Songs to Stories: Taylor Swift

Speak Now

"I, am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging into a white-veil occasion."

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It was almost there. The Wedding. A huge event. The marriage of Stephen Jones and Joanna Georgio. Their part of the rich part of town and they don't have a budget. They will be getting married in a church in town, their local church that isn't so local to what they like to call the poor people. We don't live in poverty, but we don't have as much money as them. Tomorrow I'm planning something big.

It was the Summer of 2007 and the famous Stephen Jones went to a party, down my side of town. Apparently, he was invited by some kids from his school, that were there on scholarships. Stephen was wearing a striped shirt and a dark blue tie with his blonde hair slicked back and skin coloured pants. He walked in and stood out. We all knew who he was. My friend went up to him and introduced herself. He said he felt like a clown because he was wearing such sophisticated clothes. We helped him. Luckily the girl who was hosting the party had a younger brother that Stephen fit into his clothes. While we fixed him up, I started to talk to him and he was telling me about his life in the rich part of town. I specifically remember him saying "They control your whole life, they even tell you who you will marry!" I tousled his hair, to make him looked more laid back, and he thanked me. Later in the week, he came to my school and bought me flowers. And that was the start of something beautiful. We dated for years until his mum broke us up and separated us. We were banned from seeing each other and ripped apart. And now, only a few months later, he was set up and is getting married.

I have planned something extravagant. The wedding starts at 12.00 and it was 9.00. I have made a schedule.

9.30 - Wake Up.

8.00 - Breakfast & TV time.

9.00 - Get dressed and head out to get an outfit from dry-cleaners.

10.00 - Shower and do nails, hair and makeup.

11.00 - get dressed and go.

I had my whole day planned out. I haven't got an official invite, I kinda just invited myself. 

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It is finally 11.00am and I can finally ready to go. My dress is purple and I put a french tip on my nails. My makeup is very light except for my bright red lipstick. My shoes are short skin-colour heels and I have my signature 13 on my hand. My hair is up in a curly ponytail, and I am ready to go.

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I get to the wedding after everyone else is already there. The wedding is in a church and it is tall. I get to the front door and the security guard.

"Name please."

"umm, Oh look. I know him I am his plus 1!" I pointed to a random guy over there. I waved and he awkwardly waved back. 

"Alright." I walked in trying not to bring any attention to me but I am tall so it wasn't easy.As I was walking to the front I saw his friends and her snotty little family all dressed in pastel. I got to the front where the Preacher was standing and then ran behind the curtain. Behind the curtain, no-one can see me. I make my way through the long dark hallways when I get to a room where I can hear someone yelling. 

"Not like that!! If you do that you will rip the dress!! UGGH." I walked to the door cautiously while my shoes tapped against the ground. I looked through the window on the door and it was the bride yelling at her bridesmaids. I saw her dress. It was a white long gown with frills at the end. It had no shoulder straps and was streaks of material down her bodice. There was a huge gold belt that was very intricate in detail and was the same shape as a WWE victory belt. It was like a pastry. From the way she wore it, it was like a triangle from her veil down to her toes. 

"This dress is horrible!! Why does it look so bad?! it's surely not what I thought it would be." She kept complaining as I took a photo on my phone, and made my way back to the main church area. Suddenly, the bodyguard came up to me and took me out. I had to find another way in. While I was stuck outside there I daydreamed a little. I found a little window at the back. I crawled in and it was a toilet. I got into the main area again but this time I stood behind curtains that were next to the door. Finally, Stephen made his way down to the altar and people started to take their seats. Gestures were exchanged by Stephen and the Preacher. Then, the organ started playing a song that sounds like a death march. It seems that I was uninvited by a lovely bride to be. Suddenly, everyone stands to see the bride come down the Isle. She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen but I know he wishes it was me. Doesn't He?

"Does anyone have a reason these 2 shouldn't be wed? Speak Now or forever hold your peace." There is a silence, Here is my last chance And I stand up with shaky hands all eyes on me.

Horrified looks from everyone in the room, but I'm only looking at Stephen. I walk to the front of everyone watching.

"I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion, but you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl." Everyone is looking at me like I'm crazy or I've killed a man but I don't care. He is looking at me for an explanation.

"Don't say yes, run away now..." I continue as I walk closer to him. "I'll meet you when you're out at the church at the back door.." The wife is fuming but I continue. "Don't wait or say a single vow, you need to hear me out." 

"Speak now." Shouted someone from the back. we look at each other and the wife is forgotten. Stephen gave me a smile and said

"Let's run away now, I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door. Baby, I didn't say my vows, So glad you were around when they said Speak now."