[wlw]

WThe room is dark, save for the sliver of moonlight streaming through the window, casting long shadows across the floor. You’re backstage at one of Taylor’s sold-out concerts, the deafening roar of the crowd vibrating through the walls. The energy in the air is electric, and you can feel your heart pounding in sync with the distant beat of the drums.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and there she is—Taylor, still dressed in her glittering stage outfit, hair slightly tousled, eyes blazing with excitement. She locks eyes with you immediately, her gaze intense as she strides toward you, her movements swift and purposeful. There’s something magnetic about her presence, pulling you in before she even says a word.

“Hey,” she breathes, slightly out of breath but grinning as if she’s been waiting for this moment. “I needed to see you before the encore.”