Rose is a runaway. She ran away when she was 13, joing a group home in hopes to be taken anywhere but her parents house. It hasn't happened yet. No one wishes to take care of a 16 year old. At least, that's what she thought, until she saw Taylor Swi...
The hotel felt empty when I woke up, with no aromatic smells coming from the kitchen. Without Rose there, I had to get up and make breakfast for one. I decided to just order room service today, before pickup up my phone to some notifications.
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I put my phone down after replying, hearing a knock on my door and my guard's voice coming through the door. "I have your breakfast, Miss Taylor. Here or in the kitchen?" I made sure my blanket was over my waist, before telling him to come in.
"Thank you, Mike! Did you eat yet?" I asked, and he shook his head. "Here, go get yourself something," I said, smiling as I gave him my card. I did that a lot with Colin, and Mike just started so I wanted to make sure he was comfortable and trustable. It had a limit of 100 dollars at a time. After he stared a bit, he left, closing the door behind me. As I ate, I texted Tree, smirking as I remembered my plans for Rose today.
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I Taylurked on Twitter, liking outfits on my alternate account disguised as a fan account. Each one was stunning. I finished up quickly, then got ready to leave. The hotel was actually in the stadium, so I just went down an elevator to the dressing room. Mike met me down there with a bag of McDonald's. I looked at my phone. He had only spent about 10 bucks. I smiled, and he handed me the credit card back. "Thank you!" I said, putting the card back where it belonged. I open the door to my dressing room to see my mom sitting on her phone. "Morning, mom!" I said, putting my purse and phone down and hugging her.
"Morning sweetie. Coffee is in the fridge. I know you said you like tea better on concert days, but I know you must feel weird without Rose here for the first time in a couple months," she said, patting my back. I gasped, grabbing my coffee and sipping. It was still warm, and it seemed like it was brewed at my favorite coffee shop in New York City; a Dominican coffee shop that specifically used a different type of kettle. I always felt it was better that way.
I started stretching and doing my morning routine, when my mom looked over my shoulder and pointed out something. "Rose is texting you," she said picking up my phone and reading the notifications. "She said, and I quote ' Taylor help, Tree is kidnapping me' and 'she said I'm shooting a video' with a lot of panic emojis at the end." I laughed.
"Yeah, she's in the music video for that one vault track," I replied, putting my hair up and starting my make up. "She didn't know about it though. But I think she'll be fine."
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Rose
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"Tree, it's only 10 AM, why am I getting dragged out of bed with my gi- friend?" I asked, almost letting it slip. I yawned, being dragged out after brushing my teeth and hair to the car with my phone and a change of clothes.
"Taylor arranged an activity for you, but I heard from Colin that you sent him home because he was sick. I'm in charge of you today," she said, quick and efficient. Harley texted me, but I just texted her back with a reassurance that I was fine and reiterated what I had already texted Taylor. about fortyish minutes later, the car stopped finally and parked. I looked out to see a studio.
"Taylor arranged for you to be in a music video. Come on." I followed closely, walking into the set. There was a big crew, and a familiar face that I had seen before Tree opened her arms and wrapped the person in a hug. "Taylor!"
"Jacob?" I asked. I knew Taylor and Taylor were friends, but I didn't think I would be meeting the werewolf from Twilight in messy hair in pajamas.
"I'm guessing this is Rose. Hi, I'm Taylor. You can call me today if that's easier." I shook my head.
"I sometimes call Taylor that."
"We can figure something out," he said smiling.
"She needs to get ready," Tree said, steering me to dressing room. "OK, do you have a preference in clothing?" I thought about it. The only objection I had to close was short shorts and things that were too revealing. "Well she's not gonna do that in the music video. Come on." She got me dressed in the spy outfit. There was a big van on the set now, and cameras were being propped up in different angles. A video of Taylor was on these huge TVs inside of the van itself, entry motion to me to be silent. They started shooting. This one girl was typing on a computer as Taylor's mouth was lip syncing to a song. All we heard was a metronome. She led me to this huge building, dimly lit so it looked like nighttime.
"Hi! You must be Rose. I'm Johnny, I'm leading the shooting until Taylor comes back. Do you have a script?" I shook my head.
"No sir." Johnny reached behind him and handed me something small. A script titled "I Can See You".
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After 8 hours of shooting, I was let go. Tree took me back to Harley's house, where Harley immediately wrapped me in a hug and dragged me inside. Once Tree had seen that I had gone inside safely, I saw her car depart, and I kissed my girlfriend. "Hi."
"Where were you?" she asked, worried.
"I can't tell you, I think I can get in trouble. It was Taylor related, though. Come on, let's get ready for the show."
