Drenched in sweat, Adam waved goodbye once more to his adoring fans. It was a wonderful sight; they were jumping, applauding, and screaming 'we love you, Adam'. It was magical to him, he was never going to get used to it.
Adam walked back stage and was given a pat on the back followed by a bottle of water by his manager, Steve. "Wonderful. New York loves you," he half shouted over the screaming fans as they walked towards Adam's green room. "Freshen up, you've got a guest coming in to see you," Steve said when they finally reached the green room. Adam looked at the time, 10 PM. "A meet and greet? This late?" He asked. Steve looked back at his phone. Distracted, he said, "No, no. Taylor Swift is coming down, I'll leave you to it," he muttered and walked out. Taylor swift? He thought. Beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyed, Taylor Swift?
Adam started to panic and went straight for the mirror, doing whatever he can to make his hair look slightly better. Five minutes passed and he had changed into a fresh new white shirt and sprayed cologne all over himself. His heart beat was at a very fast rate and he knew why. Adam has had a little crush on Taylor for about a year now. Everything about her was so enticing in the most innocent way. And now, finally being able to meet her face to face was quite a dream come true.
Adam almost jumped to the knock on the door. He cleared his throat and said "Come in!" The door opened and Taylor walked in. She was glowing. There was no other way to describe it. She was in a simple blue dress and sandals. Adam knew no one who could pull off that look better than she did. "Hello," she beamed. Adam could do nothing but smile. "Hi, Taylor," he replied softly and welcomed her in. Adam's heart rate was not slowing down, he was truly nervous at the sight of someone so graceful and gentle. "What a surprise," he said with a nervous laugh. Taylor smiled, "I hope you don't mind. I wanted to tell you how great your show was. Really.. magical," she complimented. Adam met her gaze which caused her to blush. "Thank you. That means a lot coming from you."
They spent the next hour laughing and in between the jokes, they would both exchange quiet gazes, as if appreciating each other's companion in silence.
"I have to go now," Taylor muttered. Adam thought he heard an ounce of sadness in her voice.
"So soon?" Adam asked as he read the clock, 11 PM.
"I've got a big day ahead. Also, my car might turn into a pumpkin at the stroke of midnight," she laughed.
Taylor rose from the couch followed by Adam. Their eyes met again and so badly did he want to kiss her cheeks but he resisted the urge. "Give me your hand," she demanded. Without a second thought, Adam offered his palm. Taylor grabbed a pen from the coffee table and scribbled on his wrist. After she was done, she put the pen aside and quietly she said, "Goodnight, Adam Young." She walked out of the room without a second glance. Adam took aa look at his wrist and there was a huge grin on his face. Taylor had left him her email.
