Greatest In the League

karma is the...

Short and Sweet

Travis' POV

I had never felt my heart race like this before, and it wasn't even game day. This was something entirely different—being here in Buenos Aires, Argentina, for the first time to watch Taylor perform live on her Eras Tour. Not just like another time. This time, I was watching my girlfriend, the Taylor Swift, put on one of the biggest shows in the world. And for the first time, I was watching her as her man.

The stadium was packed—there had to be tens of thousands of people—and the energy was unreal. People were chanting her name, holding up handmade signs, and, of course, the famous friendship bracelets were being traded left and right. I'd never seen anything like it—this intense love and devotion they all had for her. It was insane but also heartwarming. She really had built something incredible with these fans.

As the lights dimmed and the opening sounds of Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince played, the crowd erupted. My heart did too. I leaned forward in the VIP tent, feeling a rush of pride. This was her world, and tonight I was getting a front-row seat to witness it. She stepped out on stage, a vision of glitter and grace, with the biggest smile on her face. I swear, every time I saw her smile like that, it did something to me.

When she reached the end of the runway, closer to the crowd, I noticed her look out toward where I was sitting. She couldn't exactly see me, but I knew that look—like she was searching for something familiar in the sea of faces. I smiled to myself, knowing I was right here for her, cheering her on in a way I'd never done before. I put my hands up and cheered extra loud, hoping she'd sense my energy. 

The first few songs flew by in a whirlwind of color, lights, and music. The whole stadium sang along to every word like it was their job, and I couldn't help but grin. Taylor was completely in her element, owning the stage with every step, every note. I found myself standing along with the crowd, nodding along to the beat. Who knew being at a Taylor Swift concert could get you so hyped?

Then came the acoustic set. It was something special, I could feel it in the air. The stadium seemed to calm, everyone waiting in anticipation to see what song she'd pull out next. She took a seat at the piano, adjusting the microphone with a small smile. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

The acoustic section had me near tears, her voice so soft and full of emotion. She was something else and I'd never take her for granted. Then, as the evening drew to a close and I heard the best of Karma sync to the step of her heels on the stage, she did the best thing that's ever damn happened to me. 

She did it. She changed a lyric for me, singing the line, "Karma is the guy on the Chiefs, coming straight home to me," and the entire stadium lost their minds. My heart skipped a beat and my hands came up to cover my red face. She did it. The crowd roared, screaming and cheering, and I could feel myself grinning like an idiot, shaking my head in disbelief and affection. I looked around and saw people pointing at me, whispering excitedly. It was surreal, but in the best way possible.

I knew Taylor, and I knew she didn't do things like this lightly. That one lyric change felt like her way of saying, "You're important to me." My chest swelled with pride and love. This girl, this incredible woman, just dedicated a line to me in front of 70,000 people. I don't think I'd ever felt so seen.

As the song drew to a close, I couldn't look away. She had just changed my life and I could never possibly show her how much I loved her. The passion she put into every word, the way she interacted with her fans like they were the only people in the world—it was magical. I found myself falling for her even more, if that was even possible.

Before I knew it, the final notes of "Karma" were playing, and Taylor was bowing to thunderous applause. I was on my feet, clapping so hard my hands stung, but I didn't care. She was amazing. She blew me away.

Backstage, I waited for her to come off the stage, my heart still pounding. I wasn't sure how to put into words what I'd just witnessed. But when she finally came through the curtain, a little sweaty, a lot tired, but still glowing, I knew exactly what to say.

She saw me and rushed over, throwing her arms around my neck. I caught her easily, picking her up and pulling her into a tight hug as I spun around in circles. I could hear her happy laughter as she rested her legs around my calves, probably too exhausted to hold them up to my hips. She smelled like her perfume mixed with the sweat of a hard night's work, and I loved it. I loved her. "You were incredible," I whispered into her ear, pressing a million kisses to her temple. "I don't even have the words for how proud I am of you."

She pulled back slightly, her eyes shining as she looked up at me. I let her slide out of my hold but I kept my arms around her waist. "You liked it?"

"Are you kidding me? I loved it," I said, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face. "I love you so goddamn much it's painful. You were... god, Taylor, you're unstoppable. And that lyric change..." I trailed off, grinning at the memory. "You know you almost gave me a heart attack, right?"

She laughed, leaning her forehead against mine. "I thought you might like that."

"Like it? Babe, that was the best thing that's ever happened to me." I kissed her again, longer this time. "I'm so proud of you, Tay. You were born for this. And you're my girl."

Her smile softened, and she pressed a hand to my chest. "And you're my guy on the Chiefs."

The rest of the night felt like a dream. We stayed backstage for a while, just the two of us, talking about the show and how much it meant to her. Every time she looked at me, I could see the love in her eyes, and it made me feel like the luckiest man alive.

Eventually, we headed back to the hotel, and as I lay next to her that night, listening to her soft breathing, I couldn't help but think about how grateful I was to be in this moment. Watching her perform had been more than just a concert. It was seeing the woman I loved in her element, doing what she was meant to do, and knowing I got to be a part of that.

As I drifted off to sleep, I realized something: it didn't matter where we were or how far apart we might be when she was on tour or I was at training camp. As long as we had moments like this, we'd always find our way back to each other.

Love,

Tash