The Last Time (sequel to Adopted by Taylor Swift)

Chapter 86

taylor pov

as sam was opening the show i was freaking out backstage, "what if they don't like it? what if they don't like what i do on this tour?" i said, freaking out about myself.

"thank you guys! have an AMAZING night alright?!" sam shouted and everyone screamed.

she ran backstage and into my room.

"hey. what's wrong?" she said.

"what if they don't like it sam? this is something completely different." i said nervously.

sam walked over, grabbing my shoulders, "hey. mom? listen okay? you are amazing. you're taylor fricken swift. you can do all things. they will love it. you've been rehearsing and i love every part of the show and i know they will too. it's just another show. you've done 6 shows so far. you can do this. just remember, orlando, florida."

i chuckled, "thanks."

i sighed and looked at my phone.

"stop thinking about him. if he hasn't called that's his damn fault okay? just go out there mom and be the grammy winning singer you are." sam said and hugged me.

i nodded and kissed her cheek and she walked out with me.

"break a leg-not actually but. you know." sam said and i laughed, "i love you."

"i love you more." she said.

"not possible." i said and winked.

i got on the floor thing and the opening to state of grace played as i rose behind the red curtain,

  "I'm walking fast through the traffic lights
Busy streets and busy lives
And all we know
Is touch and go
We are alone with our changing minds
We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds or fades in time

the curtains opened up and i lifted my arm up, making silky movements.

And I never (never) saw you coming
And I'll never (never) be the same

You come around and the armor falls
Pierce the room like a cannonball
Now all we know is don't let go
We are alone, just you and me
Up in your room and our slates are clean
Just twin fire signs
Four blue eyes"

i smiled brightly at the whole crowd.

their signs popped out at me and i felt heart warmed at them singing along with my music.

it's good to be home.

sam pov

i was backstage as mom performed and my phone rang.

"hello?"

"sam?"

i smiled, "hey babe. what's up?" i said to selena.

"i need to tell you something...i just don't know how you'll take it..."

my heart was now in my throat, "sel what's going on?" i asked.

she sighed.

"selena. are the kids okay?"

"yes. yes sweetie they are." she assured.

"my sister? brother?"

"sam it's not them."

"then what is it?" i questioned.

"it's ezra...your dad."

i instantly got more freaked out, "what happened? is he okay?"

"yes but...sam i think he's cheating on your mother."