Sarah Carerra Chapter 9 The Debut Album
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Sarah Carerra
By AngelJedi
(Released: October 18, 2010)
Chapter 12 - Album Art
I awoke the next morning excited to step into Sarah's shoes once again.
I knew that Scott and Dad had hired a creative director to help us find
the right image for the album, and I couldn't wait to find out what
ideas he had.
I got up and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. Once I was
undressed, I stepped in front of the mirror.
I was still amazed at how great I looked. Not only did I look
beautiful, but I completely looked like a girl now! There was still
some bruising around the surgical site, and it was a little tender when
I used the restroom, but there was no denying what I was now.
Without a doubt, I was a girl. I don't think there was a single person
in the world who would look at me and think otherwise. The surgeon had
done a masterful job, and I had absolutely no regrets about going
through with the surgery. I was finally complete. I was finally the
person I was meant to be.
Once I was done with my shower I headed for Sarah's room to get dressed
and put on my makeup. Then I pinned my wig in place and went to eat
some breakfast. While I ate my cereal, I wished that I had someone to
go to the photo shoot with me. Sure, Dad would be there, but that
wasn't the same. Emily was working again, and Ethan was still at that
stupid summer camp that he had run off to. I hoped that he was okay. I
knew that he had gone there to figure out what was going on between us.
That was something that I hadn't had the time, or the desire, to figure
out myself.
I didn't know what my kiss had meant. I certainly didn't feel like I
was ready to run off and marry him. But something was certainly
different between us. That was inevitable; we had been normal teenage
best friends, until one day we were told that anatomically I was a
girl. Sure, it wasn't something I would have been able to avoid, but it
was still a huge surprise to both of us.
Now we had to deal with all of that. But I had made it even worse by
kissing him. I didn't know what that kiss meant. I thought that my
heart belonged to Josh right now, but there was more to the kiss I had
given Ethan than just a friendly kiss on the cheek. Did I have feelings
for him or was it something more like sisterly love?
A knock on our front door kept me from pondering the answer to that
question. I wasn't sure who was there, but I knew that answering it
would be a bad idea while I was dressed as Sarah. Fortunately, Dad came
out of his office and answered it for me. It turned out that I didn't
have anything to worry about.
"Morning, Sarah," Julia said brightly when she entered the kitchen. I
hadn't seen Julia for a while, and I smiled at her while putting my
spoon down. Then I stood up and gave her a hug. I did the same thing
for Stephanie who had followed her into the room.
"Morning," I finally replied. "What are you two doing here this
morning? I thought we would be meeting up at the shoot."
"We'll be there," Julia replied. "But we have some exciting things to
try this morning. Are you done eating?"
I looked back at my cereal bowl. It was nearly empty.
"Yeah," I replied. "Just let me clean up quickly."
They smiled and watched as I took the bowl over to the sink and washed
it out before placing it in the dishwasher. Then I led them down the
hall to Sarah's room.
"First of all, take off that wig," Julia said. "It's time to show the
world a different look. You're a young woman now, and we want to show
the world that you can handle the pressure that is being thrown at you,
especially after last Saturday. Okay?"
"Okay," I replied and started unpinning the wig. I was really curious
about what she had planned. It definitely wasn't what I had been
expecting this morning. Once I had the wig off, I opened the armoire
and placed it back on its foam head before stepping back and letting
Julia have a look inside.
She started perusing the contents, looking at each wig that we had
purchased to find the right one to fit her desired image. Eventually,
she pulled one out and handed it to me.
"Put this on," she said. I took the wig from her and placed it on my
head before turning back to where I had put the pins. Once the new wig
was pinned in place, I stepped over to the mirror.
I looked totally different. The wig that Julia had selected was the
same color as the one that I had been wearing up to this point. But
instead of the soft curls and waves that had flowed down my back, I now
had long, straight hair. I looked fantastic!
I turned back to Julia to allow her to see what I looked like. She
smiled at my image. "That's the one," she said. "Now sit down and let
Stephanie do her thing."
I sat down on the seat in front of my vanity, and let Stephanie get to
work. She didn't tell me what she was doing, but I watched mesmerized
as she did my makeup subtlety different than what she had been doing.
It didn't take much, but I looked slightly older than I had the last
time she had done my makeup.
When the two of them were done with me, I looked gorgeous! I couldn't
believe what a different hairstyle and makeup could do!
"Perfect," Julia declared. "You still look young, but you look more
mature now. Come on, let's show your dad."
