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Even with her win, Taylor Swift had felt humiliated since the earlier events in the evening. Her friends had done their best to console her and even with BeyoncΓ© so gracefully allowing some of her award speech time to her, the blonde woman could already see the headlines of the gossip and tabloid headlines tomorrow. Sighing and lightly rocking her glass of sparkling wine from side to side, she was absent-mindedly staring off into space, her gaze was locked on the rows of bottles behind the fancy bar but the young woman was thinking of anything but.
'I suppose I could just get wasted and deal with it tomorrow...' Taylor thought to herself, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she swallowed another mouthful of her drink. The fancy Hollywood party was in full swing and she had heard some of the voices talking about what a jackass Kanye was and how embarrassing the interruption must have been for her and what it must have been like for her. Her head dropped slightly and she swallowed another glass of her rosΓ© before she sighed again and pushed herself in a 180-degree spin to face the party to climb off of the stool.
As she turned though, she was greeted by a well-dressed black man standing in front of her. He was clad in a very nice, well-fitting suit and he had a sympathetic look on his face while he looked at her. He had hands stuffed into his jacket pockets but he took them out and held them just under his jacket before he spoke to her.
"Hi Taylor, my name's Len Adams." That name sounded very familiar to the young woman. She opened her mouth briefly before Len filled the gap in for her. "The support act for Kanye. Yeah, that one." He paused briefly before he carried on. "If it helps, the guy was an asshole the whole time I was on tour with him so it wasn't that much of a surprise for me." He took his hand out from the inside of his belt and offered it for her to shake. "Still, I'm sorry about what he did."
"Oh... Thank you." Taylor said, an almost fake smile on her face as she shook hands with him. "It was... An experience I guess?"
"Free publicity too!" Len said, a wide smile on his face as he tried to find a positive. It was with the smile that Taylor noticed just how nice his teeth were as well. Taylor had never really seen many African-American men in Pennsylvania and while it was quickly changing with her time in Los Angeles and now she had a handsome man in front of her, it was a very pleasant surprise for her.
"Sorry, that was probably-"
"A welcome distraction," Taylor said, opting to finish whatever it was that Len was going to try and say to her. "It was... Something I guess?"
"That's the best way to look at it." He said, nodding his head as he took a step closer to her and climbed onto the barstool next to her.
She felt like there was already something between them and it compelled her to turn and give him the same courtesy he had offered her.
"Man, this whole thing is such a change for me. I'm used to maybe the local radio stations giving me interviews. Maybe. To have all these eyes and cameras on me, it's like I'm in a different universe." He said, laughing at the sights. Taylor giggled gently before nodding her head.
"It took some getting used to as well. It was nothing like this in West Reading."
"Your hometown?"
"Yeah, good ol' country town." She said with a smile, her glass now empty. She raised her hand to try and get the attention of one of the bar staff before Len beat her to it. He himself ordered a whiskey and coke before he turned to her.
"The same?"
"Oh that's okay, I can-" Taylor started before Len interrupted her.
"And the same for Miss Swift." The bartender nodded her head and quickly arranged the drinks before delivering them to the two musicians. He paid the woman and offered her a very generous tip before he took a mouthful of his drink. "This really is better too." He said with a laugh.
"Where are you from? Chicago?" She asked, genuinely curious and picking at her brain as to where she had read about him.
"Cincinnati. You were close though! Have you read about me?"
"Yeah, trying to remember where though!" She giggled, looking at him with a genuine smile now on her face.
"I couldn't tell you, I've done so many interviews over such a small time frame it's like I've done twenty days in one."
Taylor nodded her head at the comment. She knew exactly what that felt like for her career as well. She took another mouthful of her wine.
"I swear, I've done a million interviews and there are still other people asking for me to do a TV show appearance or a radio show or a sit-down interview or some photo shoot that makes me feel like a robot."
"Yeah, I forgot about the radio shows." Len chuckled at that.