After hearing the story about her encounter with Carrie and Cassadee, Taylor jumped off of the couch and scurried to the bathroom. The flu bug was in full effect and she was not doing well. It looked like she would lose it as she described Cassadee's orgasm but she held through and finished the story.
"Wow, poor Taylor," Samantha said as the sounds of sickness echoed throughout our house. "But damn, that story was hot. I never would've guessed that Cassadee Pope would do that."
"I've learned to not doubt anything," I told her. "After you've had someone like Demi Lovato, someone you have never met, walk into a room and blow you without thinking twice, you learn."
"I guess you are right," Samantha said before giving me a kiss.
Taylor walked back in the room naked, holding her head.
"What happened to the robe?" Samantha asked.
"I couldn't hold it in before I got to the toilet, the front of it is kinda messy," she said as she curled into a ball at the end of the couch.
"Eww okay, I'm gonna go toss that in the washer," my girlfriend said as she ran off to the bathroom. "Oh dear god!" she yelled as she walked in.
"Again, I'm really sorry Dan," Taylor said as she looked in my eyes.
"No worries Taylor, you know I love you," I said as I grabbed her hand. "I really enjoyed that story and hopefully I get to meet Cassadee real soon."
"You would like her but then again, I don't think you would meet any celebrity that'll get high and fuck you that you would not love," she said with a tempered laugh.
"Very true," I said as Samantha walked back in wearing a new shirt and having a disgusted look on her face.
"Don't ask," she said as she pushed me towards the end of the couch and lay down between Taylor and I. "So what happened with you and Hayley Williams?"
Taylor had a dreamy look on her face as the name 'Hayley Williams' hit her ears. She turned to face us and began the story.
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Taylor was invited to perform at Halloween concert outside Dallas, Texas. Along with her on the bill were Nicki Minaj, Seether, The Killers and Paramore, leaving Taylor as a major outlier by comparison. Even she was unsure as to why she was invited, believing that she had to have been a twentieth-in-line replacement. The prim and proper pop/country princess was extremely nervous as to how the crowd would react to her.
It was suggested that the performers took the stage in costume so Taylor brought along her costume for the evening. She wore a skintight red devil outfit down past her ass with a skirt, horns included, as she carried a suitcase containing street clothes for after the show. Buried in the pocket of her jeans in the suitcase was a small bag of her green friend.
After she arrived at the facility, she asked several people to point out her dressing room but she was continually ignored or ridiculed.
"Ugh, you actually showed?" a tall man covered in tattoos scoffed. "Fuck off."
This was a rock event with rock people, none of which being interested in anything that sweet, innocent little Taylor Swift had to say. The nervous blonde wandered around until she found her name on a door in very small letters.
"Wow, even the promoters don't want me here," she thought to herself as she walked inside.
The normally calm Taylor was starting to feel overwhelmed. Never before had she felt so unwelcome in a place. Instead of tending to her plans of immediately getting high and enjoying herself, she leaned against the door and sank to the ground. Her emotions reached a breaking point and she started to cry loudly.
"I want to go the hell home," she thought to herself as she watched tears drip from her cheeks onto her red costume.
Taylor brought her knees to her chest and sobbed loudly into her thigh-high red boots. As she was ready to get up and leave, a small knock came to the door followed by a female voice.
"You okay in there?" the voice asked.
Taylor wiped her eyes and sniffled before yelling at the person.
"Yeah, I-I'm fine," she said before sniffling again.
"You don't sound fine, open the door," the girl said.
"Why? So you can tell me to fuck off too?" Taylor said before bursting in tears again.
"I'm coming inside, I won't tell you to fuck off," the girl said as the handle on the door turned.
Taylor stood up and faced the door as a short woman with rainbow-colored, shoulder-length hair stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Dressed in a tight white tank top and loose black pants, the girl admired Taylor's devil outfit.
"So we finally meet," she said as she extended a hand. "Hayley Williams, Paramore."
"Taylor Swift, out of place," Taylor responded while shaking her hand.
"I know who you are," she said. "I actually am a fan of yours."
"At least someone here is," Taylor said, wiping a tear from her eyes.
"Yeah it's a tough crowd," Hayley said as she put her hands in her pockets. "So who told you to fuck off?"
"Some big guy with tattoos on his neck," Taylor explained.
Hayley opened the door and looked outside, spotting a man matching the description. She motioned Taylor over and pointed him out. Taylor acknowledged that it was the same man that had disrespected her.
"Wait here and a watch," Hayley said as she hurried to the man. "Did you tell Taylor Swift to fuck off?" she asked the man.
"Damn right," he said. "We don't need some poppy country whore around here. We need more rocker chicks like you."
"That's what I thought," she said before reeling back and slapping him across the face with the force of a bullet. "Don't you EVER disrespect my friend like that again or I'll close my hand next time I hit you!" she screamed as she grabbed him by the ear "Understand, bitch?!"
"Yes, I understand," he said in a cowardly fashion.