I stood up and followed Julia out of Sarah's room. I knew Dad was in
his office, but we were intercepted by Austin in the hallway before we
got there.
"Whoa!" he said when he saw me.
"Morning, Austin," I told him. "Do you like my new look?"
Austin gave me a look that I never thought that I would see from him.
He was checking me out! He was my brother, for crying out loud! I
frowned, and he noticed immediately.
"I'm sorry, Megan," he said. I think he unconsciously used my real name
to separate the thoughts that he'd been having from his sister. I guess
everybody does love Sarah Carerra. "It's just...you're so pretty!"
That turned my frown upside down. I smiled back at him, happy that he
wasn't looking at me the way he had been anymore. I knew I was
attractive, and this new wig and makeup only emphasized those features,
but it still felt weird to have guys staring at me, especially when it
was my brother.
Dad stepped out of his office and into the hallway at that point, and
he gave me a completely different look. He grimaced. I instantly
laughed at his reaction. I knew that he saw how much more attractive I
was now, and I knew that he was thinking he would have to protect me
that much more.
"You've outdone yourself again, Julia," Dad said, but he never took his
eyes off me. "Sarah, you look fantastic! Your fans are going to eat
this new look up."
"Thanks, Dad," I replied, and I could feel myself blushing again.
"Shall we head out?" he asked next. I was ready if Julia and Stephanie
were done with my makeover. They were both nodding, so I did too.
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It took us about an hour to get to our destination. When we pulled up
to a beach, I was worried about what they were going to try to get me
to wear. I definitely didn't want to pose in a bikini for my album
cover.
As I stepped out of the car, I started to feel nervous. It looked like
there was an area cordoned off for the shoot, but there were still many
people milling about preparing for a day at the beach. I hadn't really
been seen in public since the press conference, and this photo shoot
might give me more exposure than I was ready for.
"It'll be okay, Sarah," Dad said from beside me as we walked. I smiled
up at him. I truly was glad that he was my agent. Having a friendly
face at all of my engagements was a blessing.
"I know," I replied. "But that doesn't mean I'm not going to be nervous
about it."
He chuckled at my reply, and we continued to walk the few steps toward
the cordoned off area at the end of the parking lot. I noticed that
they even had a police car parked nearby. Was I that important that we
had the police at my photo shoot?
I saw a number of people watching us as we walked, and I began to worry
that someone would recognize me. My only hope that I could make it to
safety without anyone approaching me was the fact that I had a
different hairstyle. But alas, it wasn't enough.
"Sarah Carerra!" I heard someone scream, and I turned to look. There
was a young girl pointing at me from the sand. A number of other girls
nearby also turned to look at me. I put a smile on my face and waved at
them, causing the girls to squeal and look around for their parents. By
the time that it took them to find their parents, Dad and I had stepped
inside the cordoned off area. I sighed in relief.
Dad pointed to a group of people, and then steered me toward them. I
noticed that Max was among them. Max was my marketing agent with the
record company, and I knew that he would be involved in all of the art
decisions surrounding my album.
"Sarah!" Max greeted me as we approached. We shook hands, and then he
turned toward the group to start the introductions.
"Sarah, this is Jay Eon, your creative director for today," he said
while pointing toward a short man who looked very athletic. I wouldn't
be surprised if he ran marathons when he wasn't directing photo shoots.
"Pleased to meet you," I told Jay and took his outstretched hand.
"The pleasure is mine, Ms. Carerra," he replied.
Max then turned toward the other guy who had been standing nearby. I
smiled immediately at him. "Sarah, I believe you've met your
photographer already?"
"Yes," I replied. "It's nice to meet you again, Mr. Gunthrie."
"Please," he said with a wide grin. "Call me Greg. It will be my honor
to photograph you this morning, Sarah."
Greg Gunthrie had been the photographer on my second photo shoot, the
shoot where we had made the posters and other marketing material to
start my career. The shoot had started out terribly, with Greg yelling
at everyone to get everything done. But after a while, he realized that
he could get more out of me by being nice, and had shown that his mean
side was just an act. He really had turned out to be a good guy, and a
great photographer.
"Now that everyone has met," Max stated. "Let's get you off to
wardrobe. We've got two locations that we are going to be shooting at
today, so we need to get moving."
"Okay," I replied. I could see Julia waving at me from a large tent. I
gave the guys that I had been talking to a smile and then walked over
to Julia.
"Jay wants us to try two different concepts today," Julia said once she
had me inside the tent. There were all kinds of clothes hanging around.
