Part 1

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I glanced in the mirror taking in my appearance. Breathing shallowed as I realised what was about to happen. I smiled thinking about it. 6 months of recording has finally amounted to something. The door to my hotel opened with a screech and my agent walked in. "Alright the cars outside waiting for you" she said smiling.

After the short car ride we arrived at the small red carpet. The driver jumped out and opened my door. God when did I become this fancy? I looked around before stepping out onto the uneven surface. Stumbling slightly, I stepped forward waving at the many photographers shining their cameras at me.

I smiled tiredly after hours of answering questions and posing for cameras. I was tired. I wanted to go back to bed. So that's what I was going to do, until a heard the gentle British accent calling for me. Turning quickly and tugging on the tight fabric around my shoulders looking into the ocean blue eyes staring back at me. I smiled brightly at the kind face and started walking towards him.
"Where have you been Y/N??" He laughed returning the smile.

He turns and walks over to the back side of a tall woman talking to a reporter. I audibly gasped as I looked at him then back to the silhouette, "Hey Taylor" he greeted the musician as she turns around.

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