That's My Sister ➼ tas

Chapter 8

It was 6:30pm and the arena was crowded.

We arrived at soundcheck on time, where Mom quickly introduced us to the soundcheck guys - the boss being called Taylor, who I assumed was the guy on the phone earlier - and asked if we'd mind hanging around for a bit, although we were led away before Taylor Swift turned up.

Mom had disappeared a while ago, saying she had stuff to deal with. I had shrugged in return, taking Austin to find our seats.

Before we could find someone to help us out, we were stopped by a few girls who looked the same age as me.

"Did you know how much you guys look like Taylor, oh my god," one girl giggled.

"Oh, uh, I don't really think so," I laughed in return, not really used to talking to strangers.

"And you're American as well!" The other girl squealed. "You sure you're not related?"

"Positive," Austin chuckled, giving them one of his signature grins that always made everyone around him melt.

"Taylor doesn't have any siblings, so y'know, she could always adopt you guys," the first girl laughed again.

I laughed in return, before waving goodbye and following Austin down the aisle. That was rather weird - no one had ever told me I looked like a celebrity, let alone Taylor Swift. Upon asking one of the arena's stewards where we were supposed to be sitting, he stuttered a reply and passed us onto another steward. He silently lead us back up the stairs and up to a section on the left of the stage, in which seats overlooked everything but wasn't so high up that you couldn't see anything.

I turned to look down the line that we were sitting in, eyes widening as certain people came into view...someone I recognised from a music magazine, a few people with "media: critic" badges pinned to their shirts, and then a few famous people. Ed Sheeran was sitting about six seats down from us, Ellie Goulding and Cara Delevingne sitting next to him. I blinked a few times before turning to my brother, whose eyes were busy scanning the entire arena.

"Dude," I poked his side. "Look over there." I made a small gesture in direction of the artists who were laughing at something Cara had said.

"Oh, sweet," he gasped. "These seats are usually reserved, y'know."

"So how did we end up here?"

"Probably because actual seats were sold out and mom works here, I don't know," Austin turned back to his phone as I peered over and checked the time. 6:50pm. It was going to start in ten minutes, the arena was pretty much packed and I had no idea where mom was.

As if on cue, she sat down in the seat next to me, a little flustered.

"You alright?" I turned to her.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry," she gave me a smile. "This should be good."

I turned back to look at the stage as the lights went down and screams erupted from the audience.

-

As the concert drew to a close, I couldn't stop smiling. I'd never disliked Taylor Swift's music, I found it rather good a lot of times, but I really appreciated it more following that performance. It was amazing, seeing how much energy she put into every second of it and how much she wanted to please the fans.

I watched as people began filing out of the doors, and I watched as mom smiled at a few of the reporters that were seated next to us. A few seconds later we got up from our chair and followed mom towards the side doors of the stage.

"Where are we going?" Austin questioned, walking beside me.

"Oh, uh, I have a few things to finish up, and uh," she smiled nervously. "You guys can come backstage and you might meet Taylor."