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𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄. ── ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🖤˚ ──
❝ but if the story's over, why am i still writing pages? ❞ - 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐒, taylor swift.
MADISON STOOD IN THE BOOTH, wearing headphones and holding the small notebook in her hands. after thirty minutes of writing, madison, jack, and taylor finished the song. the lyrics flowed easily between the three of them. it hit all of the important parts that madison had wanted.
"alright, i'll give you the countdown." jack said through the glass of the sound booth. "3.. 2.. 1."
"pull the plug in september / i don't wanna die in june / i'd like to start planning my funeral / i've got work to do~" she sang softly with her eyes shut.
"pull the plug, make it painless / i don't want a violent end / don't say that you'll always love me / cause you know i'd bleed myself cry for you over and over again"
"doomsday is close at hand / i'll book the marching band / to play as you speak / i'll feel like throwing up / you'll sit and stare like a goddamn machine"
she continued through the rest of the song. it gradually built up until the bridge.
"i'd like to plan out my part in this but you're such a narcissist / you'll probably do it next week / i don't get a choice in the matter / why would i? it's only / the death of me was so quiet / no friends or family allowed / only my murder, you, and the priest who told you to go to hell" all three of them could feel the emotion in the small studio.
it was only a matter of time before madison wrote a song this strong.
"and the funny this is i would've married you / if you'd have stuck around~ / i feel more free than i have in years / six feet in the ground"
the song was raw, and brutal, and everything that madison had been keeping pent up inside since years before she left her father. her every waking hour was spent following his rules, obeying his orders, walking around on eggshells, all to please him and keep him happy.
he was an angry man. and the angry man turned her into a mad woman. she had a very building up in her since childhood. back when she couldn't talk back because she feared of all the things that could happen.
now, she was talking back through her music. there was only one part of the song that didn't apply to him. the one lyric. "and the funny this is i would've married you if you'd have stuck around."
she didn't know how that slipped onto the page. it was effortless. it pulled like a magnet from her hand to the paper. like it need to be there. taylor and jack didn't bat an eye. they continued on with the song and let madison call the shots.
they were both just happy madison had found her writing groove again. madison sang the last line and looked over to the window showing the two. taylor was beaming with her hands together tightly as if to contain her excited outburst bubbling up.
madison searched their faces for validation, and they took that to let out their feelings. taylor started jumping and slapping jacks shoulder. jack let out an astonished laugh.
"madison, are you fucking kidding? that was insane!" taylor beamed walking over to the door and coming inside the booth. madison let out an amused laugh. the blonde quickly pulled her into an embrace. "i'm so proud of you."
"i'm proud of me too." madison nodded softly. taylor hugged her a little tighter at her words.
