I have always found it kind of outrageous how music brings out such emotion in people. You can’t help but go back to the moment you heard the song for the first time or the moment in your own life that relates to the lyrics. Some artists seem to read your own mind and sing the thoughts of your own heart. One artist has been doing this for me and millions of young girls since I was 14 years old, just a little baby freshman in high school.
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| Long Live |
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| Speak Now |
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| Speak Now |
Last Friday night, I stumbled upon a rare treat. My best friend Brooke and I got the chance to attend a concert… Well excuse me, THE concert of my dreams. Yup, ladies and gentlemen…Taylor Swift is the concert of my dreams. (Aside from seeing Brittany Spears two years ago with my Two Musketeers). As it may be clear by now, since I reference music all the time and every single one of my blog titles is a song title as well, that I am obsessed with music. And my obsession with TSwift is just short of weird.
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| Back to December |
Brooke and I scurried to get ready and as I was driving to pick up our tickets that afternoon I was giddy with anticipation of what was to be a very magical night for me and my BFF.
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| Last Night |
The concert was outrageous. Everyone around us was under the age of 10 with their mom. It made me sad I was not there with my momma bear, but Brooke would be top choice to attend this concert with if Robyn could not. Taylor Swift’s music has become apart of our lives. We often sent each other text messages when Taylor Swift’s newest album came out to give our thoughts on the song and lyrics. Every song reminded us of some event or someone who was in or out of our little worlds.
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| Dear John |
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| Mean |
The night was full of sprinkles, sparkles and magic just as I hoped it would be. I left the concert feeling so grateful for my life. My dad who so willingly allowed me to attend the concert, my friend Brooke who I am so comfortable with to just be my weirdo self, and my momma bear who has really helped me become who I am. When I get overwhelmed or stressed about silly things, nights like Last Friday Night remind me that my life may not be everyone’s dream, but to me my silly little life is a fairytale.
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