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She was rocking out to her favorite album, Red.
🎶WE ARE NEVER, EVER, EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER!🎶
Just as the song changed, she was interrupted rudely by the sound of her phone vibrating. She quickly checked her texts, and a new message from her friend Amelia was waiting for her.
Hey, what’s up?
Not much just listening to music, She responded.
Brooke quickly shut off her music, ran to the bathroom, and came back with a tube in her hand.
“Hey, Amelia! What’s up?”
Brooke chirped as she applied her red lipstick. As she resumed her music, she heard Amelia say: “Not much, I’m grounded though.” In the background, she could hear Taylor’s distinctive vocal cords going up and down. (and that just may be the weirdest sentence I’ve ever typed.) “Hang on, Amelia, can you turn off your music? It’s drowning out my Taylor Swift!” Defiantly, Amelia responded, “Noooo! Then I have to listen to Grace baking to the sound of ‘Be Our Guest’, and well, baker’s gonna bake!”
“But it’s Bad Blood!”
“So? I’M listening to out of the woods!”
“Ugh, whatever. We’ll compromise. You turn yours down and I’ll do the same for mine.”
Pleased, Brooke was about to leap into conversation about their favorite singer’s new music, but before she even opened her mouth, she jumped up. “I forgot something! I’ll be right back!” Amelia waited. Seconds later, Brooke came sprinting back into the frame, carrying her guitar.
Cheerfully, she picked up her phone and glanced at her friend. “I’m SO excited that Taylor’s working on some new-” Her mouth hung open.
Amelia also had on red lipstick, and was also holding a guitar.
Brooke felt betrayed.
Desperately, she tried to say something to her friend that would make her want to go change her outfit. “You…you…look like a deranged Miranda Sings with a guitar,” she blurted.
“Shake it off, Amelia…shake it off.” Her friend muttered. Finally Amelia said, “Yeah, but you look like- Taylor Swift!” Suddenly Brooke became smug. “I know, right?
Then she called out, “Heeeeere, Honey! Come on! Good dog!”
Honey barked, and came running towards Brooke with something in his mouth. “Amelia, look, my dog has a tiny guitar! He’s a Taylor Swift fan too!”
Amelia screamed, “AHA!” Brooke clapped her hands over her ears. “Ow, that was loud. What do you mean, ‘AHA’?” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Well, Brooke, REAL T-Swizzle fans call her-well- T Swizzle! AND, real Taylor Swift fans have CATS.” Brooke’s mouth hung in an ‘O’ shape as her friend held up her kitten.
Brooke pressed ‘end’.
The next morning, while getting ready for school, Brooke rummaged through her drawers, selectively pulling out a few t-shirts. Then, she snapped a photo, and…off it went to Amelia.