Last night, I saw Taylor Swift in concert.
The concert was really, really good. It was Taylor, of course! But as good as the concert was, I couldn’t help but think that the price I paid for the tickets- $600 total, as I went with my sister- was a bit steep. Taylor’s music was, after all, not aimed at thirty-something men, and it was obvious that the others there, most of whom were young girls, got more out of experience than I did.
After the show ended, my sister and I made our way out of the venue. Before leaving, I mentioned to her that I wanted to buy a program as a souvenier. After all, I had paid far too much for the tickets to allow the memories of the show to just fade away.
“Ok, but be quick. We need to leave as soon as possible to avoid the traffic jam on the way out. I’ll be waiting next to the car.” She said.
“Don’t worry!” She was right, after all. I sprinted down the hall to the souvenier stand. After getting the program, I took a risk and went down a different hallway, thinking that it would give a faster route to the parking lot.
It didn’t. I was lost. I cursed my bad luck. “Damn!” I murmed. What a waste of time! I could just feel my sister fuming.
As I wandered, I noticed something shocking- I was right outside Taylor’s dressing room! Not wanting to be caught by security, I was about to retrace my steps, when I saw Taylor walking down the hall towards me! She was strikingly beautiful. Her body and face were absolutely flawless. Her tight shorts were clinging to her. She froze as soon as she saw me.
At first, I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid that she would call security, so I explained to her that I was lost, and that I was just about to make my way out. Trying to ease her further, I told her that she was amazing and incredible on stage- and she blushed a warm red.
“Why, thank you.” She cooed, while playing with her hair. “It’s nice to know that my fans appreciate me.”
She then flipped her hair back, revealing her top. She was still wearing what she wore during her last song. The top’s sides were sheer, so I could plainly see Taylor’s soft arms and the sides of her breasts. I could almost see her nipples, which were hard and prominent from rubbing against the super tight shirt during her performance.
Taking a quick liberty, I glanced at her snug shorts, which were a form fitting black leather. I could easily see the impression of her sexy, supple legs against the tight fabric.
“You’re in my way.” she scolded- a reminder that regardless of how playful she looks that there was a distance between us that should be respected.
“Sorry. Thanks for the concert, Taylor.”
After that short exchange, I awkwardly stopped talking and started to walk by her on my way out.
And then- I’m not sure why- inspiration struck me. I pinched her- not on the butt, but on that little area right below her butt and on top of her legs. It was, of course, exposed. It wasn’t a hard pinch, but she felt it. So did I.
“OOOOH!!!” She quickly spun around, shocked and offended.
My face flushed bright red. I was terrified. Why had I done this? Surely, she would call security!
Upon seeing the look of horror on my face, she softened. Then… she giggled.
“Don’t worry.” She cooed. “I love my fans.” Then she completed the thought with a sexy little wink.
She blushed, and then skipped down the hall to her dressing room. Right before closing the door, she winked again, smiled, and blew me a kiss.
The tickets were worth the price.