taylor swift suddently starts to like and comment your posts. when you attend the eras tour she recognize you and asks someone of the security to take you and your friends to her. after the show you talk to her and she decided to trust you and she g...
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"oh my god, new music coming?" you asked excited.
"if i can figure out if i like this then maybe" she said laying the phone in front of her.
"do you need an opinion?" you asked sitting down on your bed. she seemed to think about it.
"i promise i won't leak it" you added and taylor nodded.
"okay, be brutal though, i need to know if i should send it or not, also can you record it, so if i can sing it correctly i can send that recording" she said moving her hands over the keys.
"yes ma'am" you said starting to record it.
"okay so i'm gonna try to play it in one go, umm..so this is called who's afraid of little old me" she talked introducing the song and starting to sing.
she sung it and then talked.
"for the most part that was sort of almost what it should be, i'm going to work on the melodies and the bridge so they don't become repetitive like that but that just the, like, framework and i might take some things out but yeah, just a song about being crazy" she commented at the end and you ended the recording. your mouth wide open and tears in your eyes.
"did you like it?" she asked nervously.
"liked? taylor... that was amazing! i'm fucking crying" you said wiping your eyes.
"i'm glad you liked it, should i send it?"
"well duh, you better do, i'll send you the video here in a while" you said and thought again about the song.
she thanked you but you interrupted her.
"YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME ABOUT SAD?!? IF YOU WANTED ME DEAD YOU SHOULD'VE JUST SAID?!?!" taylor laughed at you while you laid down completely on your bed and screamed in your pillow.
"i need this song injected in my body, like immediately" taylor laughed again before someone called her name.
"sorry, my mom made lunch, i have to go" she picked up her phone, still sitting in front of the piano.
"lunch at 2pm?"
"yeah i woke up late" she said simply and guilty.
"okay haha" you laughed.
"i'll text to you later" she said.
"okay, i'll send you the recording now" you sand and she thanked you, then you hung up.
