Tayvis One-Shots

rehearsals

Taylor's POV

I was in the middle of the Eras Tour rehearsals. It was a reasonably hot day, before the shows in Sydney, and I was going over the whole show one more time before the first day.

"Taylor?" Jan yelled my name. He was waiting for me to start singing. We were going through the Red era now, and we were practicing my timing to go into 22. I had obviously just stopped on the spot.

"Sorry!" I called, springing into action. As I sung, I watched Travis on the floor blow me a kiss. I had insisted he wasn't coming today, because he'd only be a distraction to me and the crew, but he tagged along anyway, saying he would provide constructive feedback.

I smiled cheekily at him before blowing a kiss back at him.

"Taylor! You missed your cue!" Mandy called, our choreographer. The rest of my dancers had already started dancing, but I had forgotten the moves right on the moment.

"What is it again?" I asked, flushing slightly as I saw Travis chuckle out of the corner of my eye. Mandy sighed quietly as I giggled subtly.

"Taylor, you always mess this part up. It's where you reach out to the red toybox and push it away from you." She reminded me, looking quite frustrated.

"Okay I'm really sorry, I'll get it right this time." I promised. "Can we run it from the start?"

Everyone on set nodded, and I walked backstage, ready to walk out yet again. The music started and I skipped out, my eyes catching on Travis again. He was clapping amusedly at me, a smirk planted on his face.

I rolled my eyes at him before raising the mic to my mouth to start singing.

"It feels like one of those nights, this place too crowded-" I stopped all of a sudden. "I sung the wrong lyrics." I said, giggling to myself.

"Taylor, you've got to focus. You're going to be on this stage performing this song in less than 48 hours, so I highly recommend you concentrate." Tree called up to me from the floor. She was standing next to Travis, insisting she'd keep an eye on him in case he tried to distract me.

"I think I need a break." I said, shrugging innocently.

"I think you do too." Travis butted in. Tree shot him a look, before giving up.

"Why doesn't everyone take a half hour break. I want everyone back here by 4:20." Tree called. Everyone walked off the stage, most of my dancers laughing and patting my back as they passed me.

I ran backstage, straight into Travis's arms. "Stop fucking distracting me!" I slapped him playfully, before kissing him hard. "I brought you along to give advice, not distract me in the middle of songs!"

"My bad." He laughed, kissing me again.

"So, I had an idea. How about I go on stage, and ride out on one of the 1989 bikes in Sydney? How does that sound." He quipped.

I paused. "Well...I guess there's no harm in trying." I giggled. "Just don't fall off the stage. Or crash into any of my dancers. How about we run that through with the team first?" I asked him.

"Of course." Travis said, almost giddily.

Travis's excitement was almost childlike as we made our way back to the stage. I couldn't help but laugh at the way he was talking about the "grand entrance" he'd make on the 1989 bike.

"Alright, everyone," I called out to my crew as we reassembled. "We're adding a little... experiment to the Sydney shows. Travis wants to try something, and I figured, why not let him embarrass himself?"

Travis shot me a mock-offended look, placing a hand over his chest. "Embarrass myself? Please. I'm going to steal the show."

My team exchanged amused glances, and I could see Tree already shaking her head like she knew this was going to be chaotic.

One of the stagehands rolled out one of the bikes, gleaming and pristine, onto the stage. Travis stepped up, running a hand over the handlebars like it was some kind of prized possession.

"Alright, big guy," I teased, crossing my arms. "Let's see what you've got."

Travis mounted the bike with all the confidence in the world, his tall frame making the bike look comically small under him. He adjusted the seat, tested the handlebars, and gave me a thumbs-up. "Ready for my debut?"

"Just don't fall and break something," Tree muttered under her breath.

The crew cleared the stage as the music for Blank Space queued up. I watched from the sidelines, trying not to laugh as Travis pedaled forward. At first, it looked like he had it under control, he rolled smoothly down the stage, his grin wide and triumphant.

But then he hit one of the small ramps designed for the dancers, and the bike wobbled dangerously. The crew collectively gasped, and I covered my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Travis leaned forward, trying to regain control, but the wobbling only got worse.

"Travis, lean back! Balance!" I shouted, barely able to get the words out through my laughter.

Instead of listening, Travis turned the handlebars sharply to avoid one of the prop boxes, and the bike skidded sideways. He managed to put a foot down to stop himself from completely toppling over, but the sight of him struggling to steady the bike was too much. The entire crew erupted in laughter.

"Okay, okay, maybe I need a little practice," he admitted, dismounting the bike and holding his hands up in surrender.

I walked onto the stage, still giggling as I approached him. "You think? You nearly wiped out in front of everyone!"

"But did you see that save?" He grinned, pulling me into his arms. "I stuck the landing."

"You stuck the landing?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Travis, you almost crashed into the prop box. We'd have had to cancel the show just to patch you up."

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Admit it, you were impressed."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop smiling. "Fine. Maybe a little. But you're not getting on that bike again without proper rehearsal."

"Deal," he said, his grin widening. "And, for the record, I think we've officially proven I'm ready for the big leagues."

"Sure, sure," I teased, poking his chest. "Big leagues, after at least a dozen more practice runs."

Travis laughed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we walked off stage together. "Whatever you say, coach. But when I nail this in Sydney, I'm taking all the credit."

"Deal," I said, smirking. "As long as you don't take me down with you."