When I was a little girl, I was obsessed with Taylor Swift. I loved listening to her music and dreamed that one day I would meet her. When I was about ten years old, I went to Taylor’s Speak Now concert with a friend of mine and her mother. We were on an upper level of the stadium but in the first row. At one point in the concert, Taylor was lifted up by a small platform that looked like a balcony. We were all so excited when she came flying by us, but she wasn’t close enough for us to touch her hand.
When I got home that night, my family asked me how the show was. I immediately blurted out, “She got so close to us and I touched her hand.” I was planning on telling them that I was joking but my whole family was so happy for me because they knew how much I adored her. I felt like I would have upset them if I told them the truth, so I never did.
A day later, I was sitting in the kitchen and my mom looked me in the eyes and asked why I lied about touching her hand. I just responded, “I don’t know, but I’m sorry.” I ran to my room and started crying because I was so embarrassed. At the time, I don’t really think I knew why I told the lie or why I never confessed after telling them. Looking back on the situation I think I wanted them to be happy for me and I wanted to seem ‘cool’.
After years of being teased from my older brothers that I had touched Taylor Swift’s hand, it actually happened. It was the Red tour and I was there with my mom and two of my friends. This concert, we were sitting in the first row on the side of the stadium. Taylor came around the stadium during her song “22” on her dancers’ shoulders. She came to the side we were on, and started shaking everyones hands and finally I touched her hand. I was so happy that it had actually happened. This time, my brothers were not able to tease me about it because I had video footage, and my mom as a witness.
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