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Sarah Carerra
By AngelJedi
(Released: October 25, 2010)
Chapter 13 - The Perfect Shot
We apparently didn't have any facilities at the other photo shoot
location, so after a short break, Julia had me change into the other
outfit they wanted to shoot with before we left the tent again.
She wasn't joking about 'simple' either. My second outfit consisted of
a pair of jeans, a pair of simple shoes, and a nice but simple blue
button-up top with capped sleeves. Even with such a simple outfit, it
still seemed to look spectacular on Sarah.
When I stepped back outside of the tent to get Julia's approval, I was
surprised by the number of cameras that started clicking from the
nearby crowd. I had hoped that they had dissipated while I was in the
tent, but apparently I was naive.
"That looks good," Julia approved before turning me over to Stephanie
again.
Once she was done, Dad steered me toward the car. I was really glad
that we had parked right next the cordoned area, and I was quickly in
his car with nothing but a small wave to the crowd. Not long after that
we were out of the parking lot and driving to the other photo
destination.
"How are you doing?" my dad asked me while he drove. I opened my eyes,
and looked over at him.
"I'm tired," I told him truthfully. I was too. I had already realized
that I didn't have the stamina that I'd had before the surgery. All of
the walking, posing, and stress of the photo shoot was already taking
its toll on me.
"I know, Princess," he said. "It's going to be rough for a bit until
you get your energy back. I'll do what I can to give you the time you
need to recover. As I understand it, this next destination won't be as
intense as the beach. Plus, there won't be any people around to worry
about."
"Thank goodness," I sighed. I loved my fans, and I was willing to do a
lot for them. But they certainly had worn me out quickly. I just hoped
that I hadn't left too many disappointed people back at the beach.
Fifteen minutes later Dad pulled up to a gate where a security guard
was waiting. He stepped up to the driver's window when my dad came to a
stop. Dad showed him some kind of pass, and he stepped back to a booth
and opened the gate. I was curious where we were as the car started
moving forward again. Shortly after, we were following another car
toward the end of what appeared to be a runway. I didn't see any planes
around, but this airport appeared to be in good condition.
Dad stopped the car, and I got out finding Jay, Greg, and Max waiting
for me.
"There she is," Jay said with a smile and motioned me over to the
group. "This won't be quite as intense, Sarah. We just want to take a
few shots of you on the runway with the ocean as a backdrop. I think
that this will look spectacular, and I hope we can get a good shot from
this group to use on your album."
I nodded my understanding. He then stepped over to what I assumed was
his car and opened the trunk. He pulled out a black electric guitar. I
grimaced slightly. I wasn't opposed to posing with a guitar, but I
wished it could have been mine. If it was not mine, then it would have
been better if it was an acoustic guitar. I didn't have much experience
playing an electric guitar.
But he was the creative director, and I took the guitar from him before
following Greg out to where they wanted me to stand.
The scene from the beach was repeated: Greg and Jay worked together to
get me into a desired pose, and I did my best to comply. We tried
having me hold the guitar like I was playing it, posing with it on the
ground, lifting it into what I thought were weird ways, and even some
without it in the shots.
Jay seemed to like what we were doing, but he didn't quite have the
enthusiasm that he'd had at the beach. He seemed frustrated for some
reason. Eventually, he decided to try something else.
"Alright, Sarah," he said. "Here's what I want you to do. Stand with
your feet apart, and place that guitar between them, holding it in
front of you." I complied with his instructions. "Good, now I want you
to move around a bit. Get your hair flowing. I want to see some of
those trademarked blond locks flying around."
"Okay," I said and tried to do what he wanted. He became more excited
and we continued in that vein for a bit. Then, I tried to get a few
shots where my hair would fall in front of my face.
"Ooh," Jay exclaimed and continued to watch his monitor as shot after
shot showed up. I turned my head to the side again and let my hair fall
in front of my face.
"Oh heaven above, I think that was it!" Jay said loudly. "Sarah, that
was brilliant! Do it again."
