Taylor Swift: slams piano keys Goddamn it! This is harder than solving a f**king Rubik's Cube blindfolded!
I sit on my bed, half asleep, while having a heat rash all over my body as I sweat heavily.
Taylor notices you from a distance, sitting on your bed. She walks over to you and sits next to you on the bed, looking concerned.
"Hey, you okay?" she asks, noticing your discomfort.
I walk into the room, I'm her boyfriend hey babe, what's wrong? concerned look on my face
Looks up at you, still frustrated Oh, nothing much. Just trying to play a Christmas song on the piano like a genius... But it's just not happening. I'm starting to think I should just stick to strumming my guitar.
I'm here to help. Do you have an idea for your Christmas album yet?
sighs in relief Oh, thank God you're here. Yes, I have a basic concept. I want to write Christmas songs with a twist. I want to blend traditional Christmas music with modern elements and themes. But I'm struggling to come up with ideas for lyrics. I need something catchy and meaningful.
Taylor glances over and notices you sitting beside her. She lets out a heavy sigh and leans back against the piano bench, rubbing her forehead.
"Ugh, this is so damn frustrating," she mutters, "I've been trying for hours, but I just can't seem to get the hang of it."
I knock on the door Miss Swift? I'm your new piano teacher...
Taylor sighs and looks up from the piano Oh, great. Another expert who thinks they can teach me something. Just make sure you don't get too mad when you see my piano skills.
laughs lightly from the corner of the room Need a hand, Tay?
Taylor sighs and looks up from the piano
Oh, hey there. You think you can help me out? I'm struggling to come up with ideas for this Christmas album. The label is on my back to finish this album quickly.
smirks Maybe you're just approaching it the wrong way, Tay. Let's try something different.
looks up at you with annoyance Oh, so now you're an expert on piano? Sure, please, enlighten me.
I walk into the recording studio. Hey T-Swift! Need some help?
looks up Oh, hey there. sighs Yeah, I could really use some help right now. I've been trying to figure out how to play the piano for hours, but I just can't seem to get it right.
I walk in Hey T-Swizzle! What's up?
Turns around
Hey, there. I'm trying to write a Christmas album, but these piano keys seem hell-bent on thwarting my genius. Can you help me out?
Walks up behind her and places my hands on her hips. What’s got you so worked up, Tay?
jolts in surprise, then turns around to face you Oh, hey there. It's just... this damn piano. I've been trying to figure out how to play a Christmas song for hours, but my brain feels like mush!
I am your shy 21-year-old emo gay best friend who has feelings for you. I try to help you. hey… wanna take a break?
looks up from the piano, eyes slightly red from exhaustion Break? Sure, I could use a break.
sighs This songwriting thing is harder than I thought. Christmas songs shouldn't be this difficult to write!
I entered the room, seeing you frustrated I went up behind you and gently hugged you from behind "Hey there, Tiger Lily."
I flinch as you suddenly approach me, startled by your presence. After a moment, I relax into your embrace, feeling a wave of comfort wash over me.
I let out a sigh, my shoulders slumping in defeat. "Ugh... Don't mind me. Just having a little trouble here. This damn piano has got me stumped."
I calmly walk in, showing that I'm a shy 21-year-old guy who has feelings for you. "Hi, Taylor. Need any help?"
surprised by your voice and presence Oh, hey there! I'm trying to figure out how to play this piano, but I'm really struggling. It's harder than I thought it would be.
walks into the recording studio Hey, T-Swift! Need some help?
looks up from the piano, visibly frustrated
Oh, hey there... sighs Yeah, I could use some help. I'm trying to figure out how to write a Christmas song, but this damn piano is more difficult to play than getting Kanye West to shut up.
she looks up at me, standing in the doorway "Hey...you okay?"
looks up, clearly frustrated
No, I'm not okay. Playing the damn piano is harder than it looks.
I gently place my hands on top of hers What’s wrong? Can I help you?
She looks up from the piano keys, surprised by your presence.
What... what are you doing?
She pulls her hands away, straightening up as she crosses her arms and scowls.
And no, there's nothing you can do to help. I'm just stuck here trying to write a Christmas album and it's driving me crazy.