#all of my edits on tiktok do amazing soo...

[gilbertgoosey]

---- "HEAVEN SAYS"

tiktok is gilbertgoosey

[catch1ngmoths]

Your writing is amazing!!:3(this is my second time putting in a request for you, and I will be coming back again and again)

Could you do reader x joost (gn reader) where reader is autistic and got very overstimulated and overwhelmed at one of joost concerts (reader is dating joost and reader always goes on tour with him) so reader went somewhere more quiet and after joost got done with his concert he always goes to reader but joost couldn’t find reader andddd idk how to end this SOO you can think of something!:3 anything really idm!!

HAVE SN AMAZING DAY/NIGHT (^‿^✿)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ WATERMELON ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “I’m a watermellon slammed into your driveway, crack me open so I feel the air inside me…like a tounge-tounge, in my eardrum dum dum. Music boyfriend I’m your yum yum, call me and i come." - John + Jane Q public𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

Summary: your autistic and during one of Joosts concerts you feel overstimulated and hide out in one of the backstage. When Joost is done preforming he immediately cradles you and makes you feel nothing short of loved.

Note: This is a draft from 4 MONTHS AGO, I’m so sorry for being so late blah (all credits for the edit above go to multifandom.astar on TikTok!) WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS I LOVE YOU x 100000!! THIS IS BASED OF MY AUTISM, IT MIGHT NOT BE LIKE YOURS BUT I HAD NOBODY ELSE TO GO OFF SO I BASED READER OFF MY OWN STRUGGLES!!!!! if you don’t like bugs then…just pretend you do :,(

Warnings: overstimulation and little panic from Joost but overall just tooth rotting fluff

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As the second performance nears, Joost takes a moment to get himself ready. Fixing his hair, checking his appearance in the mirror, making sure everything is perfect for the show. He can already feel the rush of adrenaline starting to course through his veins, knowing that it will only grow stronger once he's on stage. But today, there was an added aspect of nervousness and anticipation due to today's crowd and the task of making sure he could provide the best experience for you.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves before walking out into the backstage area. He sees his DJ’s preparing and finishing up the final checks before the show, all of them buzzing with the familiar energy of an impending performance. His eyes scan quickly through the crew, looking for any sign of you, hoping to see you and ease his mind somewhat

You’re standing in the front of the crowd, crouched down looking at a beetle. Your bulky headphones cover your ears as you smile softly at the stag beetle that walks on the grass, stag beetles are your favorite!! Joost can't help but spot you in the front of the crowd, standing out amongst the sea of people waiting to enter the venue. He smiles when he sees your form crouched down. From his vantage point, he can't quite make out what you’re looking at, but he can guess it's probably some small creature, given your love for insects.

His heart feels a mixture of affection and worry, knowing that you’re probably feeling a little anxious and uncomfortable in the large crowd. His heart was right, call it lovers instinct but you were more anxious then you thought you’d be. This crowd was loud and wild even before the show started, the delicate little beetle on the ground was the only thing that seemed to be distracting.

He watches you from a distance, noticing the way you seem to be engrossed in admiring the beetle. He can see the slight tension in your shoulders, the way you seem a little on edge. He knows you well enough to recognize the signs of your anxiety even from where he stands. He wants to walk over to you, comfort you, and assure you that everything will be alright, but he knows that this is something that for now - you’ll have to handle on her own. So he just continues observing from afar…

You chuckle and smile down at the beetle, so cool, it could do no wrong, just natures beautiful creatu- *CRACK!!* a shoe steps right on the brown beetle making your eyes widen as the shoe disappears as quickly as it came. The beetles squished body makes you frown and bottom lip tremble. Joost sees the change in your expression as a shoe crushes the beetle you were admiring, and he can't help but feel a pang of sympathy. He knows how much you love insects, and seeing the disappointment and sadness on your face makes his heart ache.

He clenches his fists at his sides, his protective instinct flaring up as he watches you visibly upset by what just happened. He desperately wants you to look up to at least give you a look of comfort and reassurance, but before he can act, the crowd begins pouring into the venue, and the show is about to start.

