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Sarah Carerra
By AngelJedi
(Released: November 1, 2010)
Chapter 14 - Wake Up! Redux
I stepped into The Treble with Music with a large smile on my face. In
two weeks I would be signing CD's in this store. Dad had confirmed the
details earlier this morning before he took me car shopping. But unlike
what I'd be wearing then, I was dressed casually and with no glam and no
wig.
"Emily!" I said excitedly when I saw her working behind the counter at
the store. The place looked pretty deserted at 8:00 in the evening.
"Hi, Megan," she replied while looking up. She stopped sorting through
the boxes she was looking through and devoted her attention to me as I
got closer. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd come and see where Sarah Carerra will be signing CD's in a
couple of weeks," my sly grin brought a large smile to her face.
"Who told you that!" somebody yelled from a door behind Emily before she
could respond. A moment later a man in his early 40's with a full head of
hair, rugged face, and an athletic build came out. He didn't seem very
happy that I already had that kind of information. I wasn't sure how to
respond, since I didn't expect anyone else to be at the store, but Emily
just started laughing.
Once she calmed down, she introduced us. "Megan, meet my boss, Jeffery
Chambers. Jeff, this is Megan Campbell. She's how I know Sarah Carerra."
"Oh," he said, and he calmed down immediately. "It's a pleasure to meet
you. Any relation to Don Campbell?"
"He's my dad," I told him. Dad had mentioned that he had been working
with 'Jeff' to set up both the CD signing and the mini concert that I'd
be performing at the small stage area nearby. He said Jeff was the
store's owner, so this must have been him.
He looked at me for a moment before turning back to Emily. "We're pretty
much done here, Emily. You can clock out if you want. We can finish the
inventory tomorrow."
"Thanks, Jeff," Emily smiled brightly. Fun job or not, I could tell she
was happy to get off for the night. I waited while she stepped into the
back room and, presumably, clocked out. Then she came back out and around
the counter.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she replied with a puzzled look on her face. "Do I need to call
my mom and tell her not to pick me up? She should be here any minute."
"Nope," I grinned at her. "I'm your ride for the evening."
"Okay," she said. "Did you want to do some shopping first or go home?"
I could tell that she was sincere in her question, but I'd known her long
enough to know that she really didn't want to wander the mall after her
shift.
"We can go," I said simply. "Besides, if we leave now we can take the
long way home in my new car."
"Your what?!" she screamed at me with both confusion and excitement.
"When did you get a car?"
"About four hours ago," I said like it was no big deal. She hit my arm to
get me to stop pretending it wasn't the coolest news she had heard all
day. "Okay, okay, stop hitting me! Come on and I'll show it to you."
We hurried out to the parking lot where I had parked my new baby. Looking
at her sitting there, I wasn't sure which I liked more: my car or my
guitar. That was definitely a tossup; I knew I'd just have to keep both
babies!
"Whoa!" Emily exclaimed when she got a look at it for the first time.
"That is beautiful! I just love the color!"
"I know, right?" I replied. "They said it was a deep sea blue or
something. All I know is that it was the best color on the lot, and it
was the only one with this color."
"So is this your car or Sarah's?" she quietly asked a moment later.
"Both," I told her. "It's a nice car, but it isn't so flashy that people
would be able to recognize it as Sarah's. That way I can drive it as
Megan too."
"Ethan is going to be jealous," she said next. I laughed. Ethan was the
one who often drove us around. Occasionally his mom would let him drive
her car. But it didn't quite compare to this. "You are so lucky!" she
continued.
"Yeah," I agreed. "But you get to benefit from it too. Come on, it's even
better on the inside."
I unlocked the car and we got in. Emily smiled when I started the engine
and it roared to life, but it was the shriek she gave when I accelerated
onto the freeway that made the whole trip worth it.
It normally only took nine or ten minutes to get home by means of one of
the boulevards, but instead I took the long way, which involved two
freeways where I could really play with my new car. Traffic wasn't too
bad, and even with the slightly longer distance it was only 20 minutes
later that I pulled into my new parking spot inside the garage. Dad had
decided that he would rather keep my car in the garage next to Mom's
instead of his own to help keep it out of view of the public in case
anyone did recognize it as Sarah's.
"I hate you," Emily told me while we climbed out.
"No you don't," I replied, watching a smile form on her face.
"Yeah, you're right," she said through a short laugh. Then she came over
and gave me a hug. I returned it gladly.
"You're coming tomorrow morning, right?" I asked her once we had released
each other.
She nodded. "I wouldn't miss it. I don't have to work until 10:30, so I
have plenty of time to come with you."
I smiled. It would be nice to have her on the set of 'Wake Up!' again. It
would have been even nicer to have Ethan there too, but he didn't get
home until Saturday. "I'll see you in the morning then."
Emily sighed in relief. She was worried that I was going to ask her to
come in, but once again I knew her too well. After a long day of work I
knew that she wanted to go home, eat, and go to bed, especially if she
was going to wake up early enough to accompany me to the show in the
morning. I watched until she was out of sight, then I stared at my car
for a few moments. Finally, I walked into my house. I too wanted to get
a good night's sleep. I would need the rest because the band and I were
going to spend more time working on my songs after we finished on 'Wake
Up!'.