We kept working in that vein for a while longer before he decided that
we'd had enough.
"Good job, Sarah," he said, coming over to shake my hand. "Greg said
that you were easy to work with, and that was one of the easiest photo
shoots I've been on. Thank you."
"You're welcome," I told him. "The two of you were really easy to work
with too. You knew what you wanted, and I'm just glad that I was able
to give it to you."
Jay chuckled at my words, and I noticed Greg was doing the same. I
smiled along with them.
"I really like how these last ones turned out," Jay continued. "We'll
get them back to the studio and see what we have and then get you in to
take a look at them toward the end of the week, okay?"
"Sounds good," I said, happy to have this day over with. I felt like I
could sleep until Friday now.
Dad and I walked back to the car. My original clothes were already in
the back seat, and I was glad that I didn't have to go back to the
beach to change. We could go straight home.
It was only five minutes after Dad had left the airport that I had
fallen asleep in the passenger seat.
---
The opening of a car door awakened me some time later. I glanced
around, trying to get my bearings, and noticed that we were in the
garage at home. Dad was looking at me from his seat.
"I'm sorry, Princess," he said. "I didn't realize that you were that
tired. Come on inside and sleep in your own bed. You should be able to
get plenty of rest the next few days."
"Okay," I replied and swung my legs out of the car. I was still
exhausted. Sleep still sounded like the best plan for the rest of the
day.
I followed Dad inside, but my mom stopped me long before I made it to
Sarah's room to get undressed. She had been in the front room, but came
into the kitchen to meet us when she heard the garage door.
"Hi, honey," she smiled a large smile. "You look beautiful. I really
like that wig."
"Thanks," I replied while tiredly returning her smile. She hadn't had a
chance to see what Julia and Stephanie had done to me before we left
this morning, and I was glad that she approved.
"She's exhausted," Dad told my mom, and I watched the smile on Mom's
face change into a look of concern.
"Are you okay?" The worry in her voice was undeniable. I nodded back to
her.
"Yeah, I'm just really tired." I sighed. "I don't quite have the energy
I had before the concert."
"Don, don't work her too hard," Mom sternly said to Dad. I chuckled
inwardly because Dad was doing his best to give me the time I needed to
recover. He'd already pushed off the music video that we were
originally supposed to start filming tomorrow. I couldn't imagine doing
that for three days. I felt exhausted after just one day doing only a
photo shoot.
"He's not, Mom," I defended my dad. Mom looked at me for a few seconds
before she seemed to accept that answer.
"Come on then," she said. "I'll help you take off the wig."
I nodded, and followed my mom back to Sarah's room. Once I had slumped
into the chair at my vanity, my mom started pulling out the pins. I sat
there with my eyes closed, letting her do the work. I hoped I could go
to bed early.
"How are you doing, honey?" Mom revealed her ulterior motive to helping
me. I wanted to sleep, but she wanted to talk.
"I'm okay," I told her again. "I'm just tired."
"I know, but that wasn't what I was asking," she said with a caring
look on her face. I understood immediately.
"I'm um...I'm doing good," I replied. "It's taking some getting used to
mentally, but physically I'm not that much different than before."
Mom laughed. "Oh, Megan, you are nowhere near the same as you were
before! You're a girl now. That means everything has changed."
"Not really, Mom!" I replied with a bit of exasperation. "Sure things
are different down there, but nothing really changed. I'm still the
same person. I still like the same things. I'm still the girl I was
born as! My life hasn't really changed."
I shouldn't have snapped at her, but I was too tired to do anything
else. I could see the hurt look in her eyes as she finished pulling out
the last pin and then removed the wig. I felt regret as I watched her
place it into the armoire.
"Look, Mom," I said in a softer voice. "I'm sorry. I know that you are
happy that you have a daughter now, but the truth is I've always been
your daughter. You said it yourself. I haven't changed anything other
than my clothes and my hair since becoming Megan. Sure, I've gotten to
do a lot of the more traditional girly things, but I always liked them
before."
