Taylor Swift. Striking good looks, countless music awards, many millions of dollars in record sales... and such a checkered love life that it became constant fodder for tabloid gossip and cheap late night comedy. Perhaps even the most talented of young women still couldn't quite have it all...
But you thought you had a way to fix that!
You were a lucky chap who happened to win a contest to meet Taylor Swift after a concert (sponsored by Coke or Pepsi or Mr. Pibb or... someone. You bought a can of soda for lunch one day and apparently you were a winner, announced in big, bold, capital letters at the bottom of the can.) Naturally, you were quite excited and gossiped (some would say bragged) about it to all your friends. After making exaggerated shows of jealousy, many of them were quick to segue into a cheap joke about you being her "next celebrity hookup."
Just an idle joke? Not to a curious, brilliant young mind such as yours.
By coincidence, you happened to have a bit of a proficiency in chemistry. Being a healthy young man, of course, that proficiency mainly manifested itself in attempts at recreated flatulence and penis enlargers, rather than, say, a life-saving new medicine. The chance to meet Taylor reminded you of an old abandoned love potion project you tried about a year ago. Nothing you tried stuck (although one failed attempt made for a decent hot sauce prank), but now was as good a time as any to try to make it work.
Turns out, a year away from the project brought just the fresh perspective you needed to try variations on the formula you hadn't considered before. After a few (very messy) misfires, you finally created a stable formula. Further testing on your long beleaguered pet mice saw them falling all over each other. Finally, the miracle potion you had wanted desperately to exist ever since you turned 13 was sitting in one of your beakers right now. Granted, the length of the brewing and testing left you with no time to try for a human subject, but really, what was the worst that could happen? After all, this potion could finally solve the singer's longstanding romantic woes (and your own, completely coincidentally), and what could be a better gift to give a celebrity than that?
The date of the concert arrived, and it was everything you could ever want from a music event: tons of free swag, a VIP box all to yourself, and a great view of the young singer-songwriter performing a what's-what of her biggest, most ridiculously catchy hits. That view, however, was nothing compared to meeting her in person afterward; between her surprisingly tall stature, the country girl charm of her dirty blonde hair, and those pouty, lush red lips of hers, you were swept off your feet. Suddenly, it wasn't just the formula's questionable effectiveness that had you nervous.
"Hey! It's wonderful to meet you!" she said, her face lighting up in sincere friendliness
"Uh, hey!" you said a little clumsily, "That was... really a heck of a show!"
"Why thank you!" she responded, laughing a little at your shyness.
"Hey, so, I-I actually brought you a gift! Y'know, seeing as this is like a once-in-a-lifetime miracle, I wanted to show my appreciation!"
Reaching from a bag you somehow snuck past security, you took out...
(Author's note: the first choice is meant to be a "delayed falling for" option, with you and Taylor parting ways and her drinking the wine later, while the second one has the effects begin to take place immediately. The third is similar to the first, only with the potential for it to affect multiple female celebrities with whom she shares the perfume.)
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