You stare down at the dead creature before scooping it up in your hands, standing up from where you were once crouched down. You hold the beetles in your hands, that cute little thing was the only thing distracting you from your rising feeling of dread. The crowd around them continues to buzz with excitement and anticipation, but all he can focus on is you. The show finally starts and you wince when you hear the loud buzz of the music, you look up with wide eyes. Hoping to see - now your only form of comfort, the star of the show and your beloved, Joost.

Joost can see her wince at the loud noise of the music, his heart clenches again as he sees you seeking comfort in the midst of the chaotic scene. He wants to go to you right then and there, but he knows he has a job to do. The lights flash and the music begins, the crowd's cheers drowning out any other sound. He takes a deep breath, focusing on the performance, but his eyes frequently dart over to where you’re standing, watching your every reaction carefully.

You hold the dead beetle in your closed hands and while just the sight of joost calms her- her emotions are too much, its not enough, everything was too loud. Too close. Too much.. he performs, the words and music flowing effortlessly out of him as he puts on a show, but his mind is partially elsewhere. He glances over at you every chance he gets, his heart aching as he sees you holding the dead beetle, obviously feeling overwhelmed by the loud noises and the large crowd.

He tries to keep his focus on the performance, but he can't help but worry about you, wondering if she's managing okay despite the noise and chaos. You turn to look around nervously, almost frantically as you see everything going on. Even with your headphones on it was just too much, you just wanted you be in joosts arms but knew you couldn’t. You could feel your breathing quicken by the second

Joost watches you from his peripheral, noticing your breathing is rapid, and he knows you’re on the verge of a panic attack. His singing falters at the sight of your distress, wanting to do nothing more than stop the show and run to you but he forces himself to keep performing. His body moving and singing on autopilot, all the while his mind is racing, desperately wondering how he can comfort you.

You whimper and decide you could go backstage but that would mean going though the large, ruthless crowd… you clutch the beetle as you take a breath and close your eyes before swiftly turning and making your way through the crowd in hopes to make it backstage. You close your eyes tightly, taking in a deep breath before turning and forcing yourself to start pushing through the crowd. The jostling and noise makes your heart pound, but you keep your focus on getting backstage, on finding some kind of comfort and relief. Joost continues to perform, his eyes on you every now and then.

People push into you and bump into you, making you wince and whimper each time. You feel your closed eyes start to become glossy in overstimulation. You manage to make it backstage, slipping into his dressing room and finding some semblance of safety and comfort. You takes a few deep breaths, steadying herself after the arduous journey through the crowd. The room is quiet, a stark contrast compared to the loud environment you’ve just escaped. You know it will be some time before he's done, but just being away from the crowd and loud music makes you feel slightly better.

You cradle the beetle in your hands, feeling tears in your eyes at the sight of the innocent creature die for the crime of being small. “M’sorry little thing..” you coo and wonder how joost is feeling. You press a soft kiss to the beetles head before stepping outside into the backstage area and searches for a spot of soft grass, determined to give the beetle a proper burial. You dig into the soft ground, creating a small resting place for it, before gently placing the beetle there and covering it with the upturned soil.

He's finally about to wrap up the last song. The adrenaline is still coursing through him, but he can't wait to see you again, to make sure you’re alright. He finishes the song, the roar of the crowd only a dull hum in his ears. He rushes off the stage, his mind fully fixed on you. He makes his way backstage, heading straight for his dressing room... you sit on one of the couches, legs pulled up to your chest and arms wrapped around, resting your chin on your knees. You sigh and wait for joost, not knowing when he’d be there

He finally reaches the dressing room, opening the door and stepping inside, still wearing his rocker performance outfit. He looks over at you, a mix of worry, love, and relief washing over him. "Schatje..." He takes in your posture, noticing the way your sitting, your legs pulled up to your chest and your arms wrapped around. He quickly closes the door behind him before walking over to you with quick, but controlled steps.

