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Sarah Carerra
By AngelJedi
(Released: October 4, 2010)
Chapter 10 - The Woman behind the Wig
After taking a shower the next morning, I returned to my own room to
get ready. Just the idea of working on Sarah's music without being
dressed up like her was odd. But we were the same person, and I knew
that we had the same talents. After all, I'd written the songs without
the wig.
But I think it was the presence of the band that was the real issue.
The idea of not wearing the wig in front of them almost felt like I
would be standing naked in front of them. It felt like I was being
exposed more than I ever had before.
I put on a pair of jeans and a tee, pulled my hair back into a
ponytail, put on my makeup, and stepped back out of my room. I was
hoping that I had time for some breakfast before everyone arrived, but
as I approached the door to Sarah's room I heard the guys inside
setting up their instruments. I had to laugh at some of the things they
were saying while they worked. They definitely did not appreciate the
room's decor like I did. I was about to go in and see how they were
doing when the doorbell rang.
Instead of stepping inside of Sarah's room, I walked down the hallway
to the front room. Mom was coming out of the kitchen, and smiled when
she saw me.
"I got it," I told her and she stepped back into the kitchen where it
smelled like she was making a really good breakfast. I should have
known that we would be feeding the band.
Sophie was standing on the doorstep when I opened the door, and she
looked up at me in confusion for a moment before recognition swept
across her face.
"Megan?" she asked. I smiled a quirky grin back at her.
"Hi, Sophie," I said and then stepped back and opened the door further.
"Come on in."
She stepped inside, but she didn't stop looking at me the whole time.
"Not what you expected, huh?" I asked her. All she could do was nod for
a moment.
"You look so different!" she finally said. "I mean, I never would have
guessed that you were Sarah Carerra if you hadn't told me."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment," I told her. "I don't want to
be recognized."
She nodded, but didn't know what else to say.
"Have you had anything to eat?" I asked her. She shook her head.
"Don said that breakfast would be provided," she said and it was my
turn to nod.
"Mom's making it right now and it smells really good," I stepped over
to the door to the kitchen, motioning for Sophie to follow me. Once we
were inside, Mom looked up at us.
"Mom, this is Sophie," I told her. My mom broke out in a warm smile
directed at Sophie.
"Hi, Sophie," she said. "I don't think we properly met at the concert.
It's nice to finally meet you. Are you hungry?"
Sophie looked around at the many pots and pans that Mom had been using.
She had gone all out; there were pancakes, waffles, sausage, bacon,
eggs, and hash browns. If someone wanted it for breakfast, my mom had
probably made it.
"Wow, Mom! That's a lot of food!" I stated.
"I wanted the band to feel at home this morning," Mom explained.
"Perhaps they won't be so shocked to meet you if their stomachs are
full."
I laughed at her silly joke, and Sophie smiled.
"It's almost ready," Mom continued. "If you want to go get the boys, we
can get started. Your dad should be back in a moment. He went to get
some more milk."
"Okay," I told her. "I'll go get them."
Stepping back out of the kitchen and into the hall, I looked back to
see Sophie following me. I walked down to Sarah's door and pushed it
open. Inside the couch had been moved to the side, leaving a large open
area where the band was setting up a lot of equipment. The guys looked
up at my entrance, but didn't smile until Sophie came in behind me. I
stepped closer to where they were standing, and stuck my hand out for
Jason to take. He was confused at the gesture.
"Hi, Jason," I said. "My name is Megan, and I'll be singing with you
this morning."
He was totally confused, and both Connor and Stacy stared at me. Jason
took my hand and gave it a shake, but he didn't seem to know what to
say.
"Who are you?" he finally managed to get out after he had let go of my
hand. I gave him a wide smile before turning and walking over to where
the armoire was and punched in the access code.
"You mean you don't recognize me?" I asked after I heard the click that
told me the armoire was now unlocked. I knew they didn't, it was
written all over their faces. I pulled open the armoire and pulled out
the wig they were so familiar with. "What if I put this on?"
"Sarah?" Connor finally asked before I'd had to resort to putting the
wig on. I smiled warmly at him. At least one of them seemed to show
some signs of recognition.
"Yeah, it's me," I said while placing the wig back on the foam head.
"My dad and I felt that you guys deserve to know the truth about me.
Sarah Carerra is my stage name. My real name is Megan."
"You and your dad?" Jason asked. I rolled my eyes. How much more dense
could these guys be?
"I'm her dad," someone said from the doorway. We all turned to see Dad
standing there, with a smile on his face. The guys remained confused
for another moment, before a light started to shine in their eyes.
"Oh," Jason stated, surprised. "Sarah is your daughter?"
"Well, Megan is," Dad replied. "Sarah was created to give her the
chance to have a life outside of the spotlight. She didn't want to be
hassled every time she stepped out of the house."
The guys lapsed back into silence. It was obvious that they hadn't
expected anything like this to happen. I almost felt bad about telling
them the truth.
"Look," I said. "The more people who know about me, the more likely it
is that the truth will reach the public. I don't want that to happen,
and you guys have a lot at stake if that happens too."
