Taylor Swift and Tree Paine Oneshots

Well that just happend

The rehearsal studio was a sprawling, open space filled with a maze of sound equipment, lighting rigs, and various stage props for Taylor's upcoming tour. The high, industrial ceilings stretched above, crisscrossed with metal beams, hanging lights, and catwalks that seemed to disappear into the shadows. Below, the floor was cluttered with towering stacks of speakers, amps, and cords snaking their way between them like an overgrown jungle of tech.

The atmosphere was busy but calm, with the usual pre-rehearsal hum buzzing through the air. Crew members moved about, adjusting mic stands, running last-minute sound checks, and positioning lighting rigs in perfect synchronicity with the choreography that would soon unfold. Everything was running like a well-oiled machine—until it wasn't.

"Uh, we've got a problem!" one of the stagehands called out from the catwalk high above the stage. His voice echoed through the space, immediately catching everyone's attention. "The lighting panel's fried! The circuits aren't responding."

Suddenly, the spotlights that had been casting soft golden beams across the stage began to flicker, flashing in random bursts of deep purple and red, as if someone had accidentally set them to 'disco mode.' It was a disaster waiting to happen.

Tree, who had been sitting off to the side near the stage, glued to her phone, sighed loudly. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered to herself, rubbing her forehead in frustration. "Perfect. Just perfect timing," she said, her eyes still locked on the email she was furiously typing.

She looked up and was about to tell everyone to take five while the crew sorted out the mess when, out of nowhere, Taylor chimed in from across the stage.

"I got it," Taylor said nonchalantly, the corner of her mouth quirking up into a slight grin as she stretched her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders.

Tree, not really paying attention and assuming Taylor was joking, didn't even look up from her phone. "Yeah, sure you do," she said with a distracted chuckle. "Just stay out of the way, Tay. Let them fix it."

But Taylor wasn't joking. Without waiting for permission, she darted toward the stage's side, where several large speaker stacks were set up. These weren't just any ordinary speakers; they were massive, industrial-grade sound towers, each stack towering over six feet tall, layered in a precise pyramid to optimize the acoustics for the rehearsal. The base was wider, with smaller speakers stacked up toward the top, forming a perfect climbing route—if you were crazy enough to attempt it.

Taylor was definitely crazy enough.

Tree looked up just in time to see Taylor sprinting toward the speakers. Her brow furrowed in confusion, and she stood, opening her mouth to say something—but the words died in her throat.

In one fluid motion, Taylor jumped onto the first speaker, her hands gripping the edges as she vaulted herself upward. Her feet landed squarely on the second level of speakers, and without missing a beat, she reached for the railing of the nearby scaffolding, pulling herself up with surprising agility.

"Taylor! What are you doing?!" Tree's voice was half confusion, half panic, but Taylor was already too far up to stop.

Taylor swung herself up onto the railing, her feet barely touching down before she jumped to grab hold of a higher platform. The crew below stood frozen in disbelief as Taylor, in her black leggings and casual rehearsal hoodie, climbed the stage rigging with the kind of precision and confidence that made it seem like she did this all the time.

With nimble, cat-like grace, Taylor moved between the beams and lights, as if she were navigating a carefully rehearsed obstacle course rather than the tangled mess of cords and metal scaffolding above the stage. The industrial lighting rigs didn't even creak under her weight—she was that smooth.

Tree's jaw practically hit the floor. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. "What the actual hell is happening right now?" she muttered to herself, her wide eyes tracking Taylor's every move.

Taylor was already halfway to the catwalk, where the malfunctioning lighting panel was mounted. From the ground, it looked impossibly far up—no one in their right mind would attempt to climb up there without some serious safety gear. But Taylor? She was making it look like child's play.

Tree, heart pounding, turned to one of the stagehands standing next to her, who was just as stunned. "Has she ever—done this before? Is this something she does?" Tree asked, her voice a mix of awe and confusion.

The stagehand just shook his head, eyes still glued to Taylor's ascent. "No clue. But apparently, she's good at it."

By now, Taylor had reached the top platform, her hands gripping the railing as she swung her body up with ease. She paused only briefly to catch her breath, before crouching down next to the control panel that had caused all the trouble.

Up close, the lights cast Taylor's face in a soft glow, her expression focused but relaxed. She glanced down at the frozen crew below, waving casually as if she hadn't just performed a full-on parkour routine in front of them.

"Hey, I think I can fix it!" she called out, her voice carrying through the studio with calm confidence.

Tree, still trying to process the insanity of what she was witnessing, could barely get a word out. "You are not supposed to be up there!" she finally yelled, her voice cracking slightly with disbelief. "That is NOT normal! Since when are you Spider-Woman?!"

Taylor simply smirked, tapping a few buttons on the panel and twisting a knob. A second later, the lights flickered once, then stabilized, casting the stage in the warm glow they were supposed to be in the first place.

"Got it!" Taylor said triumphantly, standing up and brushing her hands off like it was no big deal.

She made her way back down, her descent as graceful as her climb. She slid down a nearby pole, landing lightly on the stage with a soft thud. As if nothing had happened, she straightened her hoodie and dusted off her hands, looking entirely too casual for someone who had just climbed a jungle of scaffolding like a pro.

Tree was still gaping, her mind unable to keep up. She marched over to Taylor, who was now standing center stage, acting like she hadn't just blown everyone's minds.

"Okay," Tree finally said, hands on her hips, "you are NOT supposed to be able to do that. What the hell was that?! Since when are you an action hero?"

Taylor laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, that? I've been doing parkour for years. It's a fun way to stay in shape."

"Parkour?!" Tree practically yelled, her eyes wide as saucers. "You—parkour?! You've been jumping off walls and swinging off poles and you never told me?!"

Taylor shrugged, still laughing. "Yeah. It's not something that comes up in everyday conversation, you know?"

Tree stared at her, speechless for a moment, before rubbing her temples and shaking her head. "I don't even know what to say right now. You do parkour, like—actual parkour? And I've never seen this?"

"Only when I've got time," Taylor said casually, smiling at Tree's obvious disbelief. "It's just something I picked up a while back. Helps keep me in shape when I'm not touring."

Tree blinked, completely floored. "You've been doing this since when?"

"Oh, probably around 2012, maybe a little before that."

Tree threw her hands up in the air. "2012?! You've been flipping around like a ninja for over a decade and didn't think to mention it?"

Taylor grinned. "Well, now you know."

Tree took a deep breath, still struggling to comprehend what she'd just seen. "I swear, you're full of surprises," she said, finally allowing herself to laugh. "But seriously, Taylor, don't do that again. You're supposed to be rehearsing for a tour, not climbing stage rigs like an action star."

Taylor winked. "Don't worry, I've got it under control."

Tree chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. "Unbelievable. What's next, secret black belt in karate?"

Taylor smirked. "Maybe."

As Tree walked off to the side, she muttered to herself, "First parkour, now who knows what else she's hiding..."

Taylor overheard and grinned. "Better keep an eye out. You never know with me."