Rehash

 
Floodlights illuminated the bands of steam draining into the chilly October night in Chicago. The auditorium that had been packed with warm bodies just an hour ago was now peppered with workers picking up trash and breaking down sets.

Meanwhile, having finished her show, Taylor was already making out with a Five Guys cheeseburger in the backseat of her Ferrari 458. Next to her, Travis sipped on a strawberry milkshake. "Save some for me," she implored him without making eye contact, while she watched a Friends rerun on her iPhone 17.

Back at the hotel, Taylor ordered oysters, which she planned to eat in bed later. Travis was still working on the milkshake, so Taylor decided to get started on the oysters on her own. She sent Travis to start filling up the tub for a bubble bath.

It was a few minutes before midnight when she heard the rapping outside her door.

"For all my Southside niggas that know me best, I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex. Why? I made that bitch famous. Goddamn I made that bitch famous."

Taylor recognized the voice in the rap music straight off. What was he doing outside her door again? Naturally, she did what any famous celebrity in her position would do.

"Hello, room service? Could you send up a hot dog?"

Exactly 25 minutes later, the GrubHub delivery driver arrived in the hotel lobby. The hotdog was handed off to a bellboy, who made his way up to Taylor's suite. But the bellboy ran into Kanye West on the stairwell. "I'll take that to Taylor," he said, grabbing the hotdog from the stunned attendant. Then Kanye went back up to Taylor's floor and started rapping outside her room again.

"For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's best
Why? They mad they ain't famous (Goddamn)."

From the other side of the door, Taylor shouted, "Is that my hot dawg?"

"It sure is. Let me come in," said Kanye, who had already eaten Taylor's hotdog, but had a noticeable bulge in his pants.

"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin," answered Taylor, recognizing Kanye's voice again. "You are not my hotdog delivery boy."

"I am tonight," Kanye yelled back. A confused Taylor opened the door. Once she saw Kanye's hotdog, she knew she would have no regrets.

Well, Kanye huffed and he puffed and he blew Taylor's other door in. They both had a grand old time. And Travis, still in the bathroom working on the bubble bath, never heard a thing.