May or may not involve the conspiracy theory that when Beyoncé goes on tour someone dies just because prepared ok I'll make it up to you guys with the next chapter PLEASE DONT HATE ME 😊🫶🏻
Beyoncé stood backstage, watching the flickering lights and listening to the deafening roar of the crowd. The Cowboy Carter Tour was her moment to shine, to reclaim her crown as the undisputed queen of the music industry. But it didn't feel the same. Even now, with sold-out arenas and an adoring fanbase, Beyoncé could feel the lingering shadow of Taylor Swift's success hanging over her.
It had been nearly impossible to ignore Taylor's meteoric rise over the last few years. With every album, every record-breaking tour, Taylor's name was everywhere. The industry had declared her the new standard, the "most successful artist of all time." Beyoncé's heart burned with jealousy, her ambition bruised by the seemingly unstoppable force that Taylor had become. She knew she wasn't alone in these feelings—Jay-Z had expressed frustration over Taylor's dominance in private conversations, but it was Beyoncé who could hardly contain her resentment.
In a private suite after her first show, she sat across from Jay-Z, her hands clenched around her glass of champagne.
"I'm tired of hearing about her," Beyoncé seethed, her voice barely a whisper but thick with anger. "Everything I've built... everything I am, it's like it means nothing now. They're calling her the greatest of our time, Jay. As if I never existed."
Jay-Z reached out, squeezing her hand. "You've earned your place, Bey. But if we need to make a move... you know we can do this. It can be handled quietly."
Beyoncé nodded, a knowing look passing it Jay. "If this is what you want, Beyoncé, there are ways. Accidents happen, especially when the stakes are this high."
The three shared a dark, silent understanding, and in that moment, the decision was made.
For Taylor, life was a mixture of joy and exhaustion. At 36 and 39 weeks pregnant, she was days away from her due date. She could hardly believe it—she and Travis were about to welcome their first child, a baby girl. They'd spent months preparing, decorating the nursery with shades of pastel and warmth. She often found herself daydreaming about holding her daughter, imagining her tiny fingers and soft features.
On the night of her 36th birthday, Taylor and Travis were celebrating with close friends and family, sharing laughter and love. They had just left the restaurant, Travis's arm protectively around her, when they climbed into the car. Travis was about to start the engine when Taylor leaned over, placing her hand on his.
"I can't wait to meet her," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "She's going to change everything."
Travis smiled, kissing her hand. "She's already changed everything, Tay. Because of you."
But the happiness was short-lived.
As they pulled out onto the quiet road, a pair of headlights suddenly blazed in their direction, blindingly close and impossibly fast. Travis's reflexes kicked in, but there was no time. The car was struck with violent force, the sound of metal tearing and glass shattering filling the air. Their world spun, the impact jolting Taylor as her seatbelt bit into her, her body going numb.
When the world finally stopped spinning, Taylor lay slumped in her seat, barely conscious, her vision blurring as she tried to focus on Travis. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Travis..."
But the world around her was slipping away.
The EMTs arrived on the scene in minutes, but every second felt like a lifetime. As they worked to free Taylor from the twisted wreckage, one paramedic's voice broke through the haze. "She's pregnant. We need to get her to the hospital now."
