Written Mine on my Upper Thigh

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A/N: hiiii, chapter one folks :) also for the sake of the story we're gonna say that Taylor is staying in New York in her TriBeCa apartmeatm. Also I would like to point out I do not live nor have I ever been to the states so I really don't know what it's like so if it's inaccurate IM SORRY.

Estelle's pov: 

I lug both my guitar and my amp into the almost empty coffee shop. There are only about 3 people in here doing some work but other than that the usually overflowing cafe is empty. It's 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday and the rising sun is glaring right through the glass casting a warmth on my back. I smile at Mike, he works here often and I always see him when I play just outside the shop. "Can I get my regular with an extra shot of espresso?" I strain as I drag my guitar to the corner along with the amp and flop down on one of the armchairs. 
"Long night?"
"Hungover"
He chuckles and then gets to work on my coffee while I put my AirPods in. I always set the vibes for the day before I play, it helps with my mood and how what I convey with my music. New to town with a made-up name/In the angel's city, chasing fortune and fame/And the camera flashes make it look like a dream. I smile as I recognise the song. I turn towards the window, the morning sun reflecting off the dew hanging off the buildings. New York was beautiful and it made me all the more delighted that I had made the decision to move. Whether I'd like to admit it or not, I am a nepo baby. My father owns one of the biggest movie studios in LA and although he left before I had turned 2, for reasons that are a story for another day, he sends me a couple hundred dollars every month and lets me stay in his apartment in the Tribeca. So maintaining a lifestyle in Manhattan was never a problem. I am obviously extremely grateful and am also very well aware he doesn't owe me anything but he really supports me trying to get into music, I often send him snippets of lyrics and he sends me the longest paragraph raving on and on about how brillant I am that always leaves me feeling esatic. The media doesn't really know much about me, he's kept pretty silent in regards to me and I'd rather it stay that way. He's got a new wife now and she's amazing, I often spent christmas and new years with them as my mother was too always too drunk or stoned to know or care where I was. Every year for those few weeks I felt more loved than ever, she treated me like her own kid and gave me the most extravagant gifts even though I didn't take it back to my mother's place as I knew it was 100 percent going to get stolen or my mother would've sold it for money. 

Mike put my coffee down along with a cookie. I thanked him as he went to help another customer. I pick up my coffee and notice a mini guitar pattern on the top, I chuckle. I drink my coffee as I watch civilians pass going along with their day. It's weird how busy people always look like they have somewhere to be in Manhattan, even on a Saturday. It's 7 o'clock when I finally decide to set up outside the cafe. I thank Mike as I put the money on the table and drop my bag behind the counter. He lets me keep my belongings here while I play just to be safe. It was a warm day, the breeze only slightly there. I set my amp on the floor extend the cord into the cafe where Mike was more than happy to plug it in. I open my case and the sun glistens against the glossy black finish of my guitar. I've had this guitar for years it was a birthday present from my father on my 14th birthday, I always kept it at my fathers and practiced on the ones from the shop. Ever since I was younger people always took a liking to me I guess it was mostly because they pitied me, but it's really the only thing that kept me alive, when my wouldn't let me leave to get food, the guy from the dairy would bring me food while I was at school and I payed him by tutoring his son. The girl from the music shop taught me how to play guitar and she let me come in and practice in the back room after school. Over the years my collection of guitars grew but when I busk I always play with this one. It helped me remember what I came from and made me all the more grateful for my life now. 

I check to see everything's working before I strum a chord. I play the intro as I look around, I'm in the middle of a small but busy square in Lower Manhattan and people usually spend their day off around here. "Loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street..." I sing as people start to sit on the benches in around me. Performing was a great feeling, I've always loved it, I remember when I was younger I would put on a mini concert for my mother and she would be too out of it to pay attention but still I tried my hardest to impress her, all I wanted was her approval, I lived for her approval. I finish the song and a few people clap, it was only a few but still it made me smile. After a few more covers of mostly Taylor and Lana I decide to sing an original. I usually sing covers because they draw more people's attention as they recognise the songs better. By now a lot more people are gathered around and I was feeling better than I had ever felt. 

"Hi, I'm Estelle, I hope you're enjoying this so far, I'm going to play a original now, it's called 'Over It'" 
Mike comes out and hands me my acoustic guitar while I give him my electric. Mike is a really good friend at this point, he knows my routine and I always tip him extra and when he's not busy we'll sit and chat. All the dates I've brought to the cafe are always uncomfortable and think we have a thing until I laugh and inform them that Mike is in fact gay and I'm a lesbian. 

People smiling and some are cheering me on I'm smiling from ear to ear. People seem to be really enjoying the song which make my heart fill with warmth, it's like I have my own personal sun inside. By the time I get to the chorus more people have gathered with their various bags of shopping and coffees. 
"Now I'm just waiting for the ball to drop, the moment you say that you're all over it now,"
I sing, my voice sound better than ever, there are at least 20 people just sitting around and listening. 
"I miss the days when you were all over me, but I guess I can get over you too," 
As the song ends the people start clapping and telling me that I was great. I ask the audience what song they would like to hear and a million answer bombard me but one stood out so I adjust my capo and smile.

"One look, dark room," I sing and the girl who requested it mouths thank you. Needless to say I love this song, it one of my favourite songs. Some people are singing along and it's leaves me feeling on top of the world,

"He says, look up, and our shoulders brush," I sing as I hear the entire crowd suddenly start screaming and freaking out, I snap my head to the source of the commotion, my mouth nearly stops moving as I see the person who literally wrote the song I am currently singing. My eyes widen in shock and I blink a few times to make sure it's actually her but I don't stop singing. She flashes a smile at me and then proceeds to say hi and take a picture with a few people and then walks into the cafe, sitting by the window, with her bodyguard a table away to stop people from bombarding her. I look at Mike who has a completely shocked look on his face as he gathers himself up and takes Taylor's order.

What just happened? Why is Taylor here?  Can she hear me from inside? Of course she can Mike can. 

Are the only thoughts in my head as I finish the song off. I thank everyone for listening and then pack up and scramble into the cafe. She still sitting in the window seat drinking coffee when I pack up and ask Mike to make me another coffee. Taylor's sitting in my usual seat so I find a random table and sit down pulling my phone out. 

Atheist = Christian (my best friend)

Me:
Tell me why Taylor Swift in the cafe right now? 

Atheist: 
She's what?!

Me: 
She's sitting where I usually sit drinking coffee and talking to someone on the phone

Atheist:
I'm coming right now. 

Me: 
good because if you don't come pick me up I might die right here. 

A/N: AHHHH chapter one is down. god what i would do to be estelle rn. yes estelle's lyrics are my own #pleasedontjudgeiktheyrebad. ANYWAYS ENJOYYYY. chapter maybe tomorrow? or maybe I'll double update today. (disclaimer, this has not yet been thoroughly edited please ignore typos)