American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 65: Pure and Immaculate
In the early morning, a business jet landed at a private airport in New York State.

There were only two people who got off the Hawker Beechcraft, one tall and one short, they were Ryan and Joel.

Joel was very excited during the entire flight and was filming everywhere with his mobile phone.

He remembered the embarrassing scene when he went to New York with Ryan last time. He didn't expect that in less than two months, he would be on a commercial jet with Ryan.

The two people carrying simple luggage saw an MPV nanny car that had been waiting for a long time at the exit.

"You two, I'm your driver and guide this time, responsible for entertaining you two at this year's White Party." He took the initiative to help Ryan and Joel with their luggage.

It is worth mentioning that this person was wearing a pure white suit, which coincided with the name of the “White Party”.

Strictly speaking, Ryan was not even a guest but a performer, yet he was received by a business jet and a special car. All signs indicate that the entire party could be called "luxurious."

In the car, Ryan sent a message, made a phone call, and then checked into a boutique hotel in the Hamptons on Long Island. Although the hotel was not large, the decoration was very exquisite, and the hotel lobby added a lot of white decorations to cater to the party.

"Did you hear that? There's an indoor swimming pool and a spa downstairs from the suite..." Joel whispered as he entered the elevator.

Not long after I put down my luggage, the phone in the guest room rang.

"Sir, there is a lady here who calls herself Irina and she wants to visit you."

"Let her come up, and don't put her name on the visitor list."

"Ok."

Soon, Elena knocked on the door and came in. Ryan was left with only a pair of underwear.

She took the initiative to hug Ryan, a smile on her face: "You are quite anxious, you even took off your clothes."

"Don't joke, I just want to take a shower." Ryan shook his head. He was tired from the long journey and wanted to relax.

Elena put down her handbag. She was dressed casually and without any makeup. She probably got up from her bed at home as soon as she received Ryan's call.

Then she gently pushed Ryan into the bathroom. Ryan did not refuse and enjoyed her service in the bathtub, but her technique was very clumsy.

The subsequent SPA session was the same, the form was more important than the effect. Just when Elena was about to start pinching the dragon's tendons, Ryan suddenly turned over and asked her purpose of contacting him.

"I just miss you. Don't you like me?" Elena squatted down with her face very close to Ryan.

"I don't like it." Ryan denied.

"You're so boring, but I will try my best to make you like me." Elena took the initiative to kiss Ryan.

Ryan ducked out of the way.

"If you do this again, I'll call the police," Ryan said in a joking tone.

"You've reported it, it's better to let all the media know... Um, no, I mean..." Elena whispered, then she realized that she had said the wrong thing and quickly changed her words.

"I'll give you one last chance." Ryan said slowly.

Faced with Ryan's scrutinizing eyes, Elena finally told the truth honestly.

"It was Faith who asked me to come. She said you like me and I should take the initiative. She also said you are rather lustful and I should cater to your taste. I only have one music video and nothing else, so I just...want to catch you."

It turned out to be Faith. Ryan felt relieved. She was now Elena's agent, so she gave Elena some advice for the sake of benefit.

On the surface, Ryan still looked scrutinizing: "Did you tell her everything that happened before?"

"I... told her some things, just some of them, which she guessed. She also said that she knew you very well." Elena pouted. "From now on, don't tell anyone about what happened between you and me, including your parents. Do you understand?" Ryan said in a warning tone.

"Got it." Elena nodded.

Ryan lay down and signaled with his eyes that it was time to work.

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Ryan didn't wake up until the next afternoon, and before going to bed, he and Elena tossed and turned until the sun rose.

Ryan called Scooter immediately, and the other party said that the party would officially start tomorrow afternoon, and the equipment debugging needed to be completed at the party site today.

Ryan handed the glorious task to Joel, and of course he continued to have fun with Elena.

In the blink of an eye, it was night again.

The two took another shower together, during which Elena mentioned the white party.

"Can you take me with you? You're the guest, you can invite a female companion." Elena swam over in the bathtub, put her face against Ryan's chest, and pleaded.

"I'm just a resident DJ, I'm not qualified to bring a female companion." Ryan looked up while taking a bath. Of course he wouldn't agree. If Taylor saw the photos of the scene, he would make a scene.

"Is this party important?" Ryan then asked.

"It's a grand event for the music industry. P. Diddy has been hosting this party since 1998," Irina said casually.

Diddy? Ryan was shocked. That wasn't what Scooter had told him.

It shouldn't be a problem in a public place, right? After all, there are so many media around, and it's daytime, so at worst I can just leave early, Ryan thought.

Then Irina explained to Ryan that the White Party was a grand event. The epic fakenews media BBC called it "a gorgeous event that broke down generational and racial barriers and brought together East Hampton's old money elite and hip-hop stars." Everyone who participated in the party had to wear pure white clothes. This was Puff Dad's idea. He said that this would strip people's image and return to a kind of primitive simplicity. The first time the guest list was held, there were more than a thousand people. Last year's party cost more than 300 million.

Ryan felt that Scooter was very similar to P. Diddy. Both of them started out by hosting parties in college, entered this circle through hosting parties, and were appreciated by some bigwigs. They founded their own record companies at a young age.

After her shower, Ryan watched her swallow the emergency pill.

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East Hampton is located at the easternmost end of Long Island. It has a pleasant climate, quiet and beautiful scenery. As the back garden of New York, it has gradually become a "playground for the rich" since World War II. Now many big figures live here, such as the Clintons, director Spielberg...

When Sean Combs hosted his first White Party at his East Hampton home in 1998, local residents viewed it as an intrusion until Combs sent limousines to ferry neighbors to the party and treated them to meals at expensive restaurants to reduce noise complaints.

With the breeze blowing on his face and the soothing rhythm of electronic music playing in his ears, Ryan saw that a white support had been set up around the swimming pool not far away, with a flawless white curtain hanging down, and several girls in white bikinis were swinging on the swing above the swimming pool...

Everything seemed like a scene from Greek mythology. Everyone as far as the eye could see was dressed in white. At least judging from the layout of the scene and the attire, there was a kind of beauty that cleansed the soul.

"Hi, you must be Rui." A blonde woman in a white jumpsuit came over and greeted Ryan.

She was not short, and when she put on high heels, she was almost as tall as Ryan.

She stood in front of the DJ booth with one hand on her waist, which seemed to be a styling move. The guests attending the party were all wearing relatively loose clothes, but her white jumpsuit not only showed off her figure, but was also covered with a semi-transparent mesh pattern. From this dress, we can see how careful this woman is.

Her blonde hair was tied up with a white headband, and her unique and avant-garde sunglasses were pushed up to her forehead. Her thick foundation and pink lipstick could be seen, and her voice had a baby-like "sweetness", commonly known as a "death clip".

"I'm a huge fan of yours. I bought a thousand copies of your songs on iTunes! The first time I heard your song, I knew you would become famous." She shook her head and sighed.

As a socialite, she has attended many parties and naturally heard Ryan's songs.

"I'm Paris Hilton." When she shook hands with Ryan, she took the initiative to scratch Ryan's palm twice with her fingers.

(End of this chapter)