Lost - Taylor and Travis Adoption Story

One

First Day Jitters

Riley's pov

I walked into rehearsals for the first time, anxious and cold. The winter air created an uncomfortable cold sensation in the huge warehouse type location I had been told to go to. I had one major issue though, my parents lied and applied for this job for me, when I did the audition I managed to get the job but they used a fake ID saying I was 18. I had to bring my birth certificate to our first rehearsal to prove that it's me and I was feeling very nervous. They won't want me when they realize I'm 16.

My parents have forced me to do things Like this before for Broadway but I have never danced for something so secretive. They force me and take the money and apparently this job is highly paying. I didn't get told what the job is but security for this whole job was insane. I felt my body shake as I stepped up to the desk where a security guard asked for my birthday and name. I gave him the details and he immediately frowned. "Your birthday doesn't match with the one by your name on my list." He told me.

I looked down with tears forming in my eyes and slowly nodded. This is where I get sent to prison for using fake ID... great. I felt my chest tightening but I wasn't going to show it, instead I handed over my birth certificate and finally let the tears fall from my eyes. I reached up to wipe them away while security took me to the side.

I heard footsteps approaching and suddenly felt a hand against my back causing me to flinch slightly. What if it's my mom coming to beat me for not getting the job and for taking the birth certificate instead of saying I forgot it. I started to panic more and even more tears spilled onto my cheeks. "Hey, sweetheart can you tell me what's happened?" A familiar voice asked.

Wait. Taylor Swift?

I looked up and into her dazzling blue eyes before crying even more. I felt her put an arm around me while listening to what the security guy had to say. She nodded in understanding and took in all of the information before looking down at me. I was now sobbing and my whole body was shaking. If I wasn't allowed this job my parents would probably actually end me.

"It was a mistake on our behalf, her birth certificate is the correct birthday that she gave us. Apologies, it's just a few mistakes. We always had one younger dancer." Taylor told the guy, taking my birth certificate from him and leading me over to an area with a bunch of seats. She handed it over to me then talked me through calming down.

She sat with me and held my hand the whole time and told me when to breathe in and when to breathe out. It was weird to have someone help me through this for once instead of crying alone until I fall asleep. I managed to calm down so much quicker than usual too.

"We will talk about the false ID you used with my team at a later date. I think you should call someone to come get you." Taylor told me, letting go of my hand before heading to the group of dancers. I looked down and anxiously found my dads phone number in my contacts. He didn't pick up no matter how many times I tried.

Taylor came over after chatting to them all and was now with a member of her team. She was explaining the situation and asking what happens about my job and if I could keep it or not. I had new tears in my eyes and was shaking, just the thought of the punishments my parents would give me when I got home was freaking me out way too much.

Taylor sat beside me and put an arm around me while the crew member asked questions to me.

"Why did you have a false id?"

"My parents got me one and I didn't have an id to bring so I brought that one. Sorry I was confused."

"Would you be able to tour around the world alone at your age, is that something your parents would be comfortable with?"

"Ask them. Probably."

They nodded before smiling and Taylor and standing up. "She can keep it as long as that's okay with you. We just need to make sure that either her family travels with her or someone watches over her while traveling. We can't be responsible for something happening if she's in a hotel room alone."

"My parents can't travel with me. Please don't make them come please." I begged now sobbing. I can't have that be the reason I lose my job and I can't afford to lose my job. If I lose this job I will lose my life too. They need this money desperately. Taylor put her hand against my head and pulled me close to her chest. I felt her swaying side to side a little.

"Calm down, stressing isn't going to help. You're keeping your job and all will be fine. We can find another dancer for you to stay with or another member of my team. Is someone on their way for you?" She asked softly. I felt her wipe a tear off my cheek that I hadn't even noticed was there. I shook my head to the last question before sitting up.

"I thought I got to keep my job?" I mumbled. I was too nervous to sleep properly. I didn't want to say the wrong thing and get hit or lose my job or even to get yelled at. She chuckled a little and pulled me back into a hug.

"Of course you do, I just thought you'd want to go home and rest after such an eventful morning. It's okay if not though you can practice. You just look a bit exhausted." Taylor told me. She was right. I was exhausted from the stress and all of the crying. My parents had me up so late last night screaming at me and hurting me while threatening me about doing a good job today.

"I'm tired but if I call again he'll h... get mat when I get home." I replied. She gave me a concerned look before modding and directing me to a sofa that was placed to be looking at the stage. There was Travis, looking down at his phone. She walked me over and instructed me to sit on the sofa.

I did as I was told and Travis gave me a small wave and a hi. I said hi back before putting my head down on the arm of the sofa. "Have an hour and I'll have Travis wake you up when we're about to start formations for the first song you're in. You're not in the opening and no one is in the second song so you have some time to rest like some of the other dancers." She told me.

I didn't reply properly because I felt myself drifting off to sleep before I could even answer her. Why is she being so nice though? Surely she hates me for being such a pain.

A/N

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