"Wait," Connor spoke up, showing some initiative again. "What do you
mean we have 'a lot at stake'?"
Dad replied, "Your contracts with us are to perform with Sarah Carerra.
If the truth gets out, and Megan can't perform any longer, you guys
could be out of a job. We don't want that to happen."
"Okay," Jason said. He was nodding his head in agreement at not wanting
to be out of a job. "What happens now?"
"Nothing," Dad said. "Sarah will always be there with you when you guys
perform or practice. Today, we wanted you to meet Megan so that you
could better get to know the person behind the music. We aren't trying
to make you uncomfortable."
"This is totally the opposite," I added. "If you know who I really am,
then I hope that we can be more comfortable with each other. You all
are so good at what you do, and I just want to make the best of our
relationship so that we can all benefit together."
We lapsed back into silence for a moment. I was hoping to get some type
of response from the guys, but they appeared to be at a loss for words.
Finally, Jason spoke up.
"Well, this is definitely a surprise, but we feel the same way, Sarah,"
he said. "We've done the studio gig, and now we've played on stage at a
major concert. We like working with you. You're kind, considerate, and
don't take all of the glory for yourself. Thank you for telling us."
I smiled brightly back at them. Connor and Stacy were nodding along
with Jason's answer, and I knew that I hadn't lost them.
"Come on," Dad said. "Breakfast is ready, and I'm hungry."
The rest of us laughed, but we all agreed. Soon we were all around the
dining room table eating a hearty breakfast.
Holly showed up a short time later, and we spent much of breakfast
telling her about the events of the morning. My revelation had done the
one thing that I had hoped it would do - it brought us closer together.
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"Where do we start?" Jason asked once we were back in Sarah's room. The
guys had ribbed me over the decor during breakfast, but they knew I was
a girl and had laughed when I told them we could have been practicing
at their place instead. But now it was time to get to work.
"Well, I thought I'd play you the songs first," I told them while
walking over to retrieve my guitar. "Then we can pick one and start
working on adding the other instruments to it. Once we get that done,
we can put everything together. What do you think?"
I picked up my guitar case and turned back toward them.
"Sounds good," Jason said. "How many songs do you have?"
"Four," I replied. "I doubt we'll get everything done today, but
anything that gets us closer to finishing the album helps."
I walked over to the couch and took a seat next to where Sophie and
Holly were waiting. They wouldn't be needed for a while, but they
didn't seem to mind being here.
"Do we get to hear 'Love?'," Holly asked with a quirky grin. I'd
forgotten that they had been with me during my interview on 'Wake Up!'
last week. They knew all about what that song represented.
Before I could respond, I felt myself blush. Without intending to, I'd
let it slip on air that the song was about Josh Holliday. I didn't even
want to get into that fiasco with the band. It was better to leave that
alone and stick to the music.
"Sure," I told them a moment later. "We can start there."
I pulled my guitar out of its case and placed it on my knee. The last
time I had played this song for somebody, it had been inadvertent.
Madison had walked in on me while I was putting the finishing touches
on it, and I had avoided playing it for my family. The less they knew
about my love life, the better, especially after my interview on 'Wake
Up!'.
This time, I started the song with a bit of trepidation. Madison had
really liked the song, but it exposed a part of my heart that I wasn't
sure I was ready to expose to the world.
The song started out really slow, with a calm, serene tone that
gradually grew until it crashed over in a wave of adoration before
calming down again to a close. I felt that I was blushing the whole
time I sang.
When I finished four minutes later, I looked around the room. The girls
had big smiles on their faces. The guys looked depressed at the thought
of playing such a slow, meaningful song. But it was the other people
who had crept into the room that really affected me. Mom and Dad were
standing at the door, and the look on their faces made me realize just
how much they meant to me. I could see the love in their eyes that was
spoken about in the song, and immediately I felt tears rush to my own
eyes.
I grabbed a tissue and quickly dabbed at them to prevent them from
ruining any of my makeup.
"Girl, you are smitten," Holly said after seeing my reaction. I choked
out a laugh. That was only part of what I was feeling, but I didn't
want to get into the rest. I just smiled back at Mom and Dad.
"Whatever," I said to break the emotions that were lingering in the
room. "Can we move on to the others?"
Most of the other people in the room nodded, and I strummed my guitar
again, trying to decide which one to play next.
"I started writing this one after the concert," I told them. "That
night, after we left the stage, I had the most wonderful feeling. I
couldn't sleep. Everything in my life seemed to be so perfect, and I
didn't want to let it go. This song doesn't do that feeling justice,
but it comes about as close as I could get it. It's called 'My Life'."
I envisioned this song starting with the drums, and that wasn't
something that I could duplicate with my guitar. That meant that I had
to start the song further in. Even the main chord was designed for
Jason's electric, and I could only capture part of the sound I wanted
from the song out of my acoustic. But it worked.
This song was much more in the ballpark of what 'Pop Fly' was used to
playing. It had a nice beat to it and a catchy melody. I hoped that
when we added the drums and a bass guitar, I could get it to a point
that it reminded me of the night after the concert, where Emily and I
stared out the window of my hotel room together.
