"Scott Swift"
"What about him?"
"He steps one foot in here and I take myself, my band and any future projects out of this studio and never look back"
Tony Scheppers, top dog at Scorpion Sound Studios looks at me with interest and that's not the look I'm going for so I stand up from the soft leather chair and push my shades into my hair
"Tony look, I'm serious okay, it's him or us"
" I know Scott can be an asshole but he's protective of Taylor that's all, he's not a bad guy"
"Protective?! Is that what you call it, because I call it fuckin abusive"
"Has he stopped you making a move on her or something?"
I stalk over to his desk and put my hands onto the shiny wood and fix him with a gaze that I hope could kill
"This is not about me or my dick, this is about Taylor Swift. That guy is dangerous"
"He's an overprotective asshole Travis, that's it"
"Yeah? Watch the CCTV from outside studio 1 and tell me that's all he is"
"There is no CCTV outside studio 1, he demanded it be turned off"
"Well how very fuckin convenient"
"Look whatever's happened between you and Scott, I'm sure we can work it out and come to some arrangement so they aren't in the studio when you guys are"
"This isn't about keeping him away from me although it's a very good idea because I'm ready to cave the guys skull in. This is about keeping him away from Taylor"
"His daughter? Who lives in the same house as him? Travis, it's just not possible!"
"Then I'm afraid us finishing this album here is just 'not possible' and when it goes platinum just like the other 2 did, guess whose studio will get zero credit and zero kickback"
"Travis, you are asking a lot of me right now, too much"
"Well are you going to give me what I want or are we going to start looking for a new studio to finish our album?"
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Rubbing a towel over my wet hair, I sigh with exhaustion and drop down onto the sofa hoping for a chilled night with pizza and our demos, I check my phone.
There's a message from my mom reminding me to drink plenty of water and one from my dad telling me to sink a beer for him.
I quickly type back that I'm having a night in, his reply of 'pussy' stoking the eternal desire I have to please my dad so I type back ' As if! Keep an eye on the gossip pages tomorrow' then set my phone down and grimace at the thought of another night out and another monster hang over tomorrow.
I just rest my head on the cushion and close my eyes when I hear someone knocking on my door
"Fuck!" I yell before forcing myself to stand up and answer it
"Hi"
"Taylor..."
"Tiago gave me your address I hope you don't mind"
"No it's fine, come in"
I usher her inside and shut the door before leading her into the lounge
"This is nice, not what I was expecting at all"
"What were you expecting?" I ask with genuine interest as we both sit down and I smile at the cute Bugs Bunny pants she has on
"Black walls, skulls and crucifix' everywhere"
"Well I'll bare that in mind for the next time I decorate" she smiles but I can tell it's forced "so..."
"So I wanted to explain about what you saw earlier"
"Wait. Do you want a coffee first?"
"You have beverages that aren't alcohol?!"
"Yeah, as shocking as the lack of black walls I know" I'm just about to stand up when she reaches for my arm and shakes her head
"It's fine, I can't stay long"
"Don't tell me, you'll get in trouble with your dad?"
"Can I explain or are you just going to sit there and judge me like the rest of the world does?"
I sit back and take her in fully, she's so beautiful but I doubt she even realises it, even in her Bugs Bunny pants and grey sweatshirt she's more beautiful than most of the girls I bring home.
I think back to way she commanded the room at The Ellen Show and then look at her now. It's like she has this amazing fire inside of her that she can let out when given permission but for the rest of the time she is forced to dowse it, but I can see it there smouldering behind her eyes and I feel a sudden urge to act as gasoline to her fire, to climb inside her and pull out every tiny bit of the real Taylor Swift and hold it up for the world to see and worship
"Go ahead" I sit back and stretch my legs out. I'm wearing black sports shorts and a black vest and I watch as Taylors eyes slowly move from my toes to my eyes, taking in every inch of my body and I have to admit I like the feel of her gaze moving over me.
"I know what you saw looked bad"
"Don't try and downplay it Taylor"
"He just didn't like what I was wearing"
"So he tried to wrestle you out of it? What kind of man does that? What kind of father does that?"
"He was angry" She shifts in her seat uncomfortably and I can tell her father being angry is a common event "he wouldn't hurt me"
"He was hurting you, I heard you scream"
"I don't want you to think badly of him"
"Too late"
"He's working so hard to make my career a success, he gets stressed sometimes that's all"
"And you're doing fuck all I guess? That's him up there singing or in the studio writing, that's him grabbing everyone's attention as soon as he walks in the room. No Taylor honey, that's all you"
"He sacrificed everything for me"
"And now you're sacrificing yourself just to please him"
She rubs her hands over her face and then rests her elbows on her knees and rests her head in her hands and I allow her a moments silence to sit with her thoughts.
"Beer?" She just shakes her head at me "Of course not whatever would daddy say?"
"Don't!" She jumps to her feet "Don't sit there and look down at me like you know everything about me and everything about my situation when you don't. You don't know anything!"
"Well I know one thing, your dad is banned from entering the studios and your contract to record your new album there is iron clad that's 12 hours a day without him"
"I hate you!" She spins and turns, almost running for my front door "Do you know what you've done?!"
"Who are you going to be for those 12 hours Taylor?" I jump to my feet and she looks like a deer caught in the headlights "What are you going to write when you don't have to pretend anymore?!"
My front door slams and I walk to the front window, after a while I see Taylor running to her car before it speeds off and I head to the kitchen for a beer
"Fuck it!" I growl before downing it and then grabbing my phone to arrange another night out with the boys
*Just wondering if anyone reading and enjoying his one??? I know it's starting pretty slowly x
