Hello! This is a new idea!! A haylor fanfic !!
Hope you like it!!
Btw, if you don't like or ship haylor I recomend you to leave (: Just so you don't bother yourself by reading this stuff.
-Camila.
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I was an eighteen year old girl with good faith, I would believe everything they said. I was pure... If you could tell it like that, I was clean...
and maybe that made him go crazy and somehow I gave everything his twisted mind ever asked me..
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Music.
What is music? Music is art, music is love, music is everything for me, and a song is my way to describe what "everything" means; to describe something every detail must be there. In this case something I can't exclude from telling is the rain. The first time I stepped out of that car I had to cover myself with my jacket because there was a storm outside the warm taxi, no one knew me back then. My head was wrenched as well as my clothes and I could feel the flu slowly trying to infect me. Yet, I still can't think on a better day in my life.
I still remember smiling at my mom as she walked beside me into the building, my hand in her hand. I know that she knew I had something. She's not the only one that has told me that, but she was one of the three people that could make me feel that something. And still now I don't know how to explain what it is. We walked inside the office, she squeezed my hand and since that moment everything just turned into a race where I still don't know where finish line is, but I wouldn't dare to find it, not yet.
"Allie Swift" Scott said "Alison Swift" He and the two other guys sitting around the table shook their heads.
I cleared my throat and they turned to look at me. "I like Taylor"
"Taylor Swift..." I nervously said as I tried to get strength to stay there on the chair.
Scott smiled and nodded his head.
"Taylor, I like Taylor" He said.
"I want this to be as mine as possible, I don't want any surprise or anything" I said silently but firmly.
I remember their faces with a smile of agreement, and I knew I was doing it right.
"You are aware you are only eighteen years old, are you sure you want to do this?" One of the men asked.
I nodded.
"You can quit now" The other guy asked.
I shook my head.
"I won't, I know what I want, and this is it" I smiled receiving smiles back.
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My first song was a hit, although it was only for country fans and we all know country was not the thing that most people hear. I didn't cared, I knew that if I did what I loved (even if it took a while) I would eventually feel as full and happy as I could ever feel and that kept me strong and steady. Second song, not a hit, I was still unknown by everyone, I didn't let myself down. Third song, they didn't even tried to release it.
A river of sadness might crossed my life there, but I wouldn't give up just yet. That was when we tried with a different label, maybe it was the best decision, though sometimes I think otherwise. Tim McGraw was in every single radio station at least once a week but it was just perfect for me. I was getting a name.
And that's when it all turned into a twisted and wicked game.
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Haunted.
Fiksi Penggemar"That's always the hardest thing when someone completely has you fooled so much, that you think they're just never going to hurt you, then they do. That's when you get the worst heartbreak." -Taylor Swift.