Dallas | Reputation Stadium Tour
“This ain’t for the best | My reputation’s never been worse, so
you must like me for me.”
Having tickets to an event more than a year in advance is almost just too anticipatory for me. However, I did my due diligence and got my Reputation Stadium Tour tickets the moment they hit the internet in pre-sale. I kept them a wonderful secret until Christmastime, when I surprised my sister with them. Then, the real waiting began. *Cue Jeopardy countdown music*
This show, just like every one I’ve been to before, just evokes a sheer joy and a beautiful reminder of why I love Taylor so much. That young curly-haired blonde who interacted with fans on Myspace while opening for Rascal Flats so many years ago…that’s still her.
The best part about aging alongside Taylor has always been the real-time relatability. Blaring “Picture to Burn” as I weaved through winding country roads, learning to drive and longing to be that brave and bold; needing some “Fearless” as I went off to college to live on my own for the first time; feeling “Sparks Fly” as I continued falling more in love with my very first boyfriend; turning “22” and having a anthem directly reflecting my life’s state of non-stop fun with friends and simultaneous uncertainty of possible career paths; heartbreakingly dropping my best friends off at the airport as they moved to NYC and texting them the new “Welcome to New York,” as soon as they landed; learning to “Shake it Off,” and choose to enjoy the things life brings, instead of just getting down; and now, anxiously awaiting the next “New Year’s Day” midnight moment with that same first boyfriend of mine, but also being perfectly content with the everyday routine of the life we’re building.
Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you. And I will hold on to you.
Thank you for telling your stories, Taylor. And in turn, telling mine too.