Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Chapter 219: MTV Awards

Chapter 219: MTV Awards

The sea breeze blew in through the open car window.

Taylor leaned on the passenger seat, her cheeks flushed charmingly, her golden hair messily plastered on her face, exhaling a faint smell of alcohol, her blue eyes bright under the moonlight.

"Feeling sick? You’re not 21 yet, you shouldn’t drink so much in the future."

Link touched her forehead and said.

Taylor glanced at him sideways and pushed his hand away, "First of all, Mr. Link Baker, you are my boyfriend, not my parents. Even if you were my parents, you couldn’t control my drinking."

"And secondly?"

Link chuckled.

"Isn’t the first reason enough?" Taylor snorted, paused to think, then added, "Secondly, I’m only a few months shy of 21, the police wouldn’t bother me, why should you?"

"What about lastly? There’s a first and a second, so there must be a last; they’re like three brothers, separating them would be a logical mistake."

Thump!

Taylor swung her fist at him, "You are so annoying. A first and a second are enough; there is no last, and you better not ask anymore."

"OK!"

Link shrugged.

Taylor leaned back in the seat, her hand propping up her cheek, quiet for a while, then suddenly said, "Lastly, Kerry flew from Nashville to Los Angeles and invited me for drinks. It would have been rude of me to decline. It was social, not something I could refuse."

"I see. So, how did you end up running into Miley and Kesha when you were hanging out with Kerry?"

"Hehe, you want to ask about John, don’t you?"

Taylor tilted her head and mocked him, "Jealous man, you get all paranoid seeing me drink with other guys. Can’t you, a world boxing champion, be a little more magnanimous and confident?"

"Instinct. To attack any male that dares to encroach on his territory is every lion’s instinct,"

Link said nonchalantly with a smile.

"Hmph, I’m no lioness of your territory."

Taylor waved her hand-paw, telling him that she had a date with Kerry first, and bumped into Miley and Kesha along the way, both of whom were also going out for drinks.

The four of them ended up going to a bar to dance. Later, John Mayer called her to talk about music, and he joined them as well.

"Why would John Mayer want to talk music with you? He’s into pop rock, and you’re country, not the same genre at all. My debut album was pop, the second was pop and rock. If he wanted to talk music, he should have come to me."

Link said.

Taylor rolled her eyes, "He wrote a new song and needed a talented female vocalist to collaborate with. He thought I was the most suitable."

"Impossible! You are a beauty with talent, but your vocal skills aren’t even in the top ten among female singers; don’t deny it, that’s a fact. If he needed a powerful female vocalist, people like Katy, Joanne, or P!nk would be suitable. He chose you because you are young, beautiful, your albums sell well, and you’re popular."

"Hmph, I don’t want to talk to you anymore."

Taylor crossed her arms and turned her head to look out the window.

As both stayed silent, the car was filled with some quietness, only the sound of the sea breeze could be heard howling outside the window, causing Taylor’s hair to flutter messily.

Concerned that the evening breeze was too cold for Taylor’s health, he rolled up the car windows from the driver’s side, earning an eye roll from Taylor followed by a punch that stemmed from her irritation.

Wuu wuu wuu!

A siren sounded from behind, a Los Angeles PC patrol car approaching.

"Look, it’s a police car."

Taylor pointed out the window and said.

"Is it strange?"

"Not strange, so how about we do something exciting?"

Taylor said as she leaned in, grasped his face, and kissed him, her lips soft and wet with a hint of alcohol, like jelly soaked in whiskey.

Caught off guard, Link swerved the car slightly on the highway, continuing to kiss Taylor while he slowly pulled over to the roadside.

"Stop it! This is dangerous!"

Link pushed Taylor’s shoulders, pinned her to the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt.

Taylor covered her mouth and laughed uproariously, like a drunken maniac.

Wuu wuu wuu!

Before he could restart the car, the police vehicle approached from the rear side, and an officer stepped out. Link rolled down the window and heard the officer ask, "Good evening, sir, I saw you braking suddenly. Is there a problem with your car?"

"Good evening, officer; no problem, just a slight mishap in handling."

Link explained.

"Mr. Link Baker? Hello, Mr. Baker, I smell alcohol. Have you been drinking?"

The officer also recognized him.

"Yes, we’ve just come from a bar in Venice,"

Taylor laughed.

Link shook his head and told the officer, "I only had a third of a can of Bud Light; my senses are very clear and I’m not drunk."

"Mr. Baker, for your safety, would you please step out for a test?"

The officer asked politely.

Link had to comply, got out of the car, and followed the officer’s instructions to walk a straight line on the roadside.

Taylor took photos with her phone, laughing loudly as she snapped.

Once it was confirmed that he was not drunk, the officer asked for his autograph and then drove away.

After getting back into the car, Taylor was still laughing incessantly.

Link pinched her nose and drove off swiftly back to the villa in Santa Monica Bay, not giving Taylor a chance to escape. He carried her over his shoulder, went into the bedroom, closed the door, and gave her a fierce lesson.

The next day in Los Angeles was still beautifully clear, with temperatures already above 15° C in the morning and promising to exceed 35° in the afternoon.

It was expected that today, Santa Monica and surrounding beaches would see even more visitors.

In the morning, dressed in sports gear and carrying 10 pounds of weight, Link ran along the breezy, lush bay road, heading south to the breakwater pier, covering a total distance of more than 18 kilometers.

Santa Monica Pier is one of the famous attractions at Santa Monica Beach.

A guitar-shaped pier extends west into the Pacific Ocean, dotted with numerous yachts. He planned to have his yacht from Miami transported here, but considering he didn’t have much time for sea outings, he eventually decided against it.

