Taylor Swift Imagines

32|Convinced Me

Imagine convincing Taylor to go back to music

She left for all the right reasons. She needed time for herself. From all the work that she has placed on herself, it was only right that she find time to rest. We all need that. We all need a vacation, sooner or later. We aren't built to handle stress 24/7 for 365 days. There has to be a balanced and it was time that Taylor took hers. Three years now, she hasn't gotten a guitar up. She left music all together. Being Taylor's manager's daughter, you kind of became friends with her. It was hard not to. She was nice to everyone and was genuine about it. The fame never went into her head. She was seemed perfect to you but she wasn't. Like you, she was human and people forgot that about her. They criticised everything that she did to the ever bit detail. It wasn't fair but that was the world to her. So she decided to have a break because she felt like everyone was seeing her everywhere. To you though, you didn't feel like that. It was hard to personally see people treat her like that. No one deserved that, especially Taylor.

One morning, you decided to bring her back to the music industry. The music on the radio were not the same with her voice singing her songs. Her fans missed her and some left but most stayed for her. You felt like it was your job to bring her back and you did that. Every Thursday afternoon, Taylor would go down to the coffee shop in some dress. She would order the same cup of coffee, take the seat closest to the window. She would bring out that blue black notebook she keeps with her at all times. There were her songs. Those were the songs that she never releases because it is too personal. These were her safe haven. Music was her safe haven. Once you saw that she was being hurt by not making music, you went to her. You were doing that now. You had a plan. You would tell her to come with you, bring her to the park where a random guitar sat. It was going to be her first guitar that you had to locate for a long time. You had her fans scattered around that park ready to compliment her. She was going to pick up that guitar and sing.

"Hey Taylor! Thank you for coming here." You said, giving her one of your big hugs. You sat on the seat next to her.

"So how's life?" She questions you, keeping her hands on her warm coffee cup. You told her that it was fine. It was true it was fine.

"That's good. Can I show you something? I want to suprise someone and I didn't know if it was a good spot." You explained, grabbing your phone and showing her pictures of the park. She agreed that she would come to your delight. This could happen perfectly.

Getting to the park, a two of her fans came up to her and took a picture with her. They were both wearing her shirts from long ago. It was a picture of her with long curly hair in bluebird cafe. Imagine the coincidence. When we passed the bridge that was on a small pond, there was an engagement happening. It was more of a reannactment. When you looked at Taylor's face, she was close to crying because enchanted started to play loudly. When you went around the children playing, it seemed that Taylor knew what was coming because she saw her mom on the seat.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" Taylor asks, looking at her mom and you at the same time. She was beginning to ask you what you were up to until she saw her first guitar. It was a little bit scratched at some parts but it was still a guitar that could play. She walked up to it, picked it up carefully and started to strum lyrics to long live.

Her fans started to walk up in front of her singing along to all her words. It became a small concert of some sort and you knew, that she was coming back. Music was her home. It will always be her home as it is ours.