Daylight - TS (ON HOLD)

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June 8th, 2018

Lucia was beyond excited about the show. She'd been a Taylor Swift fan since she was a teenager and had never been to a show. So when the Reputation Stadium Tour came through Manchester, she would have sold her kidney to get tickets. Of course, she didn't have to do that and ended up getting great tickets with a pass to a meet and greet afterward (being a songwriter has its perks). Damiano was grumbling on the phone about how lucky she was to be there.

"Rilassati, lo so. Mi dispiace che tu non sia potuto uscire di qui. Ma ti procurerò un video con Taylor!" (Relax, I know. I'm sorry you couldn't get out here, but I'll get a video with Taylor for you!). Lucia giggled.

"I hate you so much."

"Ti amo stupido," (I love you dummy.) Lucia smiled.

"Ti amo," Damiano grumbled, hanging up the Facetime.

Lucia restarted her makeup which he interrupted, blending her half-finished contour. Mila, her best friend, stumbled in covered in body glitter.

"Oh, Jesus." Lucia laughed, covering her mouth at the sight.

"She is going to see is, if it's the last thing I bloody do." she huffed, standing up a little straighter so Lucia could admire the outfit.

"It's miraculous, babes." Lucia giggled, turning back to the mirror to apply her mascara.

"Was Damiano on the phone?" Mila asked, putting on a pair of bejeweled earrings to match her dress.

"Mhm. He's jealous. He arguably loves Taylor Swift more than me." she smiled, thinking of her brother at twelve dancing with a hairbrush, belting Sparks Fly in broken English.

"Doubtful, you are gonna find a way to fuck her someday."

"Shut up." Lucia rolled her eyes before cursing in Italian as she splotched mascara on her eyelid. "Ah shit, we've gotta get going." She wiped off the black streak before slipping on her heels. They helped make her a little taller, but nothing helps much when your five two- five three on a good day, in the morning, after stretching.

Lucia and Mila had lots of trouble making their way into the venue, seeing as they got there about ten minutes before the show started and most everyone had found their seats already. Lucia dragged Mila through the rows until they reached their seats, getting settled just as the lights dimmed.

The screens flashed as a cobra appeared, circling menacingly. Lucia couldn't pull her eyes away as the video played, anticipation building. Screams erupted as the lights turned on without warning.

"Are you ready for it?" a female voice asked. The whole stadium erupted in cheers as Taylor appeared on stage and began singing the intro to Ready For It.

Lucia enjoyed herself immensely, dancing and singing at the top of her lungs. She turned her head quizzically as the I Knew You Were Trouble melody began playing before a smile touched her lips. Of course, it was her brother's favorite song. Now he was really going to be upset. Lucia sang along to the full song, but couldn't form words as Taylor made eye contact with her, shooting a little wink in her direction.

"Did she just-?" Mila gaped.

"Oh, my god. Sto sognando? Pizzicami. oh, mio Gesù." (Am I dreaming? Pinch me, oh my Jesus.) Lucia screamed.

"Does she know who you are?"

"Maybe? I wrote with Camilla a few times but- oh my god." Lucia fanned herself, trying not to pass out from the excitement.

Lucia and Mila freaked out for the rest of the set, waiting anxiously for the meet and greet after the show. As the last notes of This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things played, the girls got up and pushed their way to the atrium, where they knew there would be a long wait for entrance to the meet and greet. When they finally got to the front, a winded Taylor waved for them to come forward.

"Oh my god, it's so amazing to meet you! I'm Lucia David, I love your music, I love you, Oh my god, can I have a picture?" Lucia babbled.

Taylor smiled widely, "of course! And I know who you are, Lucia. I love your music as well! Especially the stuff you've written and performed with Camilla, they are so good!" Taylor said as Lucia snapped the picture.

"Fottomi. Questo non può essere fottutamente reale." (Fuck me, this can't be fucking real.) Lucia gaped. "Thank you so much!"

"Of course!" Mila pushed past Lucia.

"I'm Mila! She's been my best friend, since like, forever. So, I'm cool too!" She stuttered.

"Hi, Mila! And yes, you are very cool." Taylor smiled, signing a book that Mila had offered her. "Oh, before you go, Lucia. I'd love to write with you sometime. I'll reach out on Instagram, and give you my personal number. Hit me up if you're ever in New York." She nodded for them to go on.

Lucia didn't pick her jaw up off the floor until they reached the car in the parking lot. Mila was blabbering in stunned noises, something about how this couldn't be fucking real.

"Lucia, Taylor Alison Fucking Swift wants to write music with you!"

"I fucking know, Mils. You've only said it seventeen times!" Lucia groaned, trying to hide the fact that she too was speechless.

"Damiano is going to be so damn jealous."

"Oh damn. You are so right. I better call him, can you drive?" She asked, pulling her phone out of her purse.

"Totally." Mila opened the driver's door and settled in, waiting for Lucia to sit down. Lucia's finger hovered over her brother's contact before pressing down, unsure.

"She said WHAT?"