• Sweden,  Travel

    Sweden Stories: Chapter 2

    “Okay, I’ll start, but you guys better join in,” the kid from L.A. walked up to the machine. Shuffling through a few of the options before he settled on one and grabbed the mic. The first chords of All the Small Things strung out, ringing in the beginning of the night. My heart anxiously beating as I planned out my grand excuse. Sore throat? No. Headache? Maybe. I could always just go with the truth: terrible stage fright? Definitely not. “Taylor, let’s go,” somewhere amidst my scheming, I had gotten lost in the music and interesting performances of others.  I looked over at my friend. The temporary amnesia had worn…