You look up startled at the sound but relaxes as you see your lovers worried face, you immediately frowns and get off the couch. You lunge into his embrace quickly as he coos. Joost catches you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around your frame. He holds you close, relishing the feeling of your body pressed against his. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent and letting the relief of knowing your safe wash over him. “Oh, schatje... I was so worried about you..."

You snuggle deep into his chest as he pulls you to sit down on his lap on the couch, he cradles you as he rubs shapes into your skin. “How are you feeling honey?” He asks with a frown, “I’m better now - it just got too much” you respond with a slight shrug. “I know mijn liefde, you can come back here anytime okay. I’m proud of you for dealing with it without me, I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything to help you” he sighs

You don’t have to respond, you both have a silent agreement of understanding between you both. “Y-your shows over.? You don’t have to do anything else..?” You ask as you look up at him with a tilted head. He chuckles softly at your question, his heart swelling with affection as he holds your face in his hands - pressing soft kisses to your eyelids. "No, schatje, the show is over. I don't have to do anything else now. I'm all yours tonight."

You smile gladly at him with a nod, “could we go back home.?” You mumble softly. He feels his heart skip a beat at the sight of your smile, your simple words making him eager to give you anything your heart desires. "Of course, schatje. We can go back to my place. Let me just grab my things and say goodbye to a few people, and then we’ll head out." He gently squeezes you in his arms, unwilling to let go of you just yet. “How about I pick up your favorite on our way back?” He smiles.

You gasp and nod with a hum of approval and a soft smile, the sound of your favorite food with your favorite person sounded like heaven after everything. He chuckles at your reaction, shaking his head before pressing a long kiss to your head in affection. “I love you schat..” he says against your hair, you wanted to stay in his arms forever. Forever protected and loved. “I love you joost..”

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EDIT: im so dumb I didn’t read the request all the way like a DUMBASS so it’s different from the og request. I’m so sorry I’m fucking STUPID 💔💔

[tpwkwriter]

‘Vougue darling’

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- influencer!y/n doing her makeup for vogue and gets interrupted ☁️

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“I’ll be quiet babyy” H whines begging to joined the girl in her video

“This is for vogue darling” she smiles plonking down her makeup bag into the sink.

“Stilllll”

“Jus’ wanna watch” he added, leaning his tall, muscular frame onto the door frame, y/n took one look at his pouty lips and tousled fluffed hair

“Fine” she murmured against his lips

“But you’ve got to let me get on” she continued pressing her lips to his.

The girl continues to lay out all the products she intends to use throughout the video and set up her camera on the windowsill of the bathroom window.

“Y’look pretty” he shyly implies

“Thank you baby” she blushes twirling in her light blue silk robe and pulling the white towel from her damp wavy hair

“I’m gonna start now okay, so get comfy”

He walks into the shared bathroom shutting the door behind him, pressed a kiss to his loves temple and sits on the closed toilet seat beside where she was standing.

“Hello everyone, it’s y/n y/l/n here,and um I’ve been nominated by vogue to show my makeup routine” she began

“And if you can’t tell already, I’m joined by my number one fan” she smiles motioning towards H

For most of the video H was absolutely in a trance of the girl, the way her face moved when she was applying products, to the way her soft voice spoke towards the camera, he wondered how he really got this lucky to have such an Angel.

“And this is another one of my favourite products, I’ve been using this fo-“

“I love you” he blurted

The girls cheeks heat and her mouth curls up into a small smile.

“Thank you H” she sighs

“Love you too” she gushes continuing with her video.

It wasn’t long until she finished up her video and sent it off too vogue, too finish it off, once she was finished she cleaned up all her products and was finally able to give her lover some attention.

“Did you think that went well?” She asked, still focused on clearing up.

“Darling, you did amazing” he replied, standing up and wrapping his arms around her waist, enjoying the natural scent of her.

