Taylor Swift and Tree Paine Oneshots

Vocal range

The stadium lights dimmed as Taylor prepared for the final chorus of Don’t Blame Me. The atmosphere was electric, the crowd singing every word with her. She could feel the energy building, and on a whim, she decided to give her fans something truly unforgettable.

When the band transitioned to the soaring finale, Taylor took a step back from the microphone, closed her eyes, and let her voice dip impossibly low. The audience gasped audibly as her tone rumbled through the speakers, deeper and more resonant than they’d ever heard.

Then, just as the music reached its crescendo, Taylor launched into the three high notes, her voice climbing higher and higher until it reached a whistle note so pure and piercing that the entire stadium went silent for a moment.

And then, chaos. Fans screamed, some with their hands clasped over their mouths, others crying out in disbelief.

Back in the VIP section, Tree Paine froze mid-clap, her jaw dropping. Her mind raced: Was that...? Did she just...? What the hell was THAT?!

Taylor, blissfully unaware of Tree’s growing fury, held the note for a few seconds before descending gracefully back into the melody. The crowd roared louder than ever, the sound almost drowning out the band.

Tree, however, wasn’t clapping anymore. She was on her feet, her arms crossed tightly, her face a mix of awe and frustration.

“Is she serious right now?” Tree muttered under her breath. She turned to one of the crew members standing nearby. “Did you know she could do that?”

The crew member shrugged, looking just as stunned. “No idea.”

Tree groaned, throwing her hands in the air. “I’ve worked with her for how many years, and she never thought to mention this? Never thought to show me she could do that?”

The crew member chuckled nervously. “Maybe it’s new?”

“Oh, it’s not new,” Tree muttered, narrowing her eyes at the stage. “You don’t just wake up one day and decide you can hit notes like Mariah Carey.”

On stage, Taylor finished the song with a triumphant smile, the fans still screaming their heads off. She gave a playful wave to the crowd, then turned to the band, clearly pleased with herself.

Tree, meanwhile, had to physically grip the railing in front of her to keep herself from marching onto the stage. “Stay professional, Tree,” she muttered to herself. “Don’t lose it in front of 70,000 people.”

As the lights dimmed and Taylor transitioned into the next song, Tree sank back into her seat, shaking her head. “Unbelievable,” she muttered. “Absolutely unbelievable.”

Later, backstage, as Taylor came bounding off the stage, sweaty and glowing from the performance, Tree was waiting for her with a look that could pierce steel.

“Taylor Alison Swift,” Tree said, her voice low and steady, “we need to talk.”

Taylor blinked, caught off guard. “What’s up?”

Tree gestured wildly, her professionalism momentarily forgotten. “That. On stage. What was that?”

Taylor tilted her head innocently. “You mean the show?”

“No, not the show,” Tree snapped. “The whistle note! The vocal gymnastics! You’ve been hiding that from me?”

Taylor laughed nervously, wiping her face with a towel. “Oh, that? I just felt like trying something new.”

“Something new?” Tree echoed, incredulous. “Taylor, you sounded like an angel and a demon had a duet! Do you have any idea what the internet is going to do with that clip?!”

Taylor grinned sheepishly. “Well, the fans seemed to like it...”

“Like it?” Tree threw up her hands. “They’re probably passing out in their seats! And you—you just decided to pull that out tonight, like it’s no big deal?”

Taylor shrugged. “It’s just a little something I’ve been working on.”

“A little something?” Tree paced back and forth. “You could’ve warned me! Or used it earlier! Do you know how much promo we could’ve done with that?”

Taylor’s grin widened. “But wouldn’t it have ruined the surprise?”

Tree stopped pacing, pointing a finger at her. “You’re lucky I love surprises, or I’d be a lot angrier right now.”

Taylor laughed, patting Tree on the shoulder as she walked past. “Glad you enjoyed the show, Tree.”

Tree watched her go, shaking her head and muttering, “I’m never going to recover from this.”