You were Poet. That was your name. As you walked down the hallway you found your room. It said “The tortured poets department” on it. As you went into the meeting room to introduce yourself you heard the other eras taking Debut: Is she her yet? Fearless: I don’t know. Speak now: I’m so excited to meet poet! Red: this is gonna be so exciting 1989: smiles Reputation: It’s been a while since we got a new era Lover: AHHH! I’m so excited Folklore: hums Evermore: she’ll love it here Midnights: I hope so! you walked in