I smirked at the thought of someone dragging all of these clothes up
here for me. "He wants us to try a glam shot, and then we'll be doing
some simple shots at the other location. I'm not sure that I like the
idea of no glam for your album cover, but he thinks that you'll be able
to provide the glam yourself. Either way, start with that outfit." She
pointed to a small rack that had some clothes hanging from it and some
shoes on the ground beside it. "I'll be outside when you are dressed."
"Okay," I said and stepped over to the clothes. Julia stepped outside
the tent and pulled on a string that had been holding up a strip of
vinyl that acted as a door, causing it to fall over the opening and
give me some privacy.
The outfit she had selected consisted of a white skirt that looked like
it would be nearly see through, a pink tank top that had a number of
sequins that made it shimmer much like the one I had worn at my first
concert, a wide silver belt that looked like it was studded with
diamonds all the way around, and a single, simple bracelet that
contained a small ring of diamonds around the entire circumference. I
assumed that all of the gems were fakes, but I knew I had to be careful
in case they weren't.
I undressed and quickly donned the items that Julia had picked out for
me. Once I had everything on, I turned to the sandals that had also
been left nearby. They were simple, white with a pink strap that tied
around my ankle, and thankfully without a heel. I certainly didn't want
to be walking around the beach in heels, so I was grateful for that.
There was a full-length mirror in the tent, and I stepped over to it to
get a look at myself. Once again Julia had done a fantastic job in
clothing me. I thought I looked a little younger in the outfit than I
had after my makeover this morning, but not by much. The skirt was
flimsy, but it wasn't see-through at all. It had enough layers to make
it light and airy, causing it to flow around me as I walked. The rest
of the outfit complemented the skirt perfectly.
I stepped back outside to get her approval.
"Turn around for me," she said and twirled her fingers in a circle. I
complied and slowly turned to let her see everything. "No, that isn't
quite right. Come back inside."
I followed her back in, and she asked me take off the tank top and
sandals and replace them with similar items in yellow.
"Okay, that looks good," she finally said. "Stephanie will touch up
your makeup and then you're free to start shooting."
"Thanks, Julia," I told her. "You have a great eye for fashion. I know
that I wouldn't be able to pick something like this out."
She laughed, before smiling at me. "You're doing pretty well yourself,
Sarah. Don't sell yourself short. You've certainly come far from that
tomboy I met the first day."
I smiled back at her quip. I enjoyed these clothes far more than I did
my old boys clothes that she was referring to.
Once Stephanie had retouched my makeup, not making any changes to what
she had done that morning, I walked back over to where Dad was still
talking to Max and the other guys.
"All set?" Jay asked. I nodded. "Good, we're going to start down on the
beach. We have a small area set aside where we can get some good shots
with the beach, the ocean, and a small rock outcropping. Follow me."
He started walking down a small path that led from the parking lot a
short way into the sand. There the cordoned area ended, but I saw a
taped off area further down the beach with some camera equipment and
lights set up. Unfortunately, there were also a number of families
gathered in the area in between.
"Walk all the way to the area we have roped off," Max said to me when
it became apparent that there were fans waiting for me on the beach.
"Then you can have a few minutes with your fans before we start taking
photos. But be careful, because we don't want to have to retouch your
makeup or anything. Smile, sign a few autographs, shake a few hands,
and then we'll get to work."
"Okay," I replied.
It didn't take us long to get into the crowd, and it wasn't much longer
after that before some of the girls I had seen earlier had gathered the
courage to walk beside me as I continued my trek to the photo area. I
smiled at them, and they squealed again, but kept walking beside me.
"Hi," I said to them, causing another squeal from the girls. They
didn't look like they could be any older than Anna, who was 10.
Finally, after some of them had calmed down, I got some shy "Hi's"
back. They looked like they were having a lot of fun walking next to
me, so I let them follow us all the way to the photo area. By the time
we had arrived, we had picked up two more girls. I turned and looked
back at everyone who was following behind me. It looked like most of
the girls' mothers or fathers were following, watching them. There were
even a few older boys and girls who were interested in following me,
but either they were embarrassed or they didn't have the courage to
walk next to me.
"Who wants a picture?" I asked the girls who had been walking beside
me. All of them started raising their hands and trying to get my
attention. I chuckled at their reactions, but got them gathered around
me so that we could all get in the shot. I watched many parents
scramble to get their cameras out while we got into position. A few of
the other girls who had been following even scrambled to find a place
in the shot. Eventually, there were eight girls surrounding me when
their parents started snapping pictures.
