Dreams Don't Always Come True [Taylor Swift AU]

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Taylor

I can only remember the basics of what happened in my simulation.

I was walking the Grammy Red Carpet, there were photographers everywhere. Something about the set up felt weird though.

I walked the carpet, pausing every few steps and striking a pose. It felt great to have all the positive attention.

I still couldn't put my finger on what felt so different...

I made my way into the auditorium where the awards show was to take place. I won an award, which left me smiling for the rest of the simulation.

Just when the five hours was almost up, I realized why it didn't feel right.

The fans.

There wasn't a single fan screaming my name.

I brushed this thought aside, realizing that I didn't have any real fans anyways.

That was my last thought before I woke up in the same chair I had blacked out in.

The robot re-entered my room

"How did it go?" It said in the same monotone voice.

"Very well, thanks."  I said. It was true, it felt great.

I walked out of the building and back onto the same street. I could still feel the camera flashes.

A girl started to walk towards me, and I was immediately confused. I thought I was here alone!

"Hey Taylor!" She said.

"Uhhh, hi? Do you want a picture? I'm kind of in a hurry." I respond.

"No, I don't need a picture." She responds.

"Why would a paparazzi like you not want to take a picture..?" I question.

"I'm not a paparazzi," she starts.

"Oh... Who are you then?" I ask curiously.

Who was this girl? Why is she talking to me?

"I'm a fan... My name is Violet. You used to follow me on Tumblr. At least, you followed me before you deleted it." Says Violet.

"What's a fan?" I ask, confused.

Violet

"What's a fan?" I hear Taylor ask.

My brain starts to spin. Did the simulation do this to her? The side effects were that you may forget about something or someone you love.

Did Taylor forget about her fans?

Oh no.

"Uhh..." I say.

How do I explain this? She really forgot about us.

"A fan is someone who loves you." I say.

"Why would you love me?" She asks. "You don't even know me."

I'm screwed. She doesn't know what a fan is.