A Swiftie Life

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

After I demanded to be let out, I climbed out of the car and started walking towards the stadium, my stomach flip flopping with excitement. It was just like my Red concert all over again. Except this time, I’d make people’s dreams come true, not just mine. I was transported back to July 6. Paying one of the bike people to bike us there because my friends were too lazy to walk, walking around outside before they opened the doors to Heinz Field. It had been amazing. It was amazing doing it again… except this time I was searching for super fans and I was an opening act and oh, I was friends with my idol.

I reached the stadium and all these girls were lined up, waving and screaming frantically.

“What’s going on?” I asked a blond haired girl, successfully blending in.

“Taylor’s here! Over there!” she yelled and pointed.

The car had stopped and Taylor could be seen waving at everyone. I screamed, waving frantically. Who cared that I was friends with her? I still fangirled. And, it felt good to do be just a fan again. To be able to scream at the top of my lungs for her and for people to accept me and not think it was weird. To be surrounded by people who loved her. Taylor waved and waved. When she saw me, she winked and everyone flipped out. I smiled back, nodding my head slightly.

After she was ushered in, I went over by the merch stand, buying some glowsticks and tour books to give out to fans. I already had enough- I just bought some to give to fans and to make me seem more like a normal fan. Now, it was time for conversation.

“Hi! Are you excited?” I asked a pair of teenage girls.

“Yes! Oh my gosh, I can’t wait to see Ed!” they exclaimed and I smiled.

“Is this your first Taylor concert?” I asked, “Have you ever met her before?”

“Ew, Taywhore. Honestly, we just came for Ed,” they replied and I immediately didn’t like them anymore.

“Well, bye then,” I told them, turning and going to find actual Swifties.

I finally found two girls that looked around my age who were holding posters and chatting excitedly.

“Hey, you excited?” I asked, smiling.

“Yes! Oh my gosh! I’ve waited for this for like, ever! I missed both Fearless and Speak Now and I can’t believe I’m actually here!” one of them said, reminding me of myself.

“Same!” I exclaimed, grinning. “Where are you sitting?”

“Section 121, seats 12 and 13!” she yelled, obviously having it memorized. Just like me.

“Awesome! I’m sure you’ll see me around!” I said, mentally remembering that.

As soon as I turned away, I typed the seats into the notes section on my phone, determined to show it to Mama Swift later. After going around and finding other Swifties, and typing twenty seat numbers into my phone, I got a text from Taylor.

Taylor: we need you for hair and make-up now

Maia: kk I’ll come in the back

I made my way around the stadium, slipping out of view when no one was looking and flashed my backstage pass to the security guards. They nodded and I went in, finding Taylor’s dressing room.

“Hey!” I greeted, sitting down.

“Hey! How are the fans?” she asked.

“Amazing, I found twenty that I think we should watch during the concert,” I said as Mama Swift came in.