On his way back, he picked up some of Taylor’s favorite breakfast from a roadside Mexican restaurant and an Italian restaurant and brought them back to the villa.

Taylor was still not up and had locked herself in the bedroom, telling him that she was inspired to write songs and would not leave the room all day, asking him not to disturb her.

Link complied with her request, simply leaving the breakfast at the door and took Olivia and Meridian downstairs for breakfast, telling them not to act like their "little master": crazy, neurotic, cave dwellers who in the past would have been witches of the Magic Forest.

After he and the two kittens had eaten and were lining up to stroll on the lawn, Mandy called, asking if he had been driving under the influence last night?

Link was surprised and asked if she had read about it in the newspaper?

Mandy said no, it was a photo Taylor sent to her, showing him walking a straight line on the highway in front of a police officer.

Link sighed and explained.

Mandy found it amusing and then started talking to him about the MTV Music Video Awards.

MTV is the largest global music television network, a channel dedicated to playing song MVs, mainly featuring pop, hip-hop, rock, and other types of music videos, as well as some music-related shows and events.

The role of the MTV music channel is similar to a platform promoting music products.

By presenting the packaged image of singers and bands, they seek to enhance the social visibility of the artists and thereby gain business profit, similar in nature to music videos produced like television commercials.

Following the release of a new album, Link and Taylor also filmed several MVs that aired on MTV to promote their new songs and increase their own recognition.

As MTV broadcasts a large number of MVs each year, since 1984, MTV started awarding the best music videos and artists annually, known as the MTV Music Video Awards.

It’s one of the most prestigious awards in the American music scene, along with the Grammy Awards and American Music Awards.

The MTV Music Video Awards begin eligibility reviews on July 1 each year, and the awards are presented from late August to mid-September.

Nominations and winners are determined by a voting committee and public vote.

The awards include categories such as Video of the Year, Best Male Video, Best Female Video, Best Pop Video, Best Hip-Hop Video, Best Rock Video, Best Lyric Video, Best New Artist, and so on.

This year, Link received two nominations, Best Male Video and Best New Artist, for his works "Unstoppable" and the remix version of "Despacito."

Last year, Taylor received a nomination for Best New Artist, and this year she was nominated for Best Female Video.

This edition’s most nominated artists were Beyoncé and Lady Gaga, each receiving nine nominations.

Britney Spears received six nominations.

Kanye West, Eminem, and Coldplay each received four nominations.

Green Day Band received three nominations.

Katy Perry, Jay-Z, T.I., Lil Wayne, Rihanna, and others also received nominations.

Looking at the historical winners, the MTV Music Video Awards tend to favor hip-hop music, and black artists often win the most awards each year.

Given the strong competition, Link’s chances of winning are not high.

Taylor was likely to win an award, but influenced by him, whether she will still receive it and whether the incident of Kanye interrupting her speech will occur, remains uncertain.

Everything is still undecided before the MTV awards ceremony.

Link and Mandy talked for a while, discussing the plans and outfits for the day of the award ceremony.

After hanging up the phone, he continued walking the kitten.

Olly and Meridian were just over a year old, with short legs, moving slowly when they walked, especially Olly, who paid great attention to her posture. She stepped carefully, avoiding grass tips and stones, like a little noble lady, always lagging behind.

Beep beep!

Two honks came from the main driveway of the villa; Link walked over with the two kittens as a black Mercedes sedan slowly came to a stop, and Mrs. Andrea got out holding her bag.

"Link, how could you drive after drinking? Drunk driving is too dangerous, be more careful next time."

Andrea criticized.

Link was speechless. Taylor might have mass-sent the photo of him walking in a straight line, trying to get everyone to see him get embarrassed as revenge for his actions last night.

"Anne, you know, I can’t hold my liquor at all; I’m done after just one drink. I wouldn’t dare to drink, here’s what happened."

To reassure Andrea, Link explained last night’s incident.

When Andrea heard that Taylor had gone on a drunken frenzy, intentionally causing trouble while he was driving, she stormed angrily into the villa.

"Anne, Taylor locked the door from the inside; the keys are on the counter."

Link shouted.

A few minutes later, he walked into the living room holding the two kittens, and saw Taylor, frowning and rubbing her arms as she came down the stairs, dressed in a white spaghetti strap dress, her long hair in disarray over her shoulders, showing several palm marks on her delicate, slender arms.

Mrs. Andrea followed her, scolding as she walked: "How could you mess around while driving? What if there had been an accident? You’re over twenty, an adult, can’t you stop the reckless behavior?"

"I know, I was drunk at the time, it wasn’t intentional."

Taylor, seeing him enjoying the scene downstairs, narrowed her blue, fox-like eyes, sending him a dangerous signal with a cold snort, lifted her head, chest out, and bumped past him toward the dressing room to change.

"Link, Taylor can be a bit capricious; if she acts up again, feel free to scold her, or even hit her a few times, I’ll back you up,"

Mrs. Andrea said.

"Got it, Anne, I will,"

Link chuckled.

"Link, if you dare to do that, you’re dead, I swear!"

Taylor shouted from the dressing room.

"Quiet! Hurry up and change your clothes and make up, I still have to design a new dress for you."

Mrs. Andrea yelled as she entered the dressing room.

"Why is Link still petting the cat?"

"I’m a guy, a black suit is good enough for 99% of events."

Link chuckled.

"No! You must wear a new dress too, or I won’t walk the red carpet with you."

"Stop yelling, just change your clothes."

Mrs. Andrea urged.

Link smiled lightly, cuddling the two kittens to watch TV.