Taylor's POV:
The Superstarr Music Awards are the biggest awards of the year, besides the Grammys. As I step out of my car and onto the red carpet, my confidence is regained. Screaming fans surround me, some holding an autograph and begging me to sign it. Taylor! We love you Taylor! Taylor! Taylor! Taylor! I sign some autographs to make them happy, the sharpie curving black lines into the paper. I give a few hugs, too, then go inside the.... What do you call it? Theater? Arena? I'll go with theater, because it had red seats with a tiny number engraved on the top and a huge stage.
The gang and I find our seats. Coincidentally, my seat number is 13. Luck might be on my side tonight...
After about a half hour of waiting to start the awards, Meghan Trainor steps onstage. This year they wanted a newer, yet succesful, singer to host.
"Hey, you guys? Ready for the Superstarr Music Awards?"
"Yeah!!" The audience choruses.
"In that case.... I've only got one thing to say."
"What? What is it?" We all ask her.
"I'm all about that bass!"
The crowd lets out a huge cheer.
"Without further ado.... Nicki Minaj, come on up here! You're presenting for Best Pop Single!"
Nicki walks up to the stage in a more flamboyant outfit than she was wearing at the VMA's. She smiles at the crowd, and pulls out a slip of paper. "And the nominees are... 'Problem' by Ariana Grande, 'I'm All About That Bass' by Meghan herself, 'Chandelier' by Sia.... And 'Shake it Off' By Taylor Swift!"
The possiblities of me winning are slim. Slim to nothing. I can only hold my breath as Nicki hold the microphone close to her mouth... And her lips start to form the words.... "And the best pop single is.... SHAKE IT OFF!"
Music starts to fill the room. My music. "Players gonna play, play, play, play play!" I run to the stage and Nicki hands me the microphone. "I don't even know what to say," I admit. "I can't believe this! I have to thank the judges for this-" I motion to the table where the judges are sitting- "And I have to thank Max Martin and Shellback for helping me write this song! You two rock!"
Applause thunders in my ears as I walk off the stage and back to my seat. Ed high fives me. "Congrats, Tay!" He exclaims.
As I thank him, I can only think one thing: everything is perfect...