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Don’t know what else to do

Guys - It’s been announced recently that the American Music Awards will be honoring me with the Artist of the Decade Award at this year’s ceremony. I’ve been planning to perform a medley of my hits throughout the decade on the show. Scott Borchetta and Scooter Braun have now said that I’m not allowed to perform my old songs on television because they claim that would be re-recording my music before I’m allowed to next year. Additionally - and this isn’t the way I had planned on telling you this news - Netflix has created a documentary about my life for the past few years. Scott and Scooter have declined the use of my older music or performance footage for this project, even though there is no mention of either of them or Big Machine Records anywhere in the film.

Scott Borchetta told my team that they’ll allow me to use my music only if I do these things: If I agree to not re-record copycat versions of my songs next year (which is something I’m both legally allowed to do and looking forward to) and also told my team that I need to stop talking about him and Scooter Braun.

I feel very strongly that sharing what is happening to me could change the awareness level for other artists and potentially help them avoid a similar fate. The message being sent to me is very clear. Basically, be a good little girl and shut up. Or you’ll be punished.

This is WRONG. Neither of these men had a hand in the writing of those songs. They did nothing to create the relationship I have with my fans. So this is where I’m asking for your help.

Please let Scott Borchetta and Scooter Braun know how you feel about this. Scooter also manages several artists who I really believe care about other artists and their work. Please ask them for help with this - I’m hoping that maybe they can talk some sense into the men who are exercising tyrannical control over someone who just wants to play the music she wrote. I’m especially asking for help from The Carlyle Group, who put up money for the sale of my music to these two men.

I just want to be able to perform MY OWN music. That’s it. I’ve tried to work this out privately through my team but have not been able to resolve anything. Right now my performance at the AMA’s, the Netflix documentary and any other recorded events I am planning to play until November of 2020 are a question mark.

I love you guys and I thought you should know what’s been going on.

Taylor

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Maybe the best literary trope is when someone pulls out an earbud and you hear the “faint tinny strains of (insert artist here)”.

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Strike for the climate!

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GO SIGN THE EQUALITY ACT PETITION

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I feel like the Harry Potter Fandom isn’t even about the books anymore. Tumblr has basically rewritten the books with posts about things that should have happened and the fandom is now only fanfic, stuff on Pinterest, and stuff on Tumblr. We’ve all sort of forgotten about the books and movies, unless we are about to criticize them.

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The Lion King ripped off Kimba

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Warning! Spoilers for “The One” ahead:

When I first read The One, it didn’t fully sink in that Celeste died. Like, I read the part, but I didn’t realize what had happened, and I thought that she was still alive. So me and my friend were discussing the Selection series and she mentioned that Celeste died, and I almost fell over. She made fun of me for so long after that.

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Camp Half Blood

So one time my friends and I all wore our Camp Half Blood t-shirts to school. We both happened to have gym that day, and when I went to gym, my teacher goes, “I’ve seen a couple people with that t-shirt around school. Where is it? Do you go there?”

And I just was like, “Ummm....It’s on Long Island Sound...” Then my other friend and I looked at each other and started laughing, and my poor gym teacher was so confused.

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The Mauraders and Deejays:

*Summer and Lily makes the mauraders read a book with a deejay in it*

James: So...this deejay thing...What exactly is it?

Lily: *laughs* it’s like, instead of a band, someone has songs ready and plays them in his chosen order. Sometimes they’ll make a remix of the song, too.

Sirius: *jumps out from behind a statue* Cool! Can we be deejays?

Lily: Sure, I guess?

Remus: But didn’t the guy in the book have like a weird name? Do we have to do that?

Sirius: Yes!!!! Okay, okay: Remus...ummmm....

James: *yelling* Remix Remus in the house!!!

Remus never lost the nickname...

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God, it hurts to be human. Without you I’d be losing. And someday, we’ll face the music. God, it hurts to be human.

-P!NK and Khalid - Hurts 2B Human

Rachel looked ashamed. “I… I thought a blank canvas might help me think.” Her tone made it obvious that the whitewashing had accomplished nothing. 

Jason took me by the shoulders—not out of anger, or in a clinging way, but as a brother. “Promise me one thing. Whatever happens, when you get back to Olympus, when you’re a god again, remember. Remember what it’s like to be human.”

“Will, Kayla, Austin,” I said, “come with me.” “And Nico,” said Nico. “I have a doctor’s note.”

I did not blame the poor girl. Truly. But getting her to trust my friendship, to trust anyone after her stepfather, Nero, was like training a wild squirrel to eat out of one’s hand. Any loud noise was liable to cause her to flee, or bite, or both. (I realize that’s not a fair comparison. Meg bites much harder than a wild squirrel.) 

Leo looked like he had been struck repeatedly. And I knew, I had seen him struck repeatedly. He brushed the tears from his face. He stared at the cargo hold, then at the diorama in my hands. “I didn’t… I couldn’t even say good-bye,” he murmured. Piper shook her head. “Me neither.” 

“You sent this little sister of mine to do your errands.” Georgina tapped her own chest, her eyes wide and dark, still focused on me. (…) This little sister? If he ment that litterally, then…

But from now on I would be more than Lester. I would be more than an observer. I would be Apollo. I would remember. 

FULL FINISHED SET

Rachel

Jason

Cabin 7 + Nico

Meg

Piper and Leo

Georgina and Agamethus

Apollo

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You know that feeling when you’re listening to a song and it reaches that point where you just feel it. You just feel the song, you feel it in your bones and your heart, the voice, the lyrics, the instruments, just everything. And it’s all-consuming like there is nothing else but the music and the song. And you just feel so lost but in a good way. Yeah, that.