I woke up this morning at 6 O'clock. I was so ecstatic. Yet I would not believe it until I saw Taylor, standing right there. I quickly packed one pair of jean shorts, a pair of sweatpants, a pair of jeans. I also packed a tank top, and a t-shirt, with a lemon, staring at a lemonade saying "Mom?" as well as an off the shoulder top. I threw in a pair of navy blue converse. I sighed at my meager belongings as I tossed in my Ipod nano, and my phone and charger. I was probably the only one that had the oldest of cellphones, the big, bulky, flip phone. We couldn't afford any much more. I slipped on my purple "Speak Now" wristband my best friend had bought me from Taylor's concert, when Tay had came here (I didn't go) . The only Taylor thing I had. My mom worked three jobs to support us and this appartment. I sighed, my dream was to be a professional, at anything to do with music. I looked over my possessions again, embarrassed. I slipped into my best clothes, a dark purple tank top, with a white jean jacket, white jean shorts, and purple converse. I slipped into a purple headband to contain my long auburn hair. I didn't look half bad. To bad I only had two pairs of shorts. I really didn't have enough clothes for two weeks. I would be staying with tay in LA for a week while she did her 4 days of concerts there. She also had an autograph signing after the last day of the concert, then we had two days to do whatever. Then we had to move on to go to Nashville for the CMA awards. I would have to stay at the hotel. I obviously wouldn't be allowed to go. Oh well. I would have a blast! I heard the sound of a car approaching, and just as my mom called my name I lugged my carryon down the stairs, running as fast as I could. Taylor, here I come.
