On a concert stage, Taylor is a petite, slender, fit, perky, tight-ass, American white 19-year-old with a great ass and sexy legs. She has long golden-blonde hair and blue eyes. She wears a shredded black minidress and gold heeled sandals. She wears gold panties. She wears gold bracelets. She is killed by the bloody gunshot hole on her forehead, blowing bloody bits of brain out of her head. Her wide, bulging, dead, sprawled eyes are rolled up. Her chin is slack. Her tongue flaps out of her bloody wide-open mouth. Her hair flares out. Yellow water sprays out of her exposed, quivering vagina. She lactates vigorously. Her left breast bounces up, spraying up. Her right breast flops down, spraying down. She drops a microphone. There are six bloody gunshot holes on her chest. There are five bloody gunshot holes on her sprawled legs. There are three bloody gunshot holes on her jiggling ass. She coughs up blood. Her breasts flop wildly around. Her head rocks backwards.