Lily loved Taylor Swift more than anything in the world. Not just *liked* her, oh no. Lily *loved* her. She knew every lyric to every song, every album cover was memorized, and she could even do a pretty good impression of Taylor's signature sparkly guitar strum. Her bedroom wasn't just a bedroom; it was a shrine. Posters of Taylor in every era adorned the walls, from the country starlet with pigtails to the dazzling pop icon. Sparkly cat ears sat perched on her desk, next to a meticulously organized collection of Taylor Swift albums. Even her bedspread was a patchwork quilt of images from Taylor's music videos. One day, Lily’s grandpa, a kind, twinkling-eyed man named Arthur, announced he was taking her to the city for a special surprise. Lily, already buzzing with excitement, imagined a new Taylor Swift album, maybe even a signed guitar! The car ride was filled with Lily singing along to Taylor’s greatest hits, her grandpa joining in with enthusiastic, if slightly off-key, humming. They arrived at a bustling city square, overflowing with people. Grandpa Arthur squeezed Lily’s hand, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Close your eyes, sweetie,” he whispered.