The
train pulls away from the station carrying bored commuters, excited tourists
and us. Each carriage was pack to the brim, even the floor and luggage holders
were crammed with people. As the train pulled up to Waterloo, London the
butterflies and excited giggles started to kick in; reality taking the back
seat. I had dreamed of this moment for as long as I could remember, the day I
saw live in concert, Taylor Swift.
My
cousin towered over the people waving his arms like a dancing giraffe. We would
stay with him that night and travel back home the next day, but in that moment
I didn't care about tomorrow.
The
day was spent at Borough Market admiring the food and produce. The hustle and
bustle was enough to make anyone tired but I refused to let exhaustion take its
toll, this was the night.
The
preparation for the night didn't take me long, the outfit was chosen: Taylor
Swift t-shirt, high-waisted shorts, tights and the classic Taylor Swift cowboy
boots.
The
tube ride to the O2 was excruciating, I couldn't bear being that close to
seeing Taylor Swift - my idol. At each stop more and more Swifties became
apparent. The tube had stopped. That was it. I was here.
For
the next part of my story, watch this space!
Floss
xoxo
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