Novel & Cerita Gaylor Swift

Kate POV I put on the stunning black and gold gown I had picked out for the ceremony tonight. My hair had been done in wavy curls, my makeup a bit more done up than my usual mascara and lip gloss. Lily and my mom were having a field day getting me ready. Now I was admiring the gorgeous gown I had selected. It was a sheer long sleeve black gown with a deep vee neck in the front and back of the gown. It went to the floor with a small train on the back. There was gold trim all around the gown that would sparkle under the lights.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

“Yeah, that’s me.” “You are amazing, holy shit, I loved your stuff.” I’m still trying to put together what happened to this woman. One day, she was all over the internet and topping the charts. Now, when I picture those days, I notice it’s been a very long time since she put anything out. “This is a strange request, but can we sit and talk?” I cock my head to the side. “Sorry?” “You’re Ophelia Lane, right?” “Yes, I’m dating Asher Slater.”

With just one song, an amateur had surpassed a hundred million plays, which was a feat on its own. Meanwhile, she, a popular singer, had not even reached a million plays for any of her songs! "That damn woman!" Callie cursed fiercely and quickly searched for the name of the song on the trending page. She had initially wanted to see who wrote and composed the song, so she could reach out and collaborate on a song together. To her surprise, right under the song's name, it clearly stated that both the lyrics and composition were by Gwyneth. "How is this possible?! Seriously?!"

I searched for the girl on social media using my laptop to know more about her. She is Rachel Mein. She's twenty-two years old, the same age as me, working as a sales executive in a glass company, loves to wear contact lenses, is a freak, and a loser because she is fighting with someone here in social media named Gail because of a boyfriend issue and the only daughter of the husband and wife that I burned inside the red car. Perfect! now let’s see if she can fight me.

I replied, making a mental note to come late next time. "Great. So, Gia says you're working on Mr. Taylor's account. Open your email—I've sent you all the information." I opened it and froze. Mr. Taylor, the face, the tattoos. The same guy I had a one-night stand with. No doubt. I scrolled down and almost dropped my phone when I saw him onstage with a mic. "H-he…" "He is a rising British rapper. Last month, he had over one billion streams. Top charts. He's about to go global." The woman said.

After Blank space, everyone still didn't stop singing along to her. She sings randomly from her different albums. She sang her songs: You Belong With Me, Shake It Off, Wildest Dreams, Lover, Mine, Teardrops On My Guitar, All too Well, 22, Red, Fifteen, Bad Blood, I knew You Were Trouble, Style, We Are Never Getting Back Together, and then Enchanted. "This last song is a special request from a friend of mine," Taylor Swift said as she catch her breath a little. "It's a pleasure that I'll be part of this," she said before the background music of what she was about to sing started playing.

She knew she could. But it didn’t seem to matter these days. Nashville was overflowing with pretty girls in boots and tight jeans who could carry a tune. Even the ones without half her vocal range had connections, charm, something she didn’t. She had grit. Raw emotion. Talent, maybe. But not the edge. Not the leverage, maybe that’s why Justin left her she thought. She was not like the other girls. She was the daughter of Savannah Grace, a country music legend in her time. And the late Mitchell Grace—songwriter, guitarist, and the love of Savannah’s life. Or so Raelynn had thought.

Her habit of swinging both sides, but preferring men over women, is about to become the worst kept secret in Nashville. I am Gwen Wix, winner of a "make me a star" TV show, and handpicked for the - once impressive - label of JC's girlfriend, but which now signals my career. That didn't seem like a big deal when they put it in my contract at the start. What dazzled girl wouldn't be delighted to have her name attached to a country star?

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.