Invisible String

3

Natalie's POV

"Alrighty lets start team." I shout as I clap my hands and sit down.

We're filming the music video for Shake It Off. Well Taylor is, not me, although I could because I'm also a filmmaker and I have worked with many artists, but when it comes to Taylor I don't want to be it. I feel like I'd mess it all up and then BOOM I'm screwed.

I'm already enough of a disappointment. Cheers.

I always politely decline when she asks me. She insists and insists every time, maybe one day. Just not today.

"Alright everyone, set. Ballerinas you're on. Taylor as discussed do your worst." Mark says and I laugh.

"Oh she's definitely bad at it." I say.

I look up and see Taylor glaring at me, my eyes widen at her glaring at me.

"Get to work." Taylor says.

"Yes ma'am."

I grab my computer as I hear the song starting and log into Twitter.

"Gosh I love this song." I whisper to myself.

I scroll through Twitter and I see some tweets from fans. Some are nice, some are way creepy well not creepy but they creep me out. I'm a very uhh 'I get creeped out about everything that doesn't make sense to me' type of person.

I'm weird.

'Go fund me link in my bio'

I scroll through the persons page and I see the go fund me link. I click on it and I smile softly.

"Yeah you're getting everything paid for by us." I whisper.

Well by Taylor.

Some just hit home.

I click on an email of theirs to send them a message that it's us and we'd like to take care of any bills of theirs as well as food and rent if they need it.

I scroll past some more and I see another fan asking for some money for rent.

"You get seven thousand dollars, dinner is on us." I whisper as I type out the message.

Will the media ever know we do this? Absolutely not and we don't do it for them, we- well she does it for her fans.

Stay humble.

"Nat, how do I look?"

I look up and see Taylor in a weird wardrobe. I furrow my eyebrows as I shake my head.

"Bleach hair? Love it but not the bangs." I say and she gives me a thumbs up.

"Noted. How are things there?" Tay asks.

"It's going." I say with a smile.

'Love you' she mouths and I grin as I mouth back 'love you too' at her.

I continue to scroll through Twitter and I see Selena had posted something. I grabbed my phone and quickly liked the post and commented 'queen' on her post.

I scroll on my computer as I find more fans that are asking for help.

Help with college?

"Here's fifty thousand dollars." I mumble as I type on my computer.

I'd do this too if I had the amount of money Tay has. But alas I don't.

"Hey, you okay?"

I look and see Taylor standing in front of me in another odd wardrobe.

"All good here, don't know about that though." I say motioning to her outfit with my hands.

"I think it looks great I don't know what you're talking about." Taylor says and I snort.

"Yeah, no." I say shaking my head.

"I have to get back now, so behave."

"I always behave." I pout.

"I love you." Taylor whispers.

Taylor cups my face as she kisses my forehead.

"I love you too." I whisper back as we do our handshake.

I let out a groan as my stomach grumbles. I look behind me and I see a table filled with some snacks.

"I spy some blueberries. Nice."

I get up from my chair as I head over to the table that's filled with snacks. As I grab a cookie someone's calling out my name.

"Natalie!"

I turn around to see Mark yelling for me.

Damn it. I'm hungry.

"How can I help?" I ask as I munch on my cookie.

"The fans will be here soon, would you like to be a part of the music video?" Mark asks and my eyes widen.

"Oh no no no. I-I c-c-can't. I-I just no. I'll just sit and watch." I say with a nod. "I like keeping my distance."

"Okay if that's what you want." Mark says as he pats my back and walks away.

About half an hour later the fans start going up to the stage. I smile as they get excited to meet Taylor. That was me when I met her at the audition.

"Action!" Mark yells.

The song starts for the billionth time, the fans start dancing along with Taylor. Even I start moving along with them.

I'm way too awkward for this or anything at all.

I grab my phone as I look at the score 3-2 let's go girls! One thing that keeps me sane and normal is women's soccer.

The U.S. women's national soccer team are all absolutely insanely talented and good at what they do. The men could never. Always losing left and right, up and down.

"Nat. It's Andrea." Tree whispers.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't panic, she's okay. She's just a little light headed. She's back in the makeup room." Tree says and I let out a lengthy sigh.

"Have you called Scott?" I ask.

"He's with Austin at the hotel. They're on their way." Tree whispers.

I look at Tree and back up at Tay who's dancing with her fans.

"Don't tell her in the middle of this music video, I'll go. We're taking her to the hospital if it's bad."

Tree nods as she motions me to go to the room.

I walk into the make up room and see Andrea.

"Hey mama Swift. What's going?" I ask as I sit next to her.

"Oh sweetie, it's nothing. It's not much of importance. Slight headache that's it." Andrea says with a smile.

"It gets worse you tell me and we take you straight to the hospital okay?" I say.

"You got it."