Mom closed the doors to the armoire before turning toward me. She now
had a humorous grin on her face.
"Oh Megan," she shook her head. "You don't know how much you've
changed. You definitely aren't the same person that I knew two months
ago. Yes, you always did have feminine tendencies, but you've truly
blossomed since becoming Megan. You have so much confidence and so much
courage now. You walk into a girls' room and don't think twice about
it. You like to wear dresses and makeup. You never would have done
those things in public two months ago. You never would have gotten up
on stage before, but now...I think it's almost second nature to you. I
can see how happy it makes you. I can see how happy you've become. I'm
not trying to upset you when I tell you this, honey. Yes, you are the
same wonderful, caring person that you've always been. It's just that
I'm so amazed at how much my little girl has grown up. I'm proud of
you."
Without another word, she wrapped me in a hug. I hugged her back with
all of my might. I loved her so much. I was so glad that I had somebody
like her in my life.
"Have you had any lunch yet?" she asked me a moment later. I shook my
head. "Come and get something to eat, and then you can get some more
sleep."
I smiled. That sounded like a great plan.
---
A knock on my door woke me up the following morning. A glance at my
alarm clock showed me that it was already 9:00 AM.
"Megan?" Dad asked through the door. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Come in."
The door opened and my dad walked in with a smile on his face and a
tray of breakfast in his hands.
"How are you feeling?" he asked me. I sat up and accepted the tray of
food with a large smile.
"Great now," I replied, garnering a laugh from him.
"Listen," he said. "I need to run into the office for a while, but how
would you like to go car shopping this afternoon?"
"Really?" I asked excitedly.
"Yes," he smiled. "But there is one caveat. You'll probably be using
the car as both Sarah and Megan, so we probably don't want to get
something too flashy. If people recognize it as Sarah's car but see you
driving it, that could cause trouble. Get dressed as Sarah and think
about what you want to go look at, okay?"
"Okay," I replied excitedly. I already had some ideas for cars that
would work for both of my identities. I couldn't believe I was getting
my own car!
"Alright," he said. "I'll be back after lunch to pick you up."
I smiled back at him, and he left the room. After he had left I turned
on the TV in my room while I ate the breakfast he had brought me, but I
couldn't really find anything worth watching. After I was finished
eating, I decided to get up and do some research on the different cars
I was thinking about.
I climbed out of bed and started my computer. I used to spend a lot of
time on my computer, but I rarely sat at it since I had started my new
life. The video games and programs that had kept me entertained before
Megan came along were nowhere near as important to me now.
While the computer started the boot process, I picked up my breakfast
tray and stepped out of my room and walked down the hall to the
kitchen.
"Morning, Austin," I said when I saw him sitting at the counter eating
his own breakfast.
"Hi, Megan," he replied after swallowing. "Is Dad really taking you car
shopping today?"
"Yeah!" I replied excitedly.
"Are you going to drive me around?" he asked with hope.
I laughed. "Maybe. I think that depends on how busy I am with Sarah."
He looked downcast at that news. It seemed like I had some piece of
Sarah in my life each day. He must have realized that I wouldn't be
quite as available as he had hoped.
I finished washing the dishes from my breakfast and then returned to my
room. I sat down at my computer desk and opened my Internet browser.
Luxury was definitely something that I was looking for. I knew that I
could buy a pretty nice car for relatively cheap, or at least what
Sarah might be able to call cheap. I surfed around a couple of the
luxury brands I knew: BMW, Mercedes, Lexus. They had nice cars, but I
didn't see anything that just screamed to me to buy them. Perhaps I'd
have to see them in person.
Around 11:30 I decided to get ready. I didn't know when Dad would be
home to pick me up, and I didn't want to waste a minute of the time we
could be using to shop. After taking a shower, I stepped into Sarah's
room to get dressed. It only took me about 45 minutes to put on some
clothes, do my makeup, and place the wig on my head. I was picking out
a purse and placing the items I needed inside when I heard the front
door close. Dad must be home.
