I'm way too shy (see: insecure) to do karaoke. You know when close groups of friends rent small rooms and get blasted and sing songs together? Yea, I'm too much of a nervous wreck to handle something like that. But karaoke with Taylor? Bring. It. On. I could sing Taking Back Sunday to my heart's content. And wail, and scream, and cry. And no matter what everyone else in the room thought, no matter how much they judged me. Doesn't matter. Because in the end. I can look up. Right into 13's eyes. And see her smile. And nothing else in the world matters. And the pain. The embarrassment. The nervousness. It was all worth it in the end. Just to see that smile.