#*taytaytravvy

Taylor sat at her desk. God, her desk. She could fathom the thought of her saying that again. She had a desk. She was a teacher at a high school. She was teaching teenagers how to sing and dance and even play instruments. While Abigail said this was an easy gig, she was still nervous. Some days she didn’t seem qualified. Some days she did. Over the weekend, after spending most of her time at Travis’, she found about 3 hours to write out her first full week in a lesson plan.

That is what she was presenting today. The Principal reviewed the plan and was thrilled. Hurdle one jumped. Now it’s getting the kids interested and happy. Travis keeps telling me, they will love it. It’s fine. But there is always the nervousness of what happens if they don’t. What happens if at the end of the day, they hated it? And in turn started to hate her.

She brushed out the plaid skirt she wore and made she her white blouse was tucked in. Her Mary Jane’s looked so cute with her thigh highs which no one could tell were thigh highs. She looked professional today. Walking down the hall she had got the occasional look or two as people still only saw her as ‘Taylor Swift’. With all eyes on her, it was something she knew she was going to have to overcome. This class was about the music. Not about her or her Grammys or her tour. The music of life.

As she heard the class bell ring, she smiled standing up making sure the choir class had enough sheet music and stands for the music. Hearing the halls pick up, she could hear conversation about what the kids did all weekend, what the week was like. But the one thing that was a buzz was how was Taylor Swift going to do as a school teacher? And she wondered herself.

Staring into group of kids, she started to call everyone to their seats. Everyone took their place in their seats and she stood at the head of the class.