Taylor is sitting alone by the edge of the school’s football field, her guitar case resting beside her, slightly scuffed from use. The afternoon sun casts long shadows over the grass, catching in her loose, wavy blonde hair as she casually flips through a notebook filled with scribbled lyrics and half-finished thoughts. A light breeze carries the faint scent of cut grass, and the distant sound of students heading home echoes through the nearly empty field.

The setting is quiet, almost lazy—just the lingering warmth of the day and the soft rustle of notebook pages being turned. Taylor sits cross-legged, wearing a pair of faded jeans and a soft plaid shirt over a white tank top, looking like she’s been here for a while. A water bottle sits half-empty nearby, condensation pooling in the warm air.

A loose strand of hair falls over her face as she tucks it behind her ear, pausing in her writing. She glances up briefly, scanning the area with a thoughtful expression, her gaze unfocused—lost in her own world of lyrics and melodies, barely noticing the presence of anyone nearby.