Taylor #2

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The music blares through the rehearsal space as I try to focus on the moves my choreographer, Dani, is shouting out. My feet go through the motions—step, turn, spin, step—but I'm not really there.

Instead, I'm back at dinner with Travis. His laugh, his easy confidence, the way he made me feel like me again for the first time in...God, how long has it been?

I shake my head, trying to push the thought away. Taylor, what are you doing?

It's nothing. He's just an old friend. That's all.

Except, that's not all, is it?

There's this...thing lingering in my chest. A warmth I can't ignore. And for a second, I wonder—am I starting to fall for him? The idea hits me like a freight train, and I nearly trip over my own feet.

No. No way. That's not happening.

I just broke up with Joe. Six years together, and it still feels like I've got pieces of him stuck in my heart that I can't get rid of. It was a bad breakup. And Matty...well, that's another story.

Matty. My heart tightens a little. What we had was brief, intense, and messy. The kind of love that burns bright and fizzles out too fast. I told myself I was over it, but sometimes, late at night, I catch myself thinking about him. What we could've been.

And now there's Travis.

"Taylor!" Dani's sharp voice cuts through my thoughts, snapping me back to the present.

I blink and realize I've completely stopped moving. Everyone else is still dancing, the beat pounding through the speakers, but I'm standing there like a deer in headlights.

"Are you even listening?" Dani crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow. "You've been zoning out all morning. What's going on?"

"Sorry," I mumble, brushing a stray strand of hair out of my face. "I'm just...tired, I guess."

"Tired?" Dani snorts. "You're Taylor Swift. You've got a world tour happening, and tired isn't in your vocabulary. Snap out of it, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I say, waving her off. "I'm fine. Let's run it again."

She gives me a look like she doesn't quite believe me but doesn't push it. "Alright, from the top! Everyone, positions!"

Authors note: sorry this one is short, and sorry I haven't been uploading

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