I washed the smell of alcohol off me, and tried to find some food in the room to help my sour stomach. I found a cookie on the dresser that I got when checking in to the hotel two days ago. It would work until I called up room service for something with more nutrition.
My body fell back against the bed as I ate, and I tried not to think about anything besides having faith.
This was the part of the movie where the hero thinks all hope is lost, but then something happens—an epiphany if you will— giving him the strength and the knowledge of what he has to do to come to victory.
I just needed my side character, or something to give me a clue as to what I should do.
An hour I waited for my stomach to settle, and the universe to provide me with the answers, and when a song by the world’s top pop star came on, I officially knew I was screwed. This hero wasn’t getting the girl.
Until I listened to the song, and ignored who sang it.
This song literally had my salvation.
Never in my life would I think Taylor Swift would be the one to tell me how to get the girl.
But here I was, the hero who knew what he had to do.
She was the Alessandra to my Joel, period buddies for life.
