When the boys left, I started looking for Taylor. I totally forgot about Kat. I was surprised to hear someone else singing. There she was, at the top of the walkway. Black dress, as you know, stolen from her mothers closet to match her black soft cast. I think her other foot was shoeless. I saw toes and skin peaking out and she was walking all over the hem. Obviously she was to be wearing heels with the dress.
What I wasn’t expecting was how much I enjoyed it. Yes, I did. She was having fun, chuckling that deep, throaty goofy chuckle that seems so wrong coming out of that beautiful face. The band seemed to be loving her as well. She did her little speech and Atlanta gave her such an abundance of love that I swear she got misty eyed.
When she started SOTR, Leather Queen Chris nudged me and motioned for me to look over my shoulder. What I saw were little girls everywhere standing on chairs, holding their mom’s hands or clutching “I love you Kat” posters. They all had magic twinkles in their eyes. Just like they were watching a fairy princess, they were in a trance. Kat knew it and did not disappoint her little fans. She would point and wave little personal waves, acknowledge as many as she could see. She would mouth or motion “I love you too” without that fake look on her face. She really was into this y’all. She did not disappoint.
I got so wrapped up in it and so moved by the whole thing, at the end I stood and cheered and waved my hands above my head like a crazy person. Hey! I was a little girl once! Honest to God, I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from screaming “I LOVE YOU KAT!”. At that moment, I really did.