my heart is beating the same: prologue
Once upon a time, Taylor worried about how her management team didn’t agree with her taste of the photo in her new album cover, how the paparazzi possibly caught her leaving some trashy club drunk off her ass, and how someone apparently leaked her new song and now a lawsuit must be formed. Such bullshit, she’d muttered to herself, I’m probably the most stressed out person in the planet.
Now she strolls in the barren streets alone with a baseball bat in hand, occasionally rummaging piles of rubbish that lay in heaps across the streets, hoping for a miraculously clean tampon or some aspirin. There once was a time she’d longed the exact same thing(save the piles of litter), going out for once without being crushed under the weight of hundreds of people. Now she doesn’t even know if there are enough people in the world to form a crowd that big.
There are people, of course; Selena and Karlie, who oh-so-luckily happened to be close to her when all the shit brewed up, Harry, and a couple of friends. And maybe a handful more, she guesses. There also might’ve been an occupied house down the street- a warm glaze of light was seeping out from the seams of closed doors, after all.