"What happens when the person you thought you could trust turns into a full blown nightmare... Will you ever be able to heal from the damage? Will life ever be the same again? Well, does love even exist?"
Taylor and Joe have been in a relationship f...
After a sleepless night I crawl out of bed, skip down the stairs and turn on the coffee machine, before searching for my favorite mug and placing it below, because a day without coffee can never be a good day, even if I got no doubts that today is going to be great. It turned out, yesterday, that making friendship bracelets is more complicated than I thought and after having to restart a million times because the string kept slipping out of my hands I gave up, which leaves me with a total of three bracelets, one with my number on it though, which I really hope I can somehow get to the singer.
With a freshly brewed coffee I sit down at the table and start debating on what to wear to the show, however I can't really pick from anything that comes to my mind and decide to just be spontaneous when it's time to get ready.
Meanwhile at the hotel... Taylor's POV:
"...Were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke? Now I want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes and hire a priest to come and exorcise my deeeeemons...even if I die screeeeeeaming...and I hope you heeeear it...." My voice echoes through the suite, blasting the lyrics that have been running through my head all night, keeping me awake, despite the tiredness that was engulfing me.
"Yeah that's it!" I blurt out, stopping the final recording on my phone, after about a thousand attempts to get it perfectly, while still walking up and down, from the bed to the couch and all the way back again. Words just come out easier when I'm moving, it has always been this way.
Yesterday's first show in the Arrowhead Stadium was a blast. I did release Speak Now, my version and a music video to 'I can see you'. It's not lying when I say the crowds went wild, a breathtaking experience.
Suddenly there's a knock on the door, interrupting my the train of thought about how the song could potentially go on. With the kindest smile plastered on my face, I approach the white, wooden door and carefully open it, revealing a young woman with a breakfast tray in her hands.
"Good morning, Miss Swift. I hope I didn't wake you, I just wondered if you'd like some breakfast since I don't think you feel comfortable coming down to the dining hall." She speaks up, her voice quite soft. They did the same thing yesterday, except that it was a different woman than it is today.
"That's really thoughtful, thanks so much." I accept the breakfast, not wanting to be rude. "Have a nice day."
"You too and you're welcome."
I close the door with my free hand and set the tray down on the chest of drawers next to the entrance. Afterwards I jump back into my music, completely ignoring the delicious food I've just been served because there's no way I'm going to eat it. The morning passes by way too fast and soon I find myself in the car on my way to the stadium, observing all kinds of people on their own way to my show, through the tinted windows of the SUV, throughout the entire drive.
Finally in the dressing room getting ready, Tree joins me, bringing in the meal I requested earlier. As I said, I'm eating just enough to get through the show.
"Are you sure you wanna eat chicken with rice again?" My publicist asks suspiciously, before handing me the plate of food. "You have been eating the same dish prior every concert since you started that tour."
"I just like it and it has lots of proteins. That's what I need, right?" I seek assurance, looking up at the redhead. The truth is, I'm tired of chicken and rice, so tired that I want to throw up just by looking at it, but it's the only thing I can manage to eat...and keep down, without the voices in my head blowing up.
"Whatever you want. I just hope the rest of your daily meals look a little more...colorful." She clears her throat. "You are a little behind schedule so please eat quickly."
I nod, glad that Tree still seems to be oblivious. I assume, it's because she has been seeing me almost every day, so it's hard to notice a loss of weight, since the media hasn't picked up on it either yet. I don't know what will happen if they do, because so far there have only been a few fans pointing it out, expressing their concerns.
Travis' POV:
"Yeah I'm so not ready, man." I say to Patrick as we settle in the private suite of the stadium, ready to watch Taylor perform an unbelievable show.
"You sound like one of those obsessed fangirls." He laughs.
"Hey!" I smack his shoulder. "Don't judge." I start fidgeting with the bracelets around my wrist.
"Woah...wait...is that your phone number on there?!" My teammate grabs my hand, eyeing one of the three bracelets. "You really think you can give that to her? You're a lost cause, Trav." He shakes his head in disbelief.
"Pat, don't be so rude, it's kinda cute." Brittany tries to defend me.
"Thank you, Britt." I pat her shoulder gently. "Listen to your wife, dude."
Instead of answering anything, the man just points to the huge screen right above the stage, where a big clock suddenly appears, a countdown following. I try to hide my excitement, attempting to stay as stiff as possible even though all I want to do is jump around in anticipation, my heart rate slightly picking up pace. Just two and a half minutes later the clock strikes midnight and a few dancers start appearing on stage. At this point I can't keep it in anymore, my chest feeling as if it's going to explode, while the whole crowd suddenly goes quiet, before thousands of shrieking screams are heard. And then there she is, Taylor Swift, the most beautiful woman on this planet, alive and in person.
During the whole show my mouth is hanging wide open.
"Okay no, I'm out." I whisper to Patrick ten seconds into 'Vigilante Shit', my cheeks slightly blushing, which luckily isn't visible due to the dimmed lights. I lift my hands up to my face, trying to cover my eyes.
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"Damn, I didn't know she was THAT hot." My teammate exclaims, earning a deserved but playful slap from his wife.
"I can't watch this. It feels like I'm intruding her privacy and I'm not supposed to see this..." I mumble nervously. "Aren't there kids at this show?"
"Now you're both acting like teenage boys...let the woman feel herself." Brittany chimes in, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "It's not like she's stripping."
"Almost." I try to cover the slight embarrassment in my voice with a cough, swallowing hard afterwards.
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