yours sincerely, daisy. - taylor swift

15

Stepping into the studio felt surreal. The sleek, modern décor, the polished wood floors, and the hum of quiet energy filled the space. Daisy had been on plenty of sets in her career, but this was different. It was quieter, more intimate, like stepping into a sacred space. This was Taylor's world, the place where she created the music that had captivated millions—including Daisy.

She glanced over at Taylor, who was already in her element, greeting the engineers and crew members with a smile and easy confidence. Taylor's energy was magnetic here, and Daisy couldn't help but be drawn to her, feeling a rush of admiration and affection.

"This is where the magic happens," Taylor said, turning to Daisy with a smile. "I spend way too much time in here, but it's where I feel the most like myself."

Daisy nodded, trying to take it all in. "It's incredible. I've always wondered what a studio looked like behind the scenes. I never imagined it'd feel so... cozy."

Taylor chuckled. "Yeah, it's my little creative bubble. You'll see, once you start working on something, the hours just disappear."

As they walked further into the space, Taylor led Daisy to the main recording room, where a few instruments were scattered around, and the soundboard blinked with various lights. "Want to sit in while I lay down a few tracks? You can get a feel for the process."

"I'd love that," Daisy replied, her heart still fluttering at the thought of spending more time with Taylor in this setting.

Taylor motioned toward a couch in the corner, and Daisy took a seat, watching as Taylor moved around the room, adjusting a few settings and chatting with the sound engineer. There was an ease to the way Taylor moved, as if she was completely at home in this space. It made Daisy's heart swell with pride for her—seeing how focused and in control Taylor was.

Soon, Taylor put on a pair of headphones and stepped into the recording booth, her face lit with a look of determination. Daisy watched as Taylor's lips moved silently, preparing herself for the moment. The room fell into a hushed quiet as the music began to play, and Taylor's voice came through the speakers.

Hearing Taylor sing live, watching the way she poured her heart into every note, took Daisy's breath away. There was so much emotion in her voice—raw and powerful. Daisy's chest tightened as she realized how deeply she was affected by Taylor's music, by her very presence. It wasn't just admiration anymore; it was something deeper.

As Taylor sang, she felt the familiar pull of the music, the way it wrapped around her like a second skin. But this time, something was different. She could feel Daisy's presence in the room, watching her, and it made everything more charged, more alive. Every note she sang felt like it was meant for Daisy, like she was sharing a piece of herself that she had never shown anyone before.

When the song ended, she stepped out of the booth, pulling off her headphones. Her heart was still racing, but not just from the music. It was from Daisy. The way she was looking at her, eyes wide with awe, made Taylor's pulse quicken.

"Wow," Daisy breathed, standing up from the couch. "That was... incredible, Taylor."

Taylor felt a rush of warmth at the compliment, but there was something else too—something more vulnerable. She had never cared this much about what someone thought of her music. "Thanks," she said, a little more softly than she intended. "I'm really glad you're here. It's... different with you."

Daisy's gaze softened, and she stepped closer, closing the gap between them. "It's different for me too," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

They stood there for a moment, the air thick with unspoken words. Taylor could feel the pull between them, that undeniable connection that seemed to grow stronger every time they were together. She wanted to reach out, to pull Daisy into her arms and kiss her, but something held her back—something that told her to savor this moment, to let it build.