taylor’s playing a gig at your local bar. its her band’s chance to get discovered so she’s been practicing non-stop.

one day, you go to watch her practice. god did she look hot, even in loose baggy clothes and she just had this … aura around her. and gosh, her fingers on that guitar? you’re down baaaddd.

she catches your eye and laughs, setting down her guitar and hopping off the stage to walk to you. she slips her arms around your waist and leans down to kiss you, gently patting your behind.

“hey, babe. you enjoying it so far?”