(A/N) This is it guys!
Rains Pov:
"And I was thinking, you should come with me!!" Taylors exited voice says through the phone. At first, the idea seemed surreal – going to the Eras Tour with her. Going to the Eras Tour at all. Of course, the pull of attending was undeniable, but the thought of experiencing it with Taylor added a whole new level of excitement. Would she really be the one flying me out and staying with me during the tour? Typically, when she has shows, it's a routine of her leaving and returning, with us hanging out in between. But now, she's saying for me to join her for all three Paris (chose a random one) shows – a trip to Paris on her dime? I mean she is a billionair.
"Taylor! You'd do that? For me?" I ask into the phone, pressed against my ear, my heart skipping a beat at the incredible gesture.
"Yes, Rain! I already asked your mom and everything! You will have front row floor seats all 3 nights! Don't make me give those up, buddy!" She chuckles joyfully, the excitement palpable through the phone. Front row seats? It's her concert after all; she could have chosen any seats, but the thoughtfulness of it overwhelms me all the same.
"Taylor, oh my god! I love you so much, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I exclaim ecstatically into the phone, my gratitude out in a rush of emotions. As we discuss logistics and details, my mind races with anticipation and sheer disbelief. Me,I, Rain Grace Hope, embarking on the Eras Tour with none other than Taylor Swift herself - it's a dream come true, a surreal moment that I can hardly wrap my head around.
20 minutes later, Taylor had to hang up abruptly because she realized she was running late for her tour rehearsal. It was for the upcoming concert that I was attending. Feeling a surge of excitement, I made my way over to my desk, gently placing my phone down before my mind wandered off. Suddenly, overwhelming joy engulfed me, prompting me to let out a burst of ecstatic screams. Wasn't it unbelievable? I ventured over to my closet, immediately beginning to plan out my outfit for the concert for the following week. I could use the stuff from the vibrant Halloween costumes Harper and I had wore as pink and purple fairies.i can use the luffa and the glitter. Amidst the chaotic rummaging through my drawers, I laid my hands on the pink Loveshackfancy skirt, gifted by my grandmother on a Black Friday sale. It was a treasured possession despite the delayed birthday present, a testament to her thoughtful bargain hunting. Compiling the outfit, everything I have is pink, so I guess im going as lover. Not complaining. I should pair the skirt with a simple white shirt. After a search through my closet, I selected a white spaghetti strap top with a crisscross in the front that I had bough from an online shopping spree. Content with my outfit choices so far, the spotlight shifted to the final piece of the puzzle — the perfect pair of shoes. My eyes fell on my pink Jordans, realizing they would be the ideal complement to complete my outfit for the Eras Tour.
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Today is the big day, the day we've been waiting for! Taylor picked me up yesterday, and together we took off on a flight to Paris. The anticipation of today fills me with such excitement that I can't even feel my face!
Taylor's commanding voice breaks through my thoughts,
"Rain! Get dressed now we are leaving soon!" She says from the bathroom, reminding me that it's time to get ready. She's always so full of energy and determination, traits that I both admire and find challenging at times. In these past few hours I have been with Taylor, I've come to notice that Taylor has a strong sense of control, like my mom. Ew . Despite my love for her, I can't help but cringe at the thought of her telling me to sleep separately simply because we have two beds in the same room. It's moments like these where I question her reasoning, almost feeling as if she's treating me like a child. Nevertheless, her urgency in getting ready for the day ahead prompts me to quickly scan through my suitcase for the perfect outfit. Knowing that I've already set aside my concert attire in a separate bag, I opt for comfortable blue sweatpants with stripes running down the sides, paired with a classic black tank top. A simple ensemble, yet fitting for the fact that ill be spending the next few hours in Taylors tech rehersal, so I dont need to dress up. After changing, I effortlessly tie my hair back into a ponytail, deciding to save my makeup routine for later.
As we walk through the hotel corridors, the exitment for the concert heightened with each step. Taylor, effortlessly puts on her sunglasses. At the entrance, the warm rays of the sun greeted us alongside the familiar sight of Luis waiting by the car. With a graceful gesture, Taylor assisted me into the vehicle, and I instinctively chose a seat beside her, eager to bask in her comforting presence.
"Why so close?" Taylor's laughter filled the car as I settled in, fastening my seatbelt and finding comfort in resting my head against her shoulder. The engine hummed to life, signaling the start of our drive to the stadium.
As Taylor began outlining the plans for our arrival, I listened attentively, grateful for the chance to be part of her world, even if just for a fleeting moment. Her words softened by the affectionate arm she draped around me, I could feel the genuine warmth emanating from her.
"You have a choice once we're there," Taylor's gaze lingered on me, emphasizing the importance of my decision. "You can either join my family in the dressing room, immerse yourself in the backstage buzz, or stay outside and watch my rehearsal. Gracie will also be joining us later if you want to hang out with her."
The realization of Taylor's fame, and the amazing social sphere she had, dawned on me, making me appreciate the unique opportunity I had been granted. With a gentle voice, I said
"I want to watch you,"
"Of course, but remember, you can always go back indoors if you prefer," Taylor reassured me, her words embodying a sense of understanding and consideration. Affirming my choice with a subtle nod.
After what feels like an eternity, yet in reality, only ten minutes have passed, we finally arrive at the stadium in all its huge. My heart races with excitement as I take in the sheer immensity of the venue. The anticipation of experiencing my very first concert intensifies as I reflect on how I've longed for this moment. Despite my parents' previous attempts, I've never had the opportunity to attend a concert, especially not one that takes place in a massive stadium.
