I spent most of the day waiting. In the back of the sound stage, by the wires, and the supplies, and the extra chairs. It was dark, hot, but I didn’t mind. I got to watch her.
It was getting close to lunch time, and they were filming the limo scene. Taylor was to look out the window, sing a few lyrics and that was to be it. But, Taylor wasn’t getting the take the director wanted. Take after take they tried, but Taylor just struggled to capture the moment of the scene.
After another fail, she glances up at me, the first time she looked at me in an hour. She looks sad, disappointed in herself. I simply did a half shrug and a little smile to ease the mood. She smiled brightly at me and let out a small laugh. You could see the tension leave her shoulders. Her bare, beautiful shoulders.
Taylor was in all black. Her hair was short and wavy. Her lipstick, bright red. Just the way I loved it. She had on black pants, that were tight, and a tight little top on – also black. It did, however have white lace around the neckline, which dropped down considerably for Taylor. Her neck was exposed and it felt as if all I did today was stare at it.