Los Angeles, the brilliant sunshine shining on the clear water, heated the pool to a slightly warm temperature.
Link swam two laps in the pool wearing shorts, then returned to the balcony where Taylor was still sprawled on the yoga mat; however, she wasn't practicing yoga, but was writing songs.
Her second album "Fearless" had been released almost a year ago and was nearing the end of its promotional cycle; it was time to consider the third album.
Taylor had been writing songs and poetry since she was ten years old and had even won a national poetry contest. Over the years, she had accumulated more than 300 songs, a true tycoon.
She could have chosen songs for her third album from her existing list, but she didn't want to rely on old materials, feeling that the songs she wrote now would definitely be better than those from the past; she wanted to write even better songs.
Link admired her professional spirit.
"Link, what if I can't write anything?"