You were ecstatic, living through the biggest concert of the century—The Eras Tour. You had saved up and bought tickets just for yourself, planning your outfit and crafting a few friendship bracelets to wear.

By sheer luck, you’d managed to get an incredible spot in the pit, close to the VIP tent. You were having the time of your life—snapping a few photos, barely recording any videos—determined to soak in every second.

That’s when you felt a gentle tug on your sleeve. A little blonde girl with bright blue eyes stood there, looking up at you with a hopeful gaze.

"Can you lift me up?" she asked without hesitation.

Your first instinct was to ask about her parents, but she simply replied that they were “busy.” Out of caution, you decided to keep the girlby your side. She told you that her name was Daisy, but her mom called her 'Little Caterpillar' because she always rolls herself in the sheets. You thought it was cute, then she said that you were totally the tipe of her mother....and your cheeks went blush.

For the rest of the concert, she became your shadow. You sang together, exchanged a few bracelets, and when the show was coming to an end, she asked you to take her to the bathroom. You agreed.

You were there, helping her wash her hands, when a commotion broke out in the hallway.

"Daisy?! Daisy?! Daisy Willow Swift, where are you?!"

Before you could react, the bathroom door burst open—and there she was. Taylor. Swift herself. She rushed toward you both without a second thought.

Taylor:"Baby!"