Taylors POV
Breathe Taylor, breathe
I replay the sound of my boyfriends words over and over in my head as I get ready to take the stage of the final show for the eras tour.
I don't know why I'm so nervous, I've done so many shows at this point that's it's practically a part of my daily routine. The only other times I was this nervous was the opening week and that was justified.
I try to shake out my arms and legs, like I normally do before a show but it isn't working. The pressure in my body just keeps building and I don't know what to do.
Breathe Tay, I'm here for you, I got you babygirl, just breathe
I shut my eyes and continue shifting my weight back and forth between my legs, trying to find a sense of peace.
I'm standing in the middle of chaos, literally. I'm under the stage only minutes away from behind lifted up onto the stage to start Miss Americana and the Heartbreak prince.
"Taylor?" A cold hand touches my shoulder, causing me to jump out of my skin. I turn around and see it's just tree. It's just tree. It's just tree. Oh my gosh I'm crying. Why am I crying? I can't be crying. It's gonna ruin my makeup.
"Oh Taylor what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Tree says, walking me over to a ledge so I can sit. She pushes some cords out of the way then lightly forces me to sit down.
"I— I don't know. I'm fine I don't know." I say, wiping my eyes.
"Tay I think your having a panic attack, you breath is all over the place and your crying," she pauses to take a tissue out of her purse and crouches down, wiping my eyes. "And you're crying sweet girl." She says tilting her head at me.
"Can you get Travis? I need Travis please." I sob, trying to fan my eyes so the tears will go away and stop bothering me.
"Of course." She says holding onto my hand for a second and squeezing it before leaving through the tarp to go get my boyfriend.
I just keep trying to calm myself down as I wait but nothings working. I can't really think straight so I'm not really coming up with ideas to help myself be on the stage and normal within 4 minutes.
Just keep breathing honey, you got this, you're so strong, I believe in you
I then see a light shine into the dim hallway I'm in and I turn my head to see Travis running in, eyes scanning the room trying to find me.
I stand up and he immediately spots me and rushes over. I start crying even harder as I know im gonna be safe in his arms in a few seconds. I take a few steps forward with my arms out and just completely sobbing before Travis runs in my direction, not slowing even when he was so close to me.
He instantly wraps his arm around my waist and uses his other hand to cradle my head into his chest.
"Shh it's okay, it's okay." He says, sitting down where I previously was and pulling me down with him to sit on his lap. I curl my legs up under me as Travis just whispers encouraging things into my ear as he also strokes my back.
"Hey pretty girl, what's wrong." Travis says, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"I'm scared." I whimper looking at him.
"Scared of what? You can trust me babygirl I'm not gonna judge you. I'm here for you." He says whilst stroking my cheek very lightly so he doesn't rub off my makeup.
"I'm just so scared, what if they're mad that I didn't add anymore shows." I hiccup through my tears.
"Tay your fans love you so so much and they're so proud and happy with every single performance of this tour you've done. Tonight won't be any different other than the crowd will be roaring extra loud since they probably want to give you a special goodbye." He says in a comforting tone.