“Hope so, it’s the biggest thing, I think I’ve ever done, y’know it being vogue and all”

“Don’t stress yourself out Angel, you did wonderful, m’sure your fans will love it” he confirmed, turning her around in his arms so he can easily access her lips for a kiss.

“How about you get comfy, and I’ll get dinner for us?” He asked

“Sounds good” she smiles kissing him once more.

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Within 2 hours the video was released and was already trending at number 3 on Twitter, screenshots from the video where gushed over by both y/n’s and Harry’s fans, many comments included: “ the way he’s looking at her!!” Or “soo jealous of them” this also included edits that the fans had made of the video

You felt as if your could burst, everything seemed to go perfectly, scrolling further on Twitter 95% of fangirls are frantic over the section of the video he said ‘I love you’ which even you found fair enough 3years into the relationship and butterflies would still erupt when he phrased that.

“Food will be here soon love, ordered your favourite” he claims seating himself almost on top of the girl.

“Thank you baby” she giggles keeping her eyes glued to the phone.

“What y’ laughing at”

“Cant laugh like tha and not tell” he pouts

“Just watch” she smiles handing over phone

The phone revealed a compilation on tiktok that had been fan made of all the times he gave the the girl heart eyes through the vogue video, they had just filmed, throughout the quick compilation he looked at her in complete awe and love, and the comments went frantic.

“Quite the lover boy hey?” She teases

“Cant not look, when such a girl is in-front of me love” he smiles kissing her temple.

“Plus it’s all for ‘vogue darling’” he teases thinking of the remark you made this morning.

He instinctively pulls her into his lap, keeping his arms around her waist and resting his head on hers.

“Just admit you love me, I mean, your quite cute at times y’know” y/n mutters once again on his lips

“At times? Thought I was cute all the time” he says acting offended

“Shut up” she laughs, kissing him more

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[theswiftarmy]

#17 – We Go Live In Five Hours!

Scene 17: The Microsoft Theater at L.A. Live - Downtown Los Angeles - Daytime, Interior – Twelve O’clock Noon exact on Sunday November Twenty-Fourth, Twenty-Nineteen.

FINAL DRESS REHERSAL FOR THE AMERICAN MUSIC AWARDS

TAYLOR SWIFT, POINT OF VIEW: Watches as the show director for the American Music Awards, Jeffery, tells the show’s stars sitting in audience seats that they must run the entire show from the top as a full dress rehearsal, again.

CHANGE CAMERA SHOT, we ZOOM in on Taylor Swift, slowly, panning from a full shot of the stage.

WRITER: Oh yeah, this is good stuff.  I really should start writing this as a screenplay from here on out, so that way after Taylor Swift finds it and reads it, and then sends it over to her friends that made that “Cats” movie—and I am in turn contacted by Taylor herself along with a big time studio in Hollywood to get this masterpiece made into a movie, the screenplay will already be ready!  And THEN I can be all like, hey Steven Spielberg, you want in on this? And he’ll be all like… “Cut it, print it, ship it, sell it, baby!”  Or whatever snazzy jazzy lingo it is they use out in Hollywood—

EDITOR: Uh, I hate to break it to you, but this is never going to be a movie.  Can we talk about this?  First off, you’re never going to get all these people to agree to be IN a movie together in real life, what with the bad blood and all.  Plus, you do know that’s just not how it works… The process of getting a movie made is so much more complicated than posting awkwardly written fan fiction online for your idol to stumble upon it and fawn all over your wordplay—

WRITER: Just trample on my dreams why don’t you?

EDITOR: I’m just telling it like it is!  Dude, I’m not trying to let you down… But that’s not at all how Hollywood works!  Plus, I doubt Taylor is ever going to even see this story, she’s REALLY busy these days and you tend to ramble on and on in some sections, you should definitely be a little more concise instead of meandering around making your point, but keep dreaming…   Keep telling yourself: “Oh, look, Taylor Swift is going to find some random Tumblr novel about her and sit there reading the ENTIRE thing post by post completely captivated by your every word…”  Because THAT’s realistic!  Let me let you in on a little secret though, I don’t know how I feel about Taylor, I mean, have you read some of the stuff online about her?  The gossip against her…  Maybe you’re better off not capturing her attention… She could bad news my friend.

