A request for some LA moments. :) TW: A single, non specific mention of an ED.
Tay and I aren't like most people. Aside from the obvious, if there's an opportunity to go out and have a good time in a space with friends, we're down. We're both social people and if we can manage to keep a low profile and avoid being swarmed by the paparazzi, we'll jump at the chance.
I know for a fact Taylor's not the biggest fan of LA. I like it because it's everything where I grew up wasn't...always warm, bigger than life. She thinks it's fake as fuck and honestly, I can see that. You've gotta play a certain game to live here and even though she's learned the ins and outs of how to go about it, she doesn't like to...tells me she's much more comfortable just about anywhere else.
The benefit, though, is that unlike New York where she can't walk down the street without being spotted because of how the buildings are set up (the measures she used to have to take to avoid being sought out by photographers before, when things were really bad made me sick to my stomach), here the house is concealed in a way she can get back and forth out of sight. There are a lot of ins and outs in LA that you wouldn't know about unless you had to and thanks to years of experience, she knows it all, every single one of the back entrances to places, the clubs that don't allow phones, which parties are by invite only. It wasn't hiding; it was protecting her peace and that's all I want for her. I'd do whatever it took to protect it for her, too.
"Are you sure you wanna go?"
I love parties, I love the chance to meet people, make connections and it's pretty fucking exciting, the idea of getting to go to Madonna's event. I mean, it's Madonna. The Vanity Fair party last year was a blast and I know this one won't be any different. Better, because Tay makes everything more fun.
Even I, though, can see it's a wild idea to be on a plane for 22 hours (okay, yeah, most of them were spent sleeping) come back here and get ready for something that starts at 10pm. I know it makes me sound like a grandpa, but mostly, I'm worried about her. Liquid hydration and IV treatment aside, she's been performing a three and a half hour show for multiple days with not much time in between and yeah, I wanna make sure she's not pushing herself to the breaking point. It's not that I don't trust her judgement; she knows her own limits, but I know the past, it was hard for her to say no when people invited her somewhere or when Tree planned her schedule 25 years in advance so she felt bad about asking to cancel and she'd just go and go until she couldn't. It's not what happens too much these days...she's gotten a lot better at speaking up for herself, but I don't want her to think she has to do it for me, either. She seemed really excited before we left about introducing me to friends and people in the industry, reassuring me that we could definitely make it and still have time to rest.
It's only around six and we're sitting around Taylor's bedroom, eating Chinese takeout from the container. I'm in sweats, Tay's stolen my hoodie (she's probably yanked half of them at this point) and her pants are covered in cat fur. We don't really look like we're going anywhere.
"What's the alternative?" She leans all the way back, dropping a noodle in her mouth and settling the chop sticks back into the carton. "Hang out with these guys for hours? I have all week to smother them with love. Right, Mere?"
I fucking love Meredith because she doesn't play games. I love all of them, really, but as Tay always says, if Mere likes you, you're golden.
This time, she eyes us both like we're plotting a murder or she's sick of our bullshit or all of the above and she jumps off the bed, absolutely disgusted.
"Guess that answers that, huh."
"See? She wants us to leave so she can have the whole house to herself. I know how she thinks."
