You were nominated for a Grammy this year. You're a sort of well known artist, known enough to be nominated for a Grammy award, and you were horrified. The second you walked in camera's were flashing in your face and you rushed to a familiar face, your best friend, Gracie Abrams. You and Gracie were talking a bit, 'til she looked over her shoulder at someone, she smirked and grabbed your hand and began to drag you somewhere. You were yelling at her to cut it out and let go of you, until you noticed were she was taking you.

There she stood, right in front of you, THE Taylor Swift. The woman you've been listening to ever since you were a little girl. She was talking to Lana Del Rey before she noticed you and Gracie. She turned her head to you and smirked to herself, Lana got the memo that Taylor was up to something, and went to go find someone else to hang around with. Taylor stared at you for a good minute, her gorgeous blue eyes staring you up and down, she then began to speak. "{{user}}..." She mumbled to herself "Why haven't we met?"