Invisible String

5

Natalie's POV

"We're on in five." Clark says and I nod.

"Alright everyone, this is the first show of the tour. Get pumped, we're going to rock this show and tour!"

"I don't think that's how speeches go Tay, still working on it?" I ask.

"Oh yeah." She says and we all laugh.

"Band on stage." Laura says.

"Good luck out there." I say.

"Don't trip." Taylor says and I roll my eyes.

"It was once and during rehearsal." I say and she laughs.

Rude.

We all head up to the stage, I look over to my guitar and sigh. I miss it. I walk over to the drum set and I take one last deep breath.

"Your IEM working?" Frank asks me.

"Yup." I say giving him a thumbs up.

"Taylor on stage. Bad Blood in One. Two. Three. Four." My IEM announces.

'Cause baby now we got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look at what you've done
'Cause baby now we got bad blood (hey!)
Now we got problems
And I don't think we can solve them
You made a really deep cut
And baby now we got bad blood (hey!)

"Ooh vocals are on point." I mumble to myself as I continue to play.

Did you have to do this?
I was thinking that you could be trusted
Did you have to ruin what was shiny?
Now it's all rusted
Did you have to hit me where I'm weak?
Baby, I couldn't breathe
And rub it in so deep
Salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me

Oh, it's so sad to
Think about the good times
You and I

"Chorus. Two. Three. Four."

I lift my drum sticks up in the air as I jam out to the song.

"Cause baby now we got bad blood." I sing to myself as Taylor sings. "You know it used to be mad love. Yes it was. Yes it was Tay."

"Two. Three. Four."

"Oh yeah only two and a half more hours of this!" I yell.

"Nat when you can, give me a sign if everything is okay with your IEM." Frank says.

Once one of my hands is free I put my hand low enough where fans can't see me and I give a thumbs up.

- - - -

"Ending. Two. Three. Four."

I quickly get up from my seat as one of the guys passes me my guitar. I put it over me and walk over to where Taylor will be.

"Style. Two. Three. Four." My IEM announces.

"Out of style!" I sing yell along with the band.

"Three. Fo-"

Oh fuck. My IEM is broken or something. I sigh as I have to take it off unless the frequency will kill my ears. My eyes widen as I embrace myself for the loud screaming and nonsense. I close my eyes as my IEM stops working.

My eyes open so fast as I hear the fans scream and yell.

Holy shit my ears.

I walk towards the back as I give the backstage people a sign for them to fix my IEM. I continue to play as one of the crew members come over to me and tries to fix my IEM.