I played through this song with just as much emotion as I had with
'Love?'. While the emotions were different, both songs were infused
with them, and I hoped that they would touch the heart of anyone who
heard them as much as they touched my own.
When the song came to a close, everyone was smiling. I hoped that this
song became one of the popular ones from the album, because it meant so
much to me. Then again, they all did.
"Okay," I said before anyone else could speak. "Two more. This next one
was written after I got home from the hospital with the help of Chloe
and Madison." I smirked when I realized the band probably didn't
recognize one of those names. "You guys met Madison at 'Wake Up!',
right?"
There were nods from the band members indicating that they did remember
my cousin, and they had of course met Chloe when I brought both her and
Xander to the studio with me before the concert.
"It's called 'Friends Forever'," I told them.
I started playing the third song for them. This one was the fastest of
the four I had written, and really had a positive flavor to it. It was
all about friends and their connection to your own life. My friendship
with Emily and Madison had such a positive effect on me, and I was
happy that we could turn that into a song that encompassed much of what
we had been through together.
This song wasn't roiled in the deep emotions that the other three were,
and it was nice to have another fun, carefree song to share with the
world. I couldn't wait to hear what Madison had to say about it when
she heard the completed song for the first time.
"I like that one," Stacy said.
"Good," I told him. "Because I have some good ideas for your drums that
should help make it even better."
He smiled back at me, and I turned my thoughts toward the last song
that I had written. Of the four, this one meant the most to me. This
song alone had more power and emotion than the other three songs
combined. This song proved not only to the world, but also to me, that
I could overcome the challenges that had been thrown at me since I had
embarked on my career as Sarah Carerra. This song embodied the strength
that I had been able to muster after the press conference just three
days earlier.
So much had happened since then, and I couldn't imagine feeling the
despair that I had felt at the studio again. I certainly didn't feel
that way now. I was embarrassed to have the knowledge of what had
happened to me last week talked about by the media. But that despair
had been transformed into a strength that was encompassed in this song.
It was a strength that had lifted my spirits, and had given me a reason
to continue on.
Sure, Brady Townsend had taken me to the lowest point I could remember
in my recent life. But he had also given me what I needed to overcome
the pitfalls of my new career. The media was going to be watching me,
and I was certain that this was only the first of many incidents that
would upset me during my lifetime. But I now knew for sure that they
couldn't hold me back.
"'You Can't Hurt Me'" I said. I didn't explain to them where this song
had come from. They wouldn't need an explanation because the song said
it all. I didn't mention the incident at all in the song, but there was
no denying what this song was about.
I started playing the melody that opened the song, vocalizing another
with my voice. There were no words to start this song, just emotions in
the form of music. When I did start singing, the words came out with an
edge to them. They were traced with the anger and frustration that I
had felt after the press conference on Saturday. As the song continued,
the anger was gradually replaced with confidence and strength. In the
end, the message was clear, and the last "You Can't Hurt Me!" just
before the final note told anyone who listened that no one can control
how I feel or what I think. I'm stronger than they are.
As silence filled the room, I gazed once again at those friends and
family around me. I hadn't played this song for anyone other than Dad
before, but the faces of every person looking back at me had an
awestruck quality to them. I knew at that moment that the song truly
did get my message across.
Finally, Sophie spoke, "Megan, that is powerful. Really, REALLY
powerful." The others merely nodded.
---
Hours later I was sitting on the loveseat in the front room, reading a
book. Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch watching TV, and Austin had
gone out with some friends.
Dad had stopped the band's practice around 3:00 to prevent me from
exhausting myself again, and I'd taken the time afterward to take a
nap. Now I was trying to read. Reading was something I really enjoyed
doing, but I hadn't had much time to read since I'd made my first demo
CD, and I was excited to get the chance.
However, I was having a hard time concentrating on the words on the
page. There was something bothering me, and I couldn't figure out what
it was.
"The band!" I gasped. Both Mom and Dad immediately looked at me, but I
had finally figured it out. "Dad! The band needs to come with me on
Friday!"
"I thought that we had agreed that you would perform by yourself," he
said. He clearly wasn't happy at my request.
"That was before we finished the song!" I exclaimed. "It took on a
whole new level this afternoon when we performed it the last time!"
Dad pondered it, and then he nodded. I knew that he felt the same way.
The band had decided that they wanted to work on 'You Can't Hurt Me'
first, and it was the only song we were able to finish in the time
allotted to us today.
It had been an amazing experience. I had ideas of what I wanted from
each of the other instruments. Jason, Connor, and Stacy were able to
take those ideas and implement them in a way that actually improved my
original idea. Holly and Sophie also contributed, and now the song
wasn't just mine, it was ours.
"I'll contact them tomorrow," Dad said. "I asked them to keep their
schedules open that morning in case we needed them."
"Thanks, Dad," I told him. He nodded and turned back toward the TV, and
I went back to my book. This time, I was able to thoroughly enjoy it.
---
Chapter 11 - It's Just a Job
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