Just Kidding

Midnight Memories

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THIS STORY IS MOSTLY FICTION! SOME NAMES ARE FAKE, SOME TITLES ARE FAKE, EVEN ACTS ARE FAKE, SOME STUFF LIKE NAMES OF CELEBRITIES ARE REAL BUT OTHER THAN THAT ITS ALL FAKE. DONT GET MAD CAUSE PAUL IS THE BOSS OR WHATEVER.

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Taylor.

On my way to Starbucks, I couldn't help the smile on my face. It is a beautiful day and to see all of the smiling faces around me. It makes me so happy.

That is until, the person in front of me started yelling at the barista behind the counter.

"I don't care how long it takes," he stopped yelling long enough to inch forward, then he started yelling again, "Bethany! I will stay here all day, until you get my drink right." The barista, Bethany, I'm guessing, looked like she didn't have enough patience for this man.

Without any word, Bethany slightly crouched down and reached under the counter, only to slam a plastic sign on the bar that reads: "We reserve the right to refuse service to any customer without an explanation." She had a tight smile on her face and squinted eyes.

"You'll be hearing from my lawyer!" He screamed before exiting the café.

"That was amazing." I chuckled and reached for my wallet.

"Oh my gosh," She quietly whispered. I looked up and saw she had a giant smile on her face and wide eyes. She flung the sign behind her, leaned on her elbow, and kept a calm tone. "You're Taylor Swift." She said quietly. I smiled, letting out a little chuckle, and tucked some hair behind my ear.

"Yes. And late for a meeting." I tried my best to sound nice and not pushy, but if she kept staring at me, I would be a little later than I usually am. But you would think, after living in New York for a while, and visit Starbucks as often as I can, it wouldn't be a surprise that I want some coffee.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry. What can I get you?" She picked up a cup and a sharpie and stared intently at me.

I contemplated for a moment: If I get my usual, I'll be tired and content, but if I get my Saturday usual, I'll be chipper and excited. What the heck? Why not be excited? Today's a beautiful day.

"Just a plain grande Vanilla Frappé please," I smiled and paid her while she hurried to get my order complete.

Meanwhile, I texted Arial and told her I'd be a few minutes late due to heavy traffic. She responded in no time with "What's new? :P"

Soon my name was called and I grabbed my drink and straw quickly without any one looking my way.

How to catch a taxi in New York? Simple. You buy a car and be your own taxi. Its always been difficult for me to holler at drivers. Being a driver myself, I know that I wouldn't want people yelling at me from the side of the road.

As I got out of my car, I felt a little anxious about this meeting. I know I shouldn't but something tells me something is off about Arial calling me into a meeting at noon. Usually, she tells me to be at the studio at eight or nine in the morning. I don't think too much longer as I enter the building, greeting Larry as usual.

"Hello, Miss Taylor." He coos with a tip of his hat.

"Hello, Mr. Thime," I curtsy and wave at him. I press four on the button panel inside the elevator and patiently wait for the doors to close.

The elevator dings when I reach my floor. I last minute check my hair and makeup in the reflection of the doors, Arial always nags about how I still look like my 2009 self and how I'm not a country sweetheart anymore.