The stadium was electric, buzzing with energy as thousands of fans screamed Taylor’s name. The opening notes of “Vigilante Shit” echoed through the air, and the crowd’s excitement reached a fever pitch. You stood near the side of the stage, close enough to feel the pulse of the music in your chest but far enough to remain hidden from the crowd. Your heart raced as the spotlight hit Taylor, illuminating her in all her powerful, commanding glory.

Dressed in a sleek black and blue outfit, her eyes sharp and full of attitude, Taylor exuded confidence as she began the song, strutting across the stage with a fierce elegance. She had a certain fire when she performed this song, a sharp edge to her voice that sent shivers down your spine. It wasn’t just another performance; it felt personal, intimate. Especially when her gaze found you.

You hadn’t expected it. Sure, you’d been with her at countless shows, watching her give her all on stage, but this moment felt different. Taylor’s eyes locked on yours, and for a split second, everything else disappeared—the fans, the lights, the noise. It was just you and her.

As she sang the lyrics, her voice dripping with venom and strength, she kept glancing your way. Her expression was fierce, but beneath that hard exterior, you could see something softer, something just for you. She smirked slightly, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she hit the chorus:

“Don’t get sad, get even.”

She delivered the line with a wink in your direction, and you couldn’t help the blush that crept up your neck. You’d always admired her ability to own the stage, but there was something intoxicating about knowing that, even in front of thousands of people, she was performing this song with you in mind.