I stepped out of Sarah's room and headed for the front room. But I
couldn't see or hear Dad.
"Austin was that..." I trailed off mid-sentence when I saw him sitting
on the couch with someone. A girl, of all things. Austin and a girl?
"Your father?" I finished as an afterthought.
"Sarah Carerra!" The girl shrieked at the same time that Austin
grimaced. I hoped I hadn't accidently interrupted something important
between the two young lovebirds! I couldn't believe that my brother was
finally hanging out with a girl!
"Uh, hi," I said, not sure what else to say. She jumped up from the
couch and ran over to me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug before I
could stop her.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" she chanted over and over. When she finally
let go of me and stepped back, she had the biggest smile on her face.
"I'm your biggest fan!"
I looked over at Austin. It was immediately apparent that he was not
happy with me. I tried to give him an apologetic look, and was happy to
see the tips of his mouth curl up slightly. At least he knew I hadn't
done it on purpose.
"Austin!" the girl turned back to him. "Why didn't you tell me that you
know Sarah Carerra?"
Austin frowned again. I was really sorry that I was putting him into
this position. I didn't want to make this any harder than it had to be
for him. I knew Austin wasn't the most outgoing boy, so whatever he had
done to get a girl to come over to our house must have been hard for
him.
"My dad is Sarah's agent," he finally told her.
"I've known the family since I was a kid," I told the girl. "Austin is
like a little brother to me."
"That's so awesome!" she exclaimed.
At that moment, I heard the door to the garage open, and I prayed that
it was Dad coming to save Austin and me from this situation.
"Megan?" I heard him yell to get my attention. "Are you ready to go?"
I could hear him walking through the kitchen when I yelled back, "She's
already gone, Don."
He stepped around the corner into the front room, seeing the scenario
for the first time. "Oh," he replied at the sight of the girl. "Well,
are you ready then, Sarah?"
"Yes," I replied, happy to leave this girl with Austin. I'd already
intruded enough.
"Wait!" she nearly moaned at the thought of me leaving. "Can I at least
get your autograph?"
I looked at Austin again. He nodded slightly, and I felt a pit form in
my stomach at the mess I had made to his day. He must not have known
that I was going out as Sarah, or he would have warned me about her
coming over.
Dad walked into the kitchen and came back with one of the press photos.
"What's your name?" I asked the girl while uncapping the pen and taking
the photo from my dad.
"Susan," she replied. I quickly wrote a short message and signed the
photo.
"It was nice to meet you, Susan," I told her while handing her the
photo. "Take care of Austin for me."
I saw Austin roll his eyes at my words, but Susan nodded her head
vigorously. I gave them a wave, grabbed my purse, and followed Dad out
through the kitchen. I could only hope Austin would forgive me.
---
I sighed as I climbed back into Dad's BMW. He had a nice car. Why was
it so hard to find something nice for Sarah?
We had been to five different dealerships now. Every single one of them
was excited to see me, and I'd never been waited on quite like they had
waited on me before. Every place brought me a bottle of water and asked
me if there was anything else they could do while Dad and I walked
around the lot with a salesman. Every salesman had a gleam in his eye
as he told me about each vehicle's features.
But all of them were disappointed. Nothing seemed to be right. I
couldn't find a car that felt enough like Sarah and enough like Megan
to satisfy both of my lives. We'd looked at BMW, Mercedes, Lexus,
Cadillac, and Acura, but none of them had what I wanted. I was
beginning to think that I didn't even know what I wanted.
"I'm sorry, Dad," I told him. I could see the grim look on his face. I
was sure that if I didn't have the money to buy a luxury car, then I
probably wouldn't be having this problem. Most kids my age didn't have
this opportunity. Those that did almost always used their parents'
money to buy a car. I had the unique opportunity to purchase my own
luxury car with my own money at the age of sixteen, and I wanted it to
be perfect.
"It's okay, Princess." His words were comforting, but I could see the
way he held his lips together as he spoke. He was ready to give up.