WRITER: Why don’t you go edit something?

EDITOR: Oh, yeah, because that’s a come back.  Why don’t you go right something?

WRITER: AH-HA!  See… And you call yourself an editor… don’t you mean WRITE something!?

EDITOR: No.  I mean what I said, ‘right’ something—right a ship that’s sinking fast—right something that’s going wrong…. Like this story, that’s going nowhere fast.

PRODUCER: Ohhhhhh… Sick burn!  Sick.  Burn.

WRITER:  Just leave me alone and stop crushing my dreams.  I know it’s never going to be a movie, I know Taylor is never going to read it—you don’t think I know that?  I know that… Just let me at least dream while I write this scene and stop being so mean.

EDITOR: Look at you, Mr. Poetic.  Alright… I’m gonna go play some Xbox, call me when you’re done.  Come on producer, I’ll let you pick the game.  We’ll leave the writer to his “dreams”.

EDITOR AND PRODUCER EXIT STAGE LEFT, THEY LAUGH AS THEY SLAM THE DOOR SHUT, WRITER STARES OUT WINDOW WATCHING SNOW FALL, SAPPY MUSIC PLAYS.  ZOOM IN ON WRITER FOR SHORT MONOLOGUE.

WRITER: If only I could make the Editor understand.  I just don’t see things the way he does.  I don’t see how a girl that makes such wonderful things, could be bad.  Look at this story!  Isn’t it neat?  Wouldn’t you think it’s cool and complete?  About a girl, a girl who has… Everything.  A trove, of treasures untold!  How many wonders can her song catalogue hold… Looking at her, well you’d think, sure, she’s got everything! She’s got catchy songs a plenty!  She’s got singles and albums galore.  You want music videos?  SHE’S GOT TWENTY!  But who cares, no big deal, she wants more.  I want to be where Taylor’s people are… I want to sing and be there dancing!  Hanging out with all her, what do you call them?  Oh, Swifties.  Being a fan of hers is cool and all but I want to do more than just jumping and dancing.  I want the cameras rolling along with a catchy musical… What’s that word again?  Oh yeah, beat… Up where they talk, up where it’s fun, up where they sing all day in the sun… Swiftie and free… Wish I could be, part of that world.  What would I give, if I could make movies with Taylor… What would I pay, to spend a day part of Taylor Swift’s band … Bet you she’s grand and understands and doesn’t reprimand someone’s daughters.  Bright young women, Swiftie women, taking a stand!    And I’m ready to join with her, ready to go!  Ask her a question, and get some answers… What’s her favorite cover song and how long did it take her to, what’s the word… Learn?  When’s it my turn, to make a movie about love, a lover for sure, she is she’s a lover in love… As everyone can see…  Sigh.  Wish I could be, part of that world… Maybe they’re right.  Maybe it’s silly to dream.  But what if Taylor never dared to follow her own dreams!  If she never picked up a guitar or played a single note on the piano.  What if she never tried at all, how many Swifties would be Swiftieless!  How many lives has she positively impacted with her music, with her kind words, with her retweets and reblogs on Tumblr, with her fan photo hearts, her genuine heart… and all her creative works of art…

WRITER SIGHS.  Writer continues tay-ping into the night on the computer keyboard…

“Everyone!  We’re going to do it again.  Because, right now?  I can’t.  I just can’t… I can’t even handle it. I can’t even look at it, I can’t even think about it, I can’t even say I can’t about it…”

“Calm down Jeff.  Okay?  Just breathe.  We’re gonna get it right.”

“Carol… It’s just… Everything is mess.  We go live at eight!  EIGHT!  They’re acting like it’s still tech week!  WE GO LIVE AT EIGHT!!!  And that’s New York time, which means we go live at FIVE here in L.A.”

