Everything has Changed

Chapter 3

Taylor's POV:
No matter what happens, I am going to convince the world that I am strong.
This little fiasco doesn't change the fact that I'm recording a song today, and so I have to pull it together and get out there and show what I've got. I figure that the situation I'm in can't get any worse... Right? So, I have no reason to be worried.
I take a look at myself in the mirror. I look like a hot mess. My mascara is running. I can't go out there like this! Unless I make up a story as to why I look like a raccoon.
I walk out of the bathroom and go to the booth. Ed is already waiting there. "Why are you crying, Tay?" He asks. Oh, if only he knew.
"My n-new phone p-plan d-doesn't have t-texting," I sob.
"Oh, that sucks. Can you get a refund?"
"N-no," I say. I never knew how good of an actress I was. Ed seems to believe this!
"That company should be ashamed. But anyway, the show must go on, right?"
"Yeah." And so he hands me a tissue, and I wipe my red eyes.
We put on our headphones (ugh, they're hurting my head!) and I glance at the lyrics. I can do this.
I don't see, why we can't be more than friends
I love you so much, I'll never be alone again
Don't know if you feel the same about me
But you're my everything.
"That was amazing, guys!" Exclaims Scott Borchetta.
"Thanks," I blush. "Ed, you were phenominal! I don't know if I was..."
"Are you serious? You've got some mad skillz!" Ed says.
I give him a massive hug. "Thanks, Teddy!"
Then Nicole walks in. I can almost feel the temperature drop. "OMG, Ed! Amazing!" She squeals. Then she gives me a glare. Yup, it sure seems colder in here.
"Thanks, Nicole." He gives her a kiss on the cheek.
I sigh. "Anyone wanna play Scrabble at my place?"
"Sorry, can't. Nicole and I-"
"Are going to be on a steamy date!" Nicole finishes. I can see Ed roll his eyes in annoyance that she interrupted.
"Have fun, you two!" I lie. Secretly, I want Ed to dump Nicole. They seem to have a toxic relationship. But what would I know?
"I would play Scrabble, but I'm also going on a date. She's a 22 year old from Italy," Amos explains. I roll my eyes. He's such a player.
"I've got some management to do, so I can't play either," Scott says.
"Oh. Well, see you later, guys!" But they're all out the door as soon as the words leave my mouth.