Let us paint a little picture: It's 2005 and you're on vacation in Nashville. You've seen everything—The Country Music Hall of Fame, the Parthenon, whatever that park is called that surrounds the Parthenon. You've also eaten everything—you hit up a hot chicken stand, you stopped by the Loveless Cafe, you've consumed more biscuits than any human ever should.
You're exhausted from a long day of Nashville-ing, but you convince yourself not to go back to the hotel and watch last week's episode of How I Met Your Mother and instead to hit the town. You wander into a tiny bluegrass bar and see a little wisp of a thing perched atop a stool at one end, armed with an acoustic guitar and hair as big as her dreams. She belts out a sad tune, singing about dancing all night long to Tim McGraw, and also something about moonlight on a lake, but you didn't really catch that part.
That, friends, was Taylor Swift .