Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

met gala man

Taylor's POV

"Taylor! Selena! Over here!" Paparazzi called our names as Selena and I walked from the car towards the side entrance to the red carpet. Tonight was the first time we had ever both been invited to the Met Gala and both of us had attended, so we'd decided to go together.

I couldn't remember the exact theme, but it was something about fairytales, and I was dressed in a rapunzel theme. I was wearing a gorgeous lavender gown adorned with gold and little flowers. Selena was around the theme of snow white; but as the evil stepmother in a deep blue. She looked absolutely stunning.

Hand in hand, we made our way down the red carpet, splitting away halfway down for the hundreds of photographers to take some solo shots. It was blinding; cameras flashing constantly for such a long time as they yelled at me to turn this way and that way, but eventually it was over and I met back up with Selena inside the bar.

"Drink?" She asked.

"Please." I sighed. Selena leaned over the bar and ordered us a couple of drinks.

"Still a bit down about the end of the tour?" She asked as one of the bartenders started making them. I nodded. I had loved my time on tour again and because I had done it for so long, it was taking a little while to adjust back. "You'll be alright babes, but you know what you need?"

"Do I want to know?" I teased her.

"You need to meet a guy." She told me. "It's been what, two years since you've been with someone?"

"Say it louder, I think the photographers at the entrance didn't quite hear you." I rolled my eyes as drinks landed on the bar in front of us. We took them and got out of the way for other people, going to one of the standing tables surrounding us.

"Seriously Taylor, maybe it's what you need." Selena said as I took a sip of my drink. "Have a night, maybe just a fling. You know?"

"Yeah, I do know. I know all about the slut shaming and the name calling and the rumors that start whenever I'm seen with any guy." I pointed out. Being as well-known as I was came with its downfalls, and since I was a female, I got hammered three times as hard about my love life than men did. I was thoroughly sick of it by now. Selena nodded a little, understanding what I meant. She had problems with it too, so she knew what I was talking about.

We stood around for a little while and were soon joined by Beyonce who came over and kissed both of us on the cheek. I hadn't seen her in a while, so it was nice to catch up. The evening dragged on, and even though it was the Met Gala and it was exciting, I found myself wishing I was at home instead. I wasn't really feeling it today, and Selena could tell. She kept nudging my arm whenever my expression slipped and showed how bored I really was, which I really appreciated. Cameras were everywhere, and the last thing I needed was an article about 'Taylor Swift too good for the Met Gala?'

When we arrived at the afterparty, I found it a lot easier to have fun. There were no cameras inside, and the lights were dimmed so you couldn't see people super clearly. A little tipsy, I let Selena drag me onto the dance floor, throwing our heads back and moving to the beat that thumped through the speakers. My navy thigh length blue halter dress swirled around my legs as Selena and I spun around, dancing together like no one was watching.

"I'm getting another drink!" I called into her ear. "Want one?" She shook her head, and I weaved through the crowd towards the little bar against the back wall. When the bartender finished up some drinks, she came down to me. "Can I get a vodka diet coke please?"

"Single or double?" The bartender asked. "Tab?" At parties like this, everyone had tabs under their name and the bill was sent in the morning, making it easier.