During Taylor's 1989 tour, I was apparently "too young" to attend, and when the Reputation tour came around, I was unfortunately away at camp. Therefore, this concert marks my very first experience, and I'm filled with a mixture of exhilaration and nervousness at the unknown awaiting me inside. While lost in my thoughts, Taylor's voice brings me back to reality as she nudges me gently, drawing my attention to our arrival at the stadium.
"Rain? Rain, we're here."
"Sorry, I zoned out." I say. I step out of the car, eager to follow Taylor's lead as she guides me towards the entrance. As we step inside, the enormity of the stadium truly sinks in, with rows upon rows of seating and the majestic stage stretching out before us. Overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all, I dash towards the stage in excitement.
"Rain! Be careful!" Taylor's cautionary reminder to be careful in my exuberance resonates in my ears as I climb onto the expansive stage, taking in every detail with wide-eyed wonder and gratefulness for this momentous experience.
"Ok!" I yell back.
I step onto the stage and stand up, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves wash over me. The enormity of the moment hits me as I gaze out at the sea of 70,000 seats. It's surreal to think that Taylor Swift, the iconic singer and dancer, graces this very stage and performs effortlessly before such a massive crowd. I admire her confidence and grace, qualities I doubt I could ever possess.
As I try to soak in the electric atmosphere, Taylor suddenly appears beside me, looking effortlessly chic with her purse and sunglasses.
"Babe, come down; I don't want you to get hurt," she says, her concern evident in her voice. With a mix of reluctance and curiosity, I tear my eyes away from the mesmerizing view and obediently follow Taylor off the stage.
"Lemme help you," Taylor offers, extending her arms towards me. I slide down from the stage and into her secure embrace, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in her touch. She gently sets me down and wraps an arm around me protectively.
"Okay, I need to handle some technical details and such; it's pretty boring. This might be the perfect time for you to meet my parents, and maybe my brother Austin if he's around," Taylor suggests as she guides me towards the backstage area.
"Okay!" I exclaim excitedly, a long-held desire to meet Taylor's family finally about to come true. We step into her bustling dressing room, where her mother, father, and brother await, their eyes lighting up at our entrance.
"Is that who I think it is?" Taylor's mom, beaming with delight, asks as she approaches us eagerly.
"Mom, this is Rain. Rain, meet my mom," Taylor introduces us warmly. Her mom envelops me in a tight, affectionate hug, making me feel instantly welcomed and cherished.
"It's lovely to finally meet you," Taylor's mom expresses, her kind words resonating deeply within me. Her dad steps forward, his arms open wide in a welcoming gesture.
"Rain!" he exclaims, pulling me into a heartfelt hug before I go back to Taylor and I intertwine our fingers.
"Taylor talks about you so much; you're all she mentions," her mom chuckles, a proud gleam in her eyes. Glancing at Taylor, I can't help but smile, feeling a deep sense of connection and love for her.
"Will you be spending time with us now?" Taylor's brother asks eagerly, his enthusiasm infectious and endearing.
"I believe so," I reply softly, feeling a surge of happiness at the prospect of spending more time with Taylor's loving family.
"Awesome, we can hang out, play games, and have a blast together!" he suggests, his exuberance contagious. In that moment, surrounded by Taylor's family, I realize that these wonderful people already feel like a second family to me.
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Rains pov:
" Spit!" Austin's voice booms through the room as his hand slaps onto one of the two piles of cards scattered on the floor before us, the energy of the game palpable in the air.
"No fair!" I exclaim in protest, my playful defiance mirrored in his mischievous grin as he casually scoops up the cards, his nonchalant shrug a clear indication of his confidence in the game.
" Yes fair! You get my sloppy seconds!" he teases, punctuating his remark with a hearty laugh that fills the room. Feigning offense, I gasp dramatically before responding,
"Tsk tsk tsk, Ill getchya next time," a playful threat laced with good-natured competitiveness.
"We'll see," he remarks with a playful roll of his eyes, the easy camaraderie between us evident as we continue the game. It is easy to see why we clicked instantly – his vibrant energy and humor making every moment enjoyable. Besides, there's something about him that reminds me of Taylor, a familiar warmth in his presence that puts me at ease.
" So, I hear you're a great dancer?" Austin inquires, setting his cards down, his curiosity sparking a new conversation between us.
"Yea, I'm ok," I reply modestly, the sounds of Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince suddenly blasting through the room catching us both off guard.
I jump at the sudden noise, instinctively covering my ears.
"Jesus, that's loud," I comment, the anticipation of the upcoming concert bringing a mix of excitement and nerves.
"That's what the concert is going to sound like, just that loud. Actually louder because of the 70,000 people," Austin explains, his words a blend of reassurance and excitement for what's to come.
"You'll get used to it, trust me," he reassures me, his confidence infectious as we prepare to dive back into the game.
"Okay, three, two, one, GO!" I declare, enthusiasm bubbling as I begin sorting through my cards, a sense of friendly competition propelling us forward in the game.
Hey guys. I have some news. IM GOING TO THE FUCKING ERAS FUCKING TOUR. NOT ONLY THAT...I HAVE FLOOR SEATS....FLOOR SEATS!!!! WHAT THE FUSCK!!!!! ROW 7 GUYS OMG OMG OMG!!! It's not till November though🤭🤭