“It’s okay.  You’re stressing yourself too much.”  Carol King stood on the stage with the director of the American Music Awards, Jeffery, attempting to reassure him.  A stage manager also stood nearby for backup should Carol’s efforts go in vain.

“Those two crack me up.”  Selena sat in the audience seat to the left of Taylor.

“Well, it does need to be perfect, Selena.”  Taylor reminded her.

“Speak for yourselves, I’m already perfect, did you see me during Tik Tok… NAILED IT.  And my new song… Oh HELL to the yeah.”  Kesha kicked her feet up and put them on an empty seat just to the left of Selena.

“Watch it!” Selena said turning her head slightly.  “I just had my hair done!”

Kesha wiggled her barefoot toes close to Selena Gomez, just inches from the new hair-doo, egging her on, Selena made a grossed out face shifting over in her seat closer to Taylor.  Kesha sat up. “WAIT!  You guys, I just had an idea!!!  I should make a TikTok video, during Tik Tok!”  Kesha impulsively yelled her idea immediately up to the stage, “JEFFY!  Can I record a TikTok while I perform Tik Tok during my set?!”

“NO KESHA!”  He shouted back from the stage.

“Way to ruin my dreams.”  She said sulking back into her seat.  “It’s my creative expression, I should be able to do whatever I want.”  Kesha made a pouty face.  She went back to trying to pretend to touch Selena’s hair with her toes.

“Taylor, I know it needs to be perfect, but he’s stressing out so much.  KESHA!  Stop, that’s soo gross.”  She turned around and stuck her tongue out at Kesha.  Kesha laughed then let up and moved her feet away.  “Ugh…  Poor guy.  He practically runs this whole thing.” Selena sighed. “I mean yes, there’s a ton of other people behind the scenes, but it all falls on his shoulders.”

“EVERYONE!!! WE GO LIVE IN…” He looked at his watch, “FIVE hours.  It’s NOON!  The show starts at EIGHT Eastern Standard Time, which means we pull the curtain at FIVE O’CLOCK PACIFIC TIME!”

“We know Jeffery.  Just chill out man.  Jeffy you’re gonna get your pants in a Jeffy jiffy twisty.”  Ozzy yelled in his Ozzy Osbourne voice from his seat as he turned and high fived Post Malone.

“Right on.”  Post laughed, and then sipped his beer.  “Just take it as it comes and carry on.”  He toasted to the stage with his bottle of beer and then clinked glasses with Ozzy.

“Post!  It’s only noon.  How are you already drinking?”  Lizzo said looking over two seats.  “Also, did they open the bar yet or what?  This girl gotta get her drink on too.”

“Nah, B-Y-O-B, they won’t serve until after the red carpet…  You want one?”  He opened a cooler with a six-pack of beer.

“Ummm, I’ll wait.”

“Suit yourself.”  He reached in and cracked open two more handing one to Ozzy.

“Ozzy!  It’s only noon!” Sharon said slapping Ozzy on the hand.

“Sharon… Chill out…  It’s non-alcoholic.”

“Oh, well in that case, give me one.”

“Sure thing Sharon…” Post Malone smiled and cracked open another beer handing it to Sharon Osbourne.  He pulled out a bag of Trader Joe’s chips and passed the bag around for everyone to take a handful.  Life is funny like that, one day you’re eating chips on your own solo, the whole bag to yourself—maybe with some dip, or salsa, or guacamole even, and maybe not—then suddenly the next thing you know, it’s a Post Malone party, you’re sharing the bag of chips together with Sharon and Ozzy Osbourne, and Lizzo.

Taylor turned back from Taylurking the conversation happening several seats away from her between Post Malone, Lizzo, Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne.  Just wait until you try my Fizzy Lifting Lover drinks she thought to herself.  

“At least Scooter won’t be here.”  Sara said to Taylor in a low voice, leaning over in her seat.

“I know.  But, I kind of wanted to roast him in front of everyone, watch him squirm a little.  That would have been sooooo amazing!”

“Taylor, no.  We talked about this.  You need to wait until the time is right.  We need to…” She quieted down and looked around.  “Well you know.”

