American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 47 An irresistible condition

Facing her "Party A", Terry happily invited her in for dinner.

As soon as he sat down, Taylor took a bite of Sarah.

"This ranch dressing tastes really good. Did you buy it? I'll ask my mom to buy some later." Taylor said to himself.

"You can't buy this sauce. Ryan made it himself." Terry explained with a smile.

Southern rural housewives would make an "all-purpose dipping sauce" at home. Since each housewife's recipe was different, this type of sauce was collectively called "ranch sauce."

"You have this ability?" Taylor was quite surprised. He turned to Ryan and got to know him better.

"It's onions. I added onion powder." Ryan shrugged. He didn't look gloomy when he saw Taylor. He was not that petty. Of course, he wouldn't say too much to Taylor.

"What's the matter with you coming here so late?" Terry asked at this time.

Taylor was eating roast chicken, with grease on the corners of his mouth: "Actually, I want to discuss the script of "Love Story" with you."

There are still two months before the MV shooting. Coming together in the middle of the night to discuss the script is obviously an untenable reason, but if Taylor really said that, Trey couldn't say anything.

"No problem." Terry nodded.

Ryan couldn't say anything for Terry's sake. He got up and went to the study, turned on the computer, and was shocked to find that "Scooter" was still sending him messages, saying that he had arrived in Nashville and only wanted to meet Ryan.

Ryan closed the chat box directly.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Ryan didn't respond. Terry never knocked on the door, so the person knocking could only be someone else.

After a while, the door was slightly opened and a head with a ramen head poked in.

"Come in." Ryan shook his head. Taylor had followed him here, and he had to talk to her.

Taylor closed the door and before Ryan could start talking, she took the initiative.

"Ryan, I know you may not want to see me, but I have two very important things to tell you." Taylor sat directly on the sofa opposite the desk. Since she was wearing a skirt, she hugged a pillow to avoid exposing herself. She kept her legs together and leaned to one side, a standard sitting posture.

"First, the record company that's best for you will always be Big Machine. Big Machine is a sub-label of Republic Records, which was spun off from Motown Records two years ago. It's now a first-tier record company under Universal along with Interscope and Island Def Jam. Scott has already guaranteed that you can enjoy the same creative freedom as I do."

Ryan shook his head. He had considered Big Machine a long time ago, but Scott would not budge on the contract time.

"What's the second thing?" Ryan skipped the topic.

"I want to thank you. After that call, I thought about it for a long time. You gave me inspiration..." She spoke slowly, looking straight at Ryan, and then seemed to have made up her mind: "I decided that from now on, I will focus more on the song itself!"

Seeing Ryan didn't react, Taylor took a deep breath and said, "One last thing."

We had agreed on two things, but suddenly one more thing was added.

"You asked me if I did this intentionally. My answer is no. I didn't have a clear plan. It was just because I met you that day."

In other words, if Trey had brought someone else, none of this would have happened.

Ryan just nodded.

"As for the two of us, we're still friends, right?" Taylor probed.

"No problem." Ryan said.

"Ok." Taylor laughed. "Since we are still friends, you can't block me anymore."

Ryan laughed and had to do as he was told. "Don't hesitate to call me if you have any questions in the future. After all, we are both artists now. Also, do you really not need a social media operator?" Taylor mentioned this matter again.

"Not for now." Ryan refused again.

"Then...what about the opportunity to be a guest on a local radio station in Nashville?" Taylor asked again. She knew very well what Ryan needed.

Ryan didn't refuse.

Taylor nodded and made a note of it.

Coming out of Ryan's house, Taylor walked towards his car while humming a little tune.

"Is there a man in this world that I can't pursue? No!" She was in a particularly good mood. After starting the car, she turned up the volume of the stereo to the maximum. When she turned onto the road, she almost rushed onto the opposite sidewalk. Fortunately, she adjusted the posture of the car in time.

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Ryan returned to the study and browsed the Harlem Shake videos on YouTube. In just a few days since the last observation, there were hundreds of new imitation versions. With the participation of Taylor Swift and Michael Lee, some small-time artists also followed suit and filmed Harlem Shake videos in their own recording studios. There are many such small artists in the United States, and like Ryan, these people are also troubled by how to expose themselves.

This time Ryan is not following the trend, but creating it. As these videos are played, they will generate new income for Ryan.

When Ryan opened the YouTube backstage and saw the nearly six-digit withdrawal limit, he was so excited that he let out a baboon cry.

The only drawback is that there are still some counterfeit works on platforms such as iTunes. Trey’s lawyer has been very active in recent days and has cleaned up a batch of them, but new ones keep popping up.

After signing with Atlantic Records, Ryan thought, they would quickly help him get rid of these counterfeits, right?

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The next morning, Ryan went downstairs and saw Terry stuffing bread into her mouth while talking on the phone.

Ryan came to the kitchen, took out a box of "Fruit Loops" cereal from the cupboard, poured it into a bowl, then poured milk on it to soften it, and finally walked out holding the bowl.

"Strange, Scott called me early in the morning and asked if I was at home. What does that mean?" Terry put down her phone and looked confused.

The Scott she was talking about was Scott Porchetta, the owner of Big Machine.

"Don't you want to ask you out?" Ryan teased, leaning against the table.

"I just met his wife last month." Terry glanced at Ryan and said disdainfully.

About an hour later, Ryan found out why the boss of Big Machine Records called Trae.

"It's nice to see you again, Ryan."

Scooter, who was the same height as Taylor, stood at the door, took off his baseball cap and greeted Ryan.

"I know it's very impolite of me to come here uninvited, but I have absolutely no ill intentions. As for why I found your address, Ryan, it's thanks to Scott. I've met him several times in Los Angeles. He founded a sub-label of Republic Records, and coincidentally, I founded another sub-label of Republic Records." He explained.

"Please allow me to introduce myself again. I used to be the executive director of So So Def Records. I hosted the NBA All-Star Game and post-party for stars like Britney, Eminem, and Ludacris. Later, I founded my own record company and am also a manager. Before you sign with other record companies, you might as well listen to the conditions I can offer you. If you are not interested, I will leave immediately and from now on, I will never waste even a second on you. My time is more valuable than yours." He laughed.

"Now, can I come in?" asked Scout, who was still standing at the door.

Ryan and Terry looked at each other and finally let him in.

The first ten minutes of communication between Ryan and Scooter were uneventful, with Scooter simply repeating what Atlantic Records had said.

As if seeing that Ryan was not interested, Scooter smiled and said, "I will also make you an offer you can't refuse."

"My record company can sign a short-term contract with you for at least one EP in a year!"

(End of this chapter)