Chapter 47: State of Grace
*1 month later*
BRIDGET'S POV:
I sat back in my airplane seat and closed my eyes, putting my earbuds in my ears and preparing myself to listen to the entire Red album on repeat for the flight. I loved every last song of Taylor's, but something about Red was so...breath taking and beautiful and heartbreaking. Every one of her albums formed a new scar, created a new lesson for everyone who listened to it. And I felt like this album was the biggest lesson out of all four.
The tour, amazingly, had just ended. It had been a blast, but looking back, it all came to me in a blur.
It had ended only yesterday, and me and Hunter had made a split second decision to catch the next flight to Breaux Bridge and surprise Lynette and Leo.
I was exhausted from the past almost 2 months on tour and it would be nice to go back home and just relax with Hunter's family for a few days. God only knew we both needed it. My eyes became heavy as the words to the first song on the album filled my ears.
"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 till it hurts of bleeds/or fades in time..../and I never.../saw you coming/and I'll never/be the same..."
This was one of my favorite songs of Taylor's because it was so beautiful lyrically. I think this song held some of the best lyrics she had ever written, and reminded me of Hunter and I. I was so used to finding something, only touching the surface, just for it to go again. And then he had come into my life. And I would never be the same because of it. He was the first thing I could ever really hold on to, really hold on to.
I was in this state of mind with all these wonderful thoughts, when suddenly the music began to slowly fade away....
🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹
"Baby, wake up." I opened my eyes to Hunter slightly shaking me, his blue eyes the first thing I caught sight of. I turned my head out the window, to see we were landing. The Lucky One was playing, and the words automatically began being said in my mind, because I had grown to know the lyrics so well. I pulled my earbuds out of my ears and shut off my phone for the time being. A smile lit Hunter's face and I knew he was just as happy, if not more, to be back in Breaux Bridge.
"We're home."
"Yeah baby, we are home." He agreed, smoothing some of my hair.
We had touched down by this time, and people were getting ready to flood out of the plane. We took our time, not being in any rush.
We got off the plane, walked through the terminal and got our luggage, leaving the airport. It was muggy out, hot, and I was glad I had decided to wear my white sundress and short light brown cowboy boots. I pulled my suitcase behind me, one bag on my arm. We would only be here for four days, but I felt like that would be enough to re-boost ourselves and just relax for a while before my own tour started up. I had convinced my team that for the tour, it wasn't necessary that I had an "opening act." Hunter would sing the first few songs with me, then the rest of the show would be mine. I didn't feel like I needed that extra person as long as Hunter was there. Taylor says she would have come, but she'll be pretty busy in the studio starting now.
I also convinced everyone to instead of giving me my own band, that Sam and Matt and Devo and Steve just be my band as well. Because all four guys were on board with it, the idea was passed and settled.
20 minutes later we were pulling up to Hunter's home, where he grew up and became the amazing person he was today. I was so excited to see their faces when they opened the door and saw us standing there.