"Let's try one more dealership. If you don't like what they have, we'll
call it a day."
"Okay," I told him. I agreed with his mood. I was ready to give up too.
Dad continued driving. I didn't know where we were going, and I didn't
know what else there was to pique my interest. But piqued is what
happened to me when we pulled into the last dealership of the day.
"Audi?" I asked. I'd heard of them before, but I didn't know anybody
who owned one. However the cars that were sitting on the lot certainly
looked interesting.
We stepped out of Dad's car, and soon we had the same reactions that
had happened at the other dealerships. A few people started scurrying,
and a salesman started heading our way.
"I'd suggest an A4 or an A6," Dad told me quietly. I understood
immediately that he was trying to convey his opinion to me before the
salesman reached us. "The A4 is cheaper and sportier though, if that
makes a difference."
It did. I might be all girl now, but that didn't mean that I hadn't
been influenced by boyish tendencies when I had been living my life
that way. Sporty sounded good to me.
"Ms. Carerra!" the salesman said excitedly as he approached. I was
still amazed at how many people recognized me now. Three weeks ago I
had entered a diner as Sarah, and while many of the other patrons had
recognized me, they didn't know who I was. Now, everyone I met could
place my name with my face. Unfortunately, I was also aware that my
collapse and the press conference fiasco had probably been the cause of
much of that recognition.
"What can we do for you today?" the salesman continued. Once again I
saw that gleam in a salesman's eye. He knew I was likely paying in full
today. People like me weren't worried about credit approval.
"We were hoping to look at some A4's," I told him. I also saw the smile
on my dad's face at that statement. Apparently, that was the car he had
hoped I would go with.
"Sure, sure," the salesman said and then motioned in a direction.
"Right this way. Can I offer you some water or a snack while we look?"
By this point I'd had enough water handed to me to drown a cat. "No,
I'm fine."
The salesman led us over to a section that had some nice looking cars
lined up in a row. Immediately I liked what I was seeing. For some
reason, the sleek lines and smooth curves really looked good to me. He
showed us around many of the features and options that the different
vehicles had, and we finally ended up looking at a black one sitting on
the end. I truly liked what I had seen.
"I like them," I mentioned, and I almost laughed at the sigh of relief
from Dad.
"Which one do you like the best?" my dad asked me. I looked around. I'd
had my eye on one of them the whole time we were walking around, one
the salesman hadn't shown to us.
"What about that one?" I asked while pointing to the dark blue one that
was sitting on a different row. It was the only one around that was
that color.
"That one?" the salesman asked nervously. Why was he acting that way?
Was there something wrong with that car? We walked over to it, and I
saw a small twitch in Dad's expression. "This is actually an S4. It's
more expensive, but it comes with a bigger engine and a sportier
design."
Ohhh - both of them were worried about a price increase over what we
had been looking at. "Too expensive?" I asked Dad. It was my money, but
he had a better grasp on how much things should cost. Whether I could
afford it or not, it was the best color on the lot.
He stepped over to the window and looked at the price displayed.
Eventually, he shook his head. "No," he replied. "It is a bit more
expensive, but it's still in the price range I figured we'd be looking
at today."
I smiled excitedly. I'd finally found a car that I liked. "Can we test
drive it?"
The salesman looked very nervous again. I could guess quite easily why.
I might be somewhat of a celebrity now, but I was still only sixteen. I
was asking him to place a very expensive vehicle into the hands of
someone who hadn't had much driving experience. It looked like he was
trying to decide what to do for a few moments before he finally said,
"I'll go get the keys."
The S4 was more than I could have asked for! The second I started it up
and heard the engine roar, I was ready to sign on the dotted line. When
I got it out on the street and pushed on the gas pedal, it was a done
deal. By the time we got back to the dealership the salesman, who had
been sitting next to me in the passenger seat, knew it too.
My dad did the negotiating, and within an hour, I was driving it off
the lot and following my dad all the way home. Perhaps it was the
boyish part of me that wished Dad would drive faster.
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