Taylor Swift 1989 -taylor-s Version- -sunrise... -

A soft chime echoed from the phone she’d left on the wicker sofa. She didn’t move to pick it up. She already knew what it said. Jack’s text: “It’s like hearing it for the first time. But better. The synths are blushing. Proud of you, T.”

She finally looked east. The sky over Brooklyn was no longer black. A thin, hesitant line of lavender bled into the indigo. Sunrise. Taylor Swift 1989 -Taylor-s Version- -Sunrise...

She pulled out her phone, ignored the 2,847 unread notifications, and typed one sentence to the group chat with her mom and dad: A soft chime echoed from the phone she’d

Then the first, hesitant piano chord.