The Archer~ Adopted By Taylor Swift

Chapter Three: Stars Aligned

Taylor's pov

"Taylor, honey! Hurry up! We have to get going!" I hear my mom yelling from downstairs as I'm putting on my makeup.

"Be down in a second!" I replied. Today, mom and I were on our way to the Country Music Hall of Fame Museum. This is honestly one of the best parts about Nashville, the piece and quiet. People leave me alone when I'm here. And of course, I'm not talking about fans. I love when fans walk up to me and want pictures or autographs. It's the paparazzi that I hate. Of course, there's still a few in Nashville, but they just come in small groups or sometimes singular. So they don't really bother me.

I finished getting ready, grabbed my purse, and headed downstairs. "Okay, I'm ready." I wanted to spend as much time as I could with my mom while I was here, so we decided to do some fun stuff together, which is usually pretty hard when you're this famous, but we get by fine in Nashville.

"Let's go." Mom grabbed her purse as well and we alerted Greg, who follows after us. I usually travel with two or three bodyguards in New York, depending on the place, but we decided that one would be fine. He was dressed in somewhat normal clothing as to not draw suspicion.

We quickly got in the back seat of the car as Greg got in the drivers seat. We talked quietly to ourselves until we got to the museum.

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                           Elizabeth's pov

"Ugh, this is so dumb. Why would this be an actual project for school?" I complained as Adam and I walked into the Country Music Hall of Fame museum.

"C'mon, Liz, compared to some other projects, this is pretty mellow."

"So, what are we even supposed to do for this project?" If I'm being completely honest, I was daydreaming while the project was being explained. I only snapped out of it when people stood up to find partners.

"We're supposed to explain how Country music has affected the music industry, we could think it affected it in a bad way, or a good way. Up to us. We're also supposed to pick our favorite country song and what that song means to us. We both pick a song unless both our favorites happen to be the same one." He explains.

I rolled my eyes. "That's such a dumb project. It's fucking history, why the hell is that a project?" The only Country music I even listen to was Taylor Swift's Country albums.

Adam just shrugged. "I don't know. It's Nashville, Liz. Country is pretty much the main music genre here."

We walked into the Country Music Hall of Fame and started to figure out stuff for our project. Adam quickly headed to the Dolly Parton section of the Museum and I followed behind him. While Adam was looking intently at the Dolly Parton section, I quietly slid away.

I walked around the museum searching for one thing in particular, the Taylor Swift section. I've never been here before, so I couldn't be sure as to if they had one, but it's Taylor Swift, they have to have one!

I searched for a couple minutes, hoping to find it eventually. I almost gave up on it and went back to search for Adam until I saw an Eras tour banner out of the corner of my eye. My head whipped to the side and I quickly walked to the exhibit.

It was filled with her different eras, not only her country ones. There were outfits from 1989 and Reputation. I searched around the exhibit in awe of everything until I heard my name being called before Adam stomped up to me. "Elizabeth! We're supposed to stay on track. I knew you'd eventually stray off to the Taylor Swift section but I at least thought you could wait a couple of minutes" he looks very annoyed but I couldn't help but chuckle.