Carolina, Continued. (FLETCHER x Taylor Swift Caylor girlxgirl gxg Gaylor)

Long Time, Waiting

Selena showed up early this morning, both of us seemed to be in a hurry. The flight felt like the longest flight I've ever been on. Opposingly, checking into the hotel room and getting to the concert flew by, too quickly. My mind couldn't catch up. I still can't believe that I am standing here, front row, with Selena, and Taylor is about to be on stage. I'm not ready for this, and I am freaking out internally.

It seems that without warning, Taylor appears on stage, singing. She looks even more beautiful that I remember, and her voice is magnificent. I hate that I know the words to her songs, but I can't stop myself from singing along, watching her perform. 

She flawlessly sings every word, every move she makes is on beat. I always remember and think about how talented she is, but seeing her in this setting is almost unreal. She is so engaging as a performer, and I hope one day to be as great as she is.

After a few songs, Taylor begins walking down the stage, in the exact direction of Selena and I. I know she's going to notice us. We are passed her security, up close to the stage. My heart pounds in my chest as I see her eyes land on us, confusion taking over her features. 

Due to the lighting and the distance, she probably hasn't figured out who we are yet, and just sees that there are two people directly at the stage and passed her security. She doesn't take her eyes off of us as she begins walking closer, singing You Need To Calm Down.

"This is it, are you ready?" Selena says to me, her voice a little loud, making sure I can hear her. I nod in response, my eyes unable to move away from the blonde approaching us. She is really close now, I don't need to look at the big screen to see the details of her features.

It seems she figured out who we are, a split second of shock and realization seems to wash over her. If I would have blinked, I would have missed it. She seems to keep her cool, continuing her performance as planned, though her eyes keep glancing towards us, and I hate that I can't tell how she is feeling.

Taylor is walking away now, seeming to be changing what song she is singing. Selena looks to me, and I turn to look at her, and we both are confused. Almost no reaction from Taylor, and yes, I know she is a professional, but if I saw Taylor in the crowd at one of my shows, I would've needed a second to pull myself together. Taylor has always been stronger than me, though.

"Can you tell how she's feeling?" Selena asks, and I shake my head.

"I was hoping you could," I know my voice is full of disappointment when I speak. All of the excitement, anticipation, seem to be for nothing.

"You are the one who dated her, you should be able to tell what she is thinking or feeling," Selena argues, and I roll my eyes.

"This is the first time in a long time, that I have seen her, you are her best friend, and have been for years, you should be able to tell," I agrue back, and Selena stays silent at my arguement. We both watch Taylor, curiously, as she continues to go through her different eras of music. 

I hate how elegant she is, how dulcet and relaxing her voice can be. I hate how easily she can put me into languor, how much I am enjoying this. She is giving me nothing, nothing at all. I begin to regret coming here. I hate how I got my hopes up, knowing I shouldn't have.

Then, it happens again, washing away every bad thought, something she has always been able to do to me. Her eyes meet mine while she sings, the words flowing from her mouth and the sound of the crowd goes quiet. All I can focus on is her blue eyes, meeting mine. I can't tell what she is thinking or feeling, but I know my heart stopped the second our eyes met.

As quickly as it came, it left. Another split second of attention from her, and it's made butterflies rise in my stomach. For some reason, that one short moment of eye contact, gave me all of the reassurance I needed, instantly giving me that motivation I had back.