end of the speakerphone came from Dead Rat, and there was even some anxiety in the tone.

He received a call from Ryan a few hours ago and was forced to stay here. If he didn't have the habit of staying up late, he would probably have fallen asleep.

"There's still some gap." Ryan shook his head and responded helplessly.

It was already 3:30 in the morning. He started trying to create a melody as soon as he got home. However, even with the universal sound effect plug-in developed by Dead Mouse, he still couldn't perfectly restore the sound in his mind.

At this moment, Ryan's eyes were bloodshot and his consciousness was a little confused, but he still didn't give up.

"You are such a lunatic!" said the dead mouse helplessly.

In Dead Mouse's opinion, Ryan's behavior can be described as "crazy" and he will not give up until he achieves his goal.

Only a madman like this could write Tremor and Harlem Rock. Silly Mouse thought. He had to admit that Ryan was an absolute genius. Tremor had a simple but effective structure, which officially took electronic music one step closer to pop music. Previously, electronic music did not bother to approach pop music in terms of structure, especially Tiesto, whose acid house music and teahno were typical representatives of anti-pop music, but even he began to imitate Tremor in his new remixes. Harlem Rock perfectly blended trap music elements with electronic music, opening up part of the black market. It can be said that Ryan surpassed DJ Drama's career with just one song.

The scariest thing is, Ryan has only been into electronic music for less than three months!

"You're in a very bad condition. I suggest you go to bed now and try again tomorrow." Dead Mouse tried to comfort Ryan. If Ryan had any health problems, it would not be his loss alone, but the loss of the entire electronic music industry.

"Same result tomorrow." Ryan knew that this had nothing to do with his condition. It was simply because the sound layers in his mind were too rich and difficult to restore from a technical perspective.

"So what I just told you... can it be put on the shelves this week if possible?"

"What's the matter?" Ryan was already a little dizzy.

"Put the sawtooth wave plug-in on FL's software store." Dead Mouse said. As a technical expert, he created a brand new plug-in that can add a sawtooth wave tone to the sound, just like adding a unique filter to a photo. Considering the popularity of TREMOR in Europe and the precious value of this tone, the sales of this plug-in are estimated to be not low. However, this tone was created by Ryan after all, so Ryan's consent is needed.

"I'll take 70 and you'll take 30, right?" Ryan nodded.

"It's seven for me and three for you!" The dead mouse found that he was not at all dizzy once Qian Ruien was involved.

"Then I'll take a step back and go with 64."

"Five-five!" said the dead rat gritting his teeth.

"That's decided first." Ryan nodded. Dead Rat was a technical expert after all, and Ryan knew that he would be able to use him in many ways in the future.

"You should go to bed early. I will contact you again before the plug-in is officially launched." Dead Mouse hung up the phone.

Ryan thought about it and called Joel again. It was already 3:30 in the morning. He called several times and finally woke him up.

About forty minutes later, Joel, wearing pajamas, arrived downstairs at Ryan's house.

"Have you been working on it until now?" Joel yawned and looked at Ryan with messy hair, then realized that this guy had not slept at all.

“I have to fix this sound.” Ryan threw the Red Bull can into the trash.

"What kind of tone is it? Tell me about it." Joel sighed in his heart. No one can succeed easily.

Ryan tried to describe the timbre as best he could.

"Doesn't it sound a bit retro and modern?" Joel said suddenly.

"Correct."

“Is it similar to the sound of an electric piano?”

"Yeah."

Joel shook his head: "Isn't the sound layered?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Ryan nodded repeatedly.

Joel touched his chin and said, "I think I know what synthesizer this sound comes from. Does it come from Roland JP-8000?"

Ryan shook his head. He only knew Roland 808 and Roland 909, which he had heard from Joel before.

"I'm 8000% sure that the sound you're talking about comes from the Roland JP-, but there are very few of these things left in the world. I'll call a few junk guys in the circle to ask for you tomorrow." Joel tried.

Although he had told inappropriate jokes in front of black people and his music production skills were mediocre, he had one advantage that no one could replace - his expertise in hardware.

Dead Mouse specializes in software, and Joel is responsible for hardware, and the two of them can just form Ryan's technical team.

"Ryan, Ryan?!" Joel found that Ryan suddenly lay on the table motionless.

"Shit! Is he dead?" Joel walked over to check Ryan's breath.

Fortunately, he just fell asleep.

Joel moved Ryan to the bed, picked up his headphones, and played the demo Ryan had been working on.

Although the song had not yet found the most suitable tone, Joel only listened to it for a few seconds, took off his headphones as if he had been electrocuted, was stunned for a few seconds, and then carefully put them back on.

"This...this is impossible." Joel thought for a moment that he had opened the wrong file.

Because he clearly heard country music-style instruments. One has to know that cross-border integration of different styles is very difficult, and few people can succeed in doing it. If it is really done, it will inevitably be called a new genre by future generations, and Ryan is the founder of this new genre.

Joel even opened the Daft Punk page and found that no new works were online, otherwise Joel would have thought that Ryan was influenced by Daft Punk's new song.

Joel turned his head and looked at Ryan lying on the bed.

You are making history! Joel grinned. It would be a lie to say he was not envious. Ryan had unknowingly become an artist who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Daft Punk!

But I still... at least I provided some help to Ryan. Without me, this song wouldn't have been produced, and I can be considered a person who goes down in history! Joel consoled himself.

(End of this chapter)