After they were done, I made sure to shake each girl's hand and asked
each her name. I couldn't remember any of their names after we were
done, but they all had smiles on their faces when I ducked under the
tape to begin my work for the day.
"Alright everyone," I heard Max say behind me. "We have a lot of work
to do today. Please leave the area."
"No," I said loudly to the gathered crowd. Max turned toward me with a
shocked and unhappy look on his face. "They can stay, as long as they
don't interfere" I said calmly, gaining another glare from him. "I
mean, we're doing still shots. I don't mind if they watch."
"You heard her," Max told the assembled crowd, but he raised his hands
in a gesture of defeat that seemed to say, "What am I going to do?"
I turned back to where Greg and Jay were adjusting the settings on
their equipment. After a moment, Jay turned toward me.
"Okay, Sarah," he said. "We're looking for glamour shots on the beach.
Do you know what I mean?"
"Yes," I replied. I'd been reading plenty of women's magazines with
Emily over the years. I knew what he was looking for.
"Alright," he continued. "Remember, the title of the album is
'Intuition'. We're trying to capture that in a photo."
We then started taking pictures. Greg and Jay were very good at telling
me what they wanted from me. Then I would try to take their direction
as best as I could and incorporate it into my poses. They had me do
everything from some sultry shots (that I hoped weren't too sexy) to
some shots that they called 'ponderous'.
We started out against a small rock face. I'd often lean back against
the rocks or try to use them in some way in the picture. We then moved
down into the sand where they could get the ocean behind me. Those
shots were trickier, because I didn't have anything around me to work
with. But I tried to give the two guys what they wanted, and they
seemed to be satisfied with my work.
During the whole shoot we had a group of people watching us from
outside of where the tape was located. Soon a small crowd formed that I
was sure everyone who arrived at the beach was curious about. By the
time we moved the shoot down to the edge of the water, I couldn't even
see the tent where I had changed clothes because of the size of the
crowd.
We spent another 45 minutes taking pictures in and near the water
before Jay felt that he had enough from this location. The whole shoot
had taken nearly two and a half hours, and I was ready to take a break.
I wasn't looking forward to doing the same thing again at another
location.
I also wasn't ready for the walk back to the changing tent. There was a
big crowd between the tent and me, and I knew that I was going to have
to do a lot of interacting with them. That was why I was relieved to
see a policeman standing next to where I had entered the taped off
area. I'd at least have some protection on the way back up the beach.
"Sarah!" I heard yelled from many mouths as I approached the policeman.
He looked to be in his early thirties, and he was made from a lot of
muscle. I smiled at him before turning toward the crowd.
"Hi, everybody," I said with a small wave. A number of hands shot out,
some holding papers, others seeking a handshake or some other touch. I
stepped up to the tape and shook some of the hands before taking a few
of the papers and signing my name with a pen that Dad had kindly
provided me with moments later. That satisfied many people, but I knew
there were a lot more behind them who would want the same.
"Are you ready?" the policeman asked me. I noticed that his name tag
read Taggart. I nodded at him, and he ducked under the tape before
straightening up and lifting it for me to get under. Then, he started
making a path through the crowd. I followed right behind him, trying to
shake as many hands as I could and give as many 'high fives' while
walking at a slow pace back to the cordoned area in the parking lot.
I was very grateful when we arrived, and quickly ducked under the tape
to get out of the crowd. Immediately, I heard someone start to cry, and
the tiny feminine wail made my heart ache. I turned back around,
searching for the source of the anguish, and I saw a young girl of
about six years of age hugging her dad's leg and staring at where I had
just crossed the line. I hadn't seen her during the walkover, and I was
pretty sure that she hadn't had the chance to meet me.
I stepped back toward the tape and smiled at her dad, who took a step
forward, lifting her with his foot toward me.
"Hi, sweety," I said, watching her tears start to dry up as she got
closer to me. "What's your name?"
"Erin," she said through the sobs she was still trying to get under
control. I smiled at her.
"That's a pretty name, Erin," I said and held my arms out. Immediately,
she ran forward and under the tape and I wrapped them around her in a
hug. When I let her go, she looked up at me with the brightest smile on
her face. I turned back to her father who had a camera out now. With a
grin I positioned Erin next to me and let him take a picture.
"Thank you," Erin said in a soft, quiet voice. I smiled at her.
"You're welcome, Erin," I replied. "Follow your dreams, okay?"
"Okay," she said and then ran back to her father. I stood up from where
I had knelt to give her dad a better shot, and waved to the crowd
before turning and heading for the tent.
I needed a nap.
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