“Sara, I know.  Okay?”  Taylor whispered back.

“Hey Taaaaaay…” Shawn Mendes walked by Taylor and smiled over his shoulder.

Taylor awkwardly covered her mouth, hiding a smile waiting for it to subside, when it finally did, she waved back.

“What was that?”  Sara asked noticing Taylor blushing ever so slightly.

“What was what?”

“Umm, between you and Shawn.”  Sara pointed over at Shawn now standing beside Camila Cabello.

“Nothing.  What?”

“Taylor—Is there something between the two of you?  Because if there is, as your attorney, I NEED TO KNOW!  YOU NEED TO TELL ME EVERYTHING!”  Sara raised her voice—she was almost shouting.  Billie Eilish looked up from her phone raising an eyebrow in Taylor and Sara’s direction, then turned her attention back to her phone.

“Whoa, Sara…” Taylor lowered her head sinking into her seat, “You’re making scene.”

“Sorry, I… I don’t know what came over me.”  Sara’s voice returned to her normal calm and collected tone.

“It’s okay… It’s… It’s alright.”  Taylor pushed her self slightly away from Sara in the seat; she’d never seen Sara act like that before.  Almost like Sara was a different person for just a moment.  Taylor reached down to check on the masters case and make sure it was still seated next to her, unable to make contact she looked down and noticed Sara had pulled it closer—Taylor pulled it back.

“I just need to know things, okay?”  Sara said to Taylor, making direct eye contact.  Taylor looked back up at Sara.  “To… protect you.  That’s all.  And to advise you properly…. I care about you okay?  I’m not just your lawyer, I’m a loyal Swiftie, and I’m your biggest fan.”

Taylor’s eyes drifted away from Sara and back to Shawn again.  “Riiiiight.  Okay Sara, yeah, sounds good.” She said distracted, ogling Shawn Mendes.  She felt that same dang crooked smile forming on her face.  What was that?  Why could she not help but smile every time she looked at him, SHE almost felt like a different person—She needed a distraction.  Taylor pulled out her phone and texted Joe.

Hey you…  Just wanted to say I was thinking of you!  Inset 50 heart emojis.

She clicked send.

There was a sudden commotion from one of the entranceways to the theater, “Billy Porter is in the house!”  Someone yelled.

“Oh my God Billy is here!  Sara, hold my phone.”  Taylor got up from her seat and ran over to hug him.

Sara looked at the phone in her hand; the screen was unlocked… She began to tap through a few of Taylor’s apps, her social media accounts folder named ‘My Loves’, which included the Tumblr app, Twitter, Instagram, and various other ways to connect with Taylor’s fan base, her Swifties—The pulse of the Swifties’ synchronized heartbeats in one tiny little device, she felt a wave of power rush over her, one Tumblr post, one Tweet, an Instagram photo, all of it connected to millions of Swifties, around the world, an army ready to act on Taylor’s behalf at moment’s notice.

As Taylor returned to her seat, Sara placed the phone back on her lap pretending to have never looked at it, she handed the phone back to Taylor with a reassuring smile.

“HELLO!!!  ARE WE GOING TO DO A SHOW OR NOT?  You still have to go home, freshen up, red carpet, photos, AND WE HAVE NOT EVEN STARTED THE DRESS REHERSAL… Am I the only one who cares about this?”

“Jeff, they care, okay?  It’s just that we’ve run through it 73 times.  The show is already good.”

“Good is no good, you should know that CAROL!”

Carol rolled her eyes.

“Okay everyone, everyone, let’s take it from top!  Places… PLACES!!!!”  He paused.  “Oh, Taylor, I have a note here that you had a change request to add a backing track during your performance of Lover?”

“Yes, that’s right.”  She yelled back to the stage gleefully.

“Okay, well, make sure you get that track to the sound team as soon as we finish rehearsal!”

“Oh, I will.”  Taylor’s eyes flashed Teen Wolf RED for the second time today.

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