Yes!

"Of course, you can, sweetie!" said John. He grabbed her hand and brought her out of the studio. As she skipped off, he made sure to yell after her, "Hey! Don't forget to prostitute yourself as much as possible! I'm expecting at least 1,000$ by the time you get home tonight!"

"Okay, Daddy!" she yelled, skipping off. John began to scroll his phone, and saw that Taylor Swift was about to do a concert downtown. He teleported inside the concert hall, making sure to give himself a front-row seat. He stared up at the stage, waiting for her to come on.

He decided that she should come on with a ridiculous outfit, hairstyle, and makeup, and do tons of things to embarrass herself onstage. He made a few wishes with his device, and sat back, excited for what was to come.

Taylor stepped out.