Taylor Swift

"Ta-da!"

Jack was surprised to see Taylor Swift in front of him.

"What can I help you with, Miss Swift?" he asked.

"Just Taylor, please," Taylor said as she sat down.

"Okay, Taylor. What seems to be the problem?"

"My image."

"Elaborate, please."

"Oh, um, I keep thinking that I change my image too often. First I was a country singer, then I went to pop, now I'm back to doing more country. My die-hard fans are still with me, but I don't know how long that might last. Plus, most of my songs were about breakups, so much so I got called 'the Queen of Breakup Songs'. I don't want to be that blonde chick who sings about breakups all the time, you know."

"I understand, Taylor," Jack said. "And I think I can help you."

"Really?" Taylor asked.

"Yes. Sleep."

Taylor collapsed on the couch, asleep. Jack rubbed his hands together.