tayvis ~ invisible string

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travis's pov:

The atmosphere in the stadium was electric, and even though I’d been in my share of packed stadiums before, this felt different. The crowd wasn’t roaring for touchdowns, but the excitement was just as intense, maybe even more so. Fans were decked out in glitter, sequins, and friendship bracelets, ready to scream along to every Taylor Swift song. As soon as I walked into the VIP section with Patrick and Britney, a girl handed me a handful of those bracelets with a huge smile on her face.

I chuckled, pocketing them. I’d heard about this whole bracelet thing from Britney, apparently, it was a Taylor Swift concert tradition. But tonight, I had my own bracelet to give. A special one. A dumb idea, sure, but I’d made a friendship bracelet with my phone number on it for Taylor. It seemed like a fun way to shoot my shot, you know? The whole thing was a long shot, but I couldn’t help myself.

As we made our way to our seats in the VIP box, I couldn’t shake the idea. I had to at least try to get the bracelet to her. What was the worst that could happen? The more I thought about it, the more determined I became.

“Hey, I’ll be right back,” I said, leaning over to Patrick and Britney.

Patrick raised an eyebrow. “Where are you going? The show’s about to start.”

I grinned. “Just gotta take care of something real quick. I’ll be back in a few.”

Britney shot me a knowing look but didn’t say anything as I slipped out of the VIP area, heading toward what I hoped was the backstage area. My heart was pounding a little harder than I expected, but I was too focused to care. I figured if I could just get close enough, maybe I could slip the bracelet to one of Taylor’s people, or hell, maybe even her directly.

I found a less crowded hallway and started making my way toward what I thought was the right direction, when I felt a firm but not unfriendly hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, where you headed, man?” came a deep voice behind me.

I turned around to see a big security guard staring down at me. I opened my mouth to explain but quickly realized he recognized me. His expression softened, and he smiled, clearly amused.

“Oh, wait a minute, your Travis Kelce. I recognise you now, I've done security at your games a couple of times ”

I grinned, relieved. “Alright nah, i appreciate you for that.”

The guy chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, what are you doing trying to sneak backstage at a Taylor Swift concert?”

I laughed a little, rubbing the back of my neck. “Alright, so here’s the deal. I made this friendship bracelet" I pulled it out of my pocket, holding it up"with my phone number on it. I was hoping to give it to Taylor, you know”

He looked down at the bracelet, then back at me, and let out a deep laugh. “That’s actually kind of hilarious, not gonna lie. But you know I can’t let you backstage.”

“Yeah, I figured,” I said, feeling a bit sheepish.

“But tell you what,” he said, glancing around like he was about to do something off the books. “I’ll take it for you. I’ll hand it off to her publicist. That’s the best I can do.”

My eyes widened. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, man. I mean, come on. I’m not gonna let you walk out of here thinking I didn’t at least try for you. But don’t get your hopes up, she gets a lot of stuff like this.”

I couldn’t help but grin, feeling a weird mix of excitement and embarrassment. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”

The security guard took the bracelet from me, gave me a pat on the shoulder, and motioned for me to head back to the VIP section. As I walked back, I felt like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. Maybe nothing would come of it, but at least I’d tried, right?

When I got back to the box, Patrick and Britney were waiting for me with matching grins on their faces.

“So,” Patrick said, leaning back in his seat. “Where’d you sneak off to?”

I shrugged, trying to act casual. “Nowhere, man. Just had to, uh, drop something off.”

Britney wasn’t buying it. “Let me guess, you tried to give Taylor Swift your phone number, didn’t you?”

I froze, caught. “How the fuck do you know that?”

Patrick burst out laughing. “Dude, you’ve been talking about that bracelet for days. Did you actually try to give it to her?”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, alright, you got me. I tried. Security wouldn’t let me backstage, but the guy was cool about it. He’s gonna pass it to her publicist.”

Britney couldn’t stop laughing. “Travis, you’re a football player trying to give Taylor Swift your number on a friendship bracelet? That’s the cutest, most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

Patrick clapped me on the shoulder, still grinning. “Man, I give you credit for trying. But Taylor Swift? That’s shooting high, bro, even for you!"

I laughed, shaking my head. “Hey, you never know. Maybe she’ll think it’s funny.”

The teasing didn’t stop for the rest of the night, but I didn’t mind. Once Taylor hit the stage, everything else faded away. I’d been to my share of concerts, but this, this was something else. The way she owned that stage, the way the crowd sang along to every word… I couldn’t believe I’d even thought about giving her my number. She was on a whole different level.

Still, as I watched her perform, part of me couldn’t help but wonder if she’d get the bracelet. Maybe she’d laugh, maybe she’d toss it aside. But either way, I could say I tried.

I looked over at Patrick and Britney, still cracking jokes at my expense, and smiled to myself. Maybe the whole thing was ridiculous, but it was fun. And who knows? Maybe Taylor Swift would text me someday, hopefully.