Dan Dymtro asked curiously.
Hearing no answer, he turned his head to look at Taylor Swift.
He saw young Taylor's face flushed red as she carefully held the sheet of paper in her hands, as if cradling a priceless treasure.
Then came a long, piercing scream.
"Ahhhhhhh! Martin! Martin wrote me a song based on my story about Drew! Ahhhhhhh!"
"Oh my God, his talent is simply awe-inspiring! Just within those few minutes, he finished composing a song! Ahhhhhhh!"
"Look at this score, look at these lyrics—it's written for me! Ahhhhhhh!"
"Wait, there's a note on the back of the paper! 'To our future music superstar, Taylor Swift – Martin Meyers.' I knew it! This song really is for me! Ahhhhhhh!"
Dan Dymtro's ears buzzed from her shrieking, but his curiosity only grew stronger.
"Taylor, stop screaming and let me take a look, will you?"
"Alright, Uncle Dymtro. Wait—do you have sweaty hands? Don't smudge the paper. I plan to keep it as a collectible."
"My hands are clean—no sweat, no stains," Dan assured her.
"Show me your hands first," Taylor insisted.
Dan Dymtro sighed and held out his hands.
After carefully inspecting his hands and ensuring they were clean, Taylor cautiously handed over the sheet of paper.
By now, Dan's curiosity had reached its peak.
Taking the sheet, he began reading, occasionally humming along to the melody.
Moments later, his expression grew serious. "Oh my God. This is a great song, an absolutely fantastic song. Are you sure Martin gave this to you? No mistake?"
"Of course not! Didn't you see the note on the back?" Taylor proudly lifted her chin.
Dan flipped the sheet over and saw Martin's note. Still, he couldn't help but say, "I think we should wait until the signing event is over and have Martin draft a formal gift contract. You need to understand—if this song becomes a hit, it could bring significant fame and fortune. If he ever changes his mind—"
"Hey, Uncle Dymtro, what are you saying? I'm going to get mad. Martin isn't that kind of person. Don't speak about him like that. Besides—Martin's wealth is something you know well. He's one of the top ten richest people in North America. Why would he care about a little money from one song?"
Taylor's serious tone and her puffed-up cheeks made her look both indignant and adorable, though it was clear she was genuinely upset.
"Alright, alright, my mistake! Uncle Dymtro apologizes."
Dan raised his hands in surrender.
Taylor's words brought him back to reality. Martin wasn't just a typical songwriter—he was a top-tier billionaire.
The earnings from a hit song might be tempting to others, but for Martin, it was peanuts.
Besides, the note and signature on the back of the paper already held legal validity as proof of the gift.
Taylor, satisfied with Dan's apology, said with a huff, "Fine, I forgive you. Let's go home. I want to learn this song right away."
"Alright, let's go." Dan started the car and smiled. "By the way, on the way back, you can tell me how Martin came up with this song. What kind of story did you tell him?"
"No problem, Uncle Dymtro! Do you know Drew? The tall, skinny, blond boy with blue eyes? I used to..."
As Taylor recounted her story, Dan was utterly stunned.
In just the few minutes Taylor had been talking, Martin had managed to write a complete song!
No—excluding the time spent writing, the actual time he took to conceptualize it was even shorter.
Simply mind-blowing. No wonder Martin was hailed as a genius, overflowing with talent!
For Dan, this was his first direct experience of Martin's brilliance.
Of course, what Taylor didn't know was that Martin hadn't exactly composed this song on the spot—it was a song Taylor herself would write three years later based on her own experience. Martin had simply "transcribed" it.
If Martin had been tasked with creating an original song from Taylor's story, he likely could have done it as well—but certainly not as quickly as this!
This song eventually became Taylor Swift's first to enter the Billboard Hot 100's Top 20, peaking at No. 13.
In 2007, it ranked No. 89 on the year-end chart, and in 2008, it climbed to No. 48.
On the Country chart, it peaked at No. 2, while on the Pop chart, it reached as high as No. 11.
This classic country song laid the foundation for Taylor Swift's rise as a young queen in the music world.
After the release of his new books, Martin flew back to Queensland once more.
His women were still enjoying their vacation on the farm.
January was summer in Australia—the most beautiful time on the farm.
But Martin couldn't seem to escape his busy life.
Within just a couple of days, he received phone calls from Natalie Portman and George Lucas.
Natalie informed him that she was in Sydney filming—specifically, George Lucas' Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.
Meanwhile, George Lucas wanted Martin to make a cameo in the film as an unmasked Sith Lord, to appear as an Easter egg in the post-credits scene.
The Star Wars set was located on a plot of land in the suburbs of Sydney, buzzing with hundreds of crew members coming and going daily.
When Martin arrived, they were filming Natalie's scenes.
Padmé Amidala, the Queen of Naboo in the Star Wars series, was said to be inspired by Hawaii's last reigning monarch.
Seeing Natalie in her regal golden gown, reciting her lines with a solemn expression, Martin couldn't help but find the sight amusing. He couldn't resist comparing her austere demeanor on set with her playful nature in private, and the contrast was striking.
"What are you laughing at? Mocking my acting?"
"Of course not! I'm just dazzled by Her Majesty the Queen's beauty!"
When Natalie approached him after finishing her scene, she caught Martin still smiling and couldn't help but playfully scold him.
Martin immediately offered her his best compliments.
George Lucas, who had walked over, noticed the exchange and couldn't help but cast a suspicious glance at them. Surely, they weren't...
Then again, in Hollywood, such things were common enough, and Lucas had no desire to meddle.
Since turning sixteen, Martin had become less overly cautious when interacting with his women in public, adopting a more relaxed demeanor.
"Martin, I'm glad you're here. I thought you were doing me a favor by coming. But now it seems you're really here for our Queen Amidala."
Lucas even winked at Martin as he spoke.
Natalie's face flushed red.
Martin, on the other hand, simply laughed it off. With his thick skin, he remained unfazed.