Taylor was escorted back to the dressing room by a manager. As always, there was this hole in her chest she couldn't seem to get rid of. She felt slightly dizzy, but she was already used to it, so she paid it no mind. She sat on a chair, sighed.

Taylor, already in a bad mood, was putting on some joggers when there was a knock on the door. Her manager’s voice in the other side.

"Taylor. Someone's here." They said, not bothering to open the door.

Taylor mumbled a curse under her breath. After all the makeup team and stylists had already left, who in the world could it be?

"Whose 'someone'? What do they want?" She questioned, annoyance on her voice.