She's been in the studio a lot this month. She scrolled endlessly through her voice memos, humming melodies and wordless tunes. She aimlessly stringed the guitar and played the piano, danced around the empty room and stuffed herself with chicken tenders. She went through her notes of ideas and words, searching for an inspiration. But nothing she came up with had the potential to be finalized into a song.
Maybe because you're still thinking about him, and not the fact that your world is falling apart.
She hated her inner voice, 'cause the voice was right.
As if on cue, as if some unknown diety had answered her wishes, as if cupid was right next to her, watching her inner pandemonium – her phone flashed with a text.
A text from Joe.
YOU ARE READING
Golden
أدب الهواةAll she wants is to have somewhat of a peaceful life but that's wishful thinking when you're a ten-time Grammy award winner. Taylor Swift's already drama-filled life gets more complicated as she searches for a way to get rid of her boyfriend of one...