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I awoke early the next morning, showered and ate breakfast, before
Stephanie and Julia arrived to get me ready for the show.
"I got you something new," Julia said while brandishing a few bags at me.
I was very curious as she started pulling out the outfit she wanted me to
wear. I knew that I could tell her no if she tried to get me to wear an
outfit I didn't like, but she had yet to come up with one that fit that
criteria.
This morning was no exception. Soon she had me in a very dark blue pair
of skinny jeans and a slightly baggy yellow top that had a very intricate
design on it. Last time she had dressed me, it had been in the plain
clothes for the photo shoot at the airport, but today she had me back in
glam. She had me put on the accessories before she pulled out the 'heavy
artillery'.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed! It was the only word that adequately described the
shoes that she pulled out of a box. I had become used to wearing heels
since my transformation; both Megan and Sarah were often seen wearing
them. But these shoes were something else. They were made from black
leather and were held on my feet by a number of straps that crossed over
my foot. But it was the thin three inch heel that had me worried. While
the shoes weren't screaming out for sex at all, they did have a thin
stiletto that I was afraid was going to break at the smallest amount of
pressure. It took me at least five minutes of walking around the house
before I was confident enough that they would support my weight.
Once Julia was done with me, Stephanie worked her magic on me like she
always did. We hadn't signed a contract with Starlight Cosmetics yet, but
Stephanie was already getting into the spirit. By the time we were ready
to head out the door, I looked fabulous once again.
Sadly, I couldn't convince Dad to let me drive to the studio. Perhaps he
remained worried about me having my own car, and he didn't want me
driving all the way up to Burbank, even if he was with me. Or perhaps he
was just scared to ride with me while I learned to drive in heels like
the ones that had been strapped onto my feet. That would certainly take
an effort.
Instead I sat in the back of Dad's car with Emily, who was dressed as
Chloe, and we caught up on each other's lives. It was something we hadn't
had much time to do during the week because of our jobs, and I was glad
that we could spend a little time together before Ethan came home. I
still wasn't sure how I was going to handle that situation.
Once we arrived on set it was a flurry of activity to get ready to
perform. Getting ready for a performance always took a skill that amazed
me when I watched how efficient the band was at setting up their
equipment and tuning it just right. By the time I was ready to walk on
stage for my interview, the band had everything ready and we were able to
perform a short sound check during a commercial break.
Then it was time to face the firing squad.
I loved getting up on stage and performing. I loved the rush I got, which
I hadn't felt since the last time I was on the 'Wake Up!' stage. I loved
my fans and the supporters that had made Sarah a star. But none of that
could prepare me for my first public appearance since the press
conference. I was a bundle of nerves all over again. I knew I had what it
took to pull off the interview and the song, but I couldn't help but be
afraid of what kinds of questions I was going to be asked. Free form
discussion had not been the best experience the last time I had tried it.
I knew intellectually that Aubrey and Matt weren't going to slam me like
Brady and some of the others had at the press conference, but that wasn't
enough to keep me from shaking slightly as I stepped out onto the stage
and waved to the crowd as I made my way over to the seating area. I gave
Aubrey a short hug and shook Matt's hand once again. So far so good.
"Good morning, Sarah," Aubrey greeted me after we had each taken our
respective seats. "It's nice to have you in the studio again."
"Good morning," I replied. "Thank you for having me back."
"Let's start with the obvious question first," Aubrey continued. "How are
you feeling?"
"You know, I'm actually feeling really good," I told her with a smile
before looking around at the audience. I was happy to see that they were
smiling back. I was half afraid they wouldn't want to see me after the
events of the last couple of weeks. "It's been an exhausting week, but
I'm getting back into the flow of things. I don't have the energy I did
before the surgery, but it's coming back slowly."
Aubrey and Matt returned my smile. I had deliberately opened the door for
them to ask about the surgery, and I knew they would take the
opportunity. But that's what I needed them to do. The only way that I
could get through this would be to give my fans what they wanted. They
wanted to know that I was okay and that I wasn't going to keel over on
stage again. Aubrey and Matt needed the opportunity to talk about what
had happened, and I had to give it to them.
"Can you tell us more about what happened?" Matt spoke up. I nodded with
another grin that I hoped didn't look as scared as I felt to dive into
this topic.
"Yes," I said. I cringed at having to talk about this in front of my dad
and all of the other males watching the show, but I pressed on. "The
Friday before my first concert, I was told that I had a...a blockage that
was going to prevent me from having my period correctly. I'm a late
bloomer, and my doctor was worried that it would cause some problems if
we didn't get it taken care of. I was supposed to have that procedure the
day after I was last here. But we all know that didn't work out.
Fortunately, the doctors were able to get everything worked out while I
was in the hospital, but they couldn't do anything about the
embarrassment it caused. I feel really bad that I couldn't finish my
performance last week."
"That's okay, Sarah," Matt said. "You'll get your chance to finish it
today." I gave another smile at his words.
"So you're all better now - no more medical issues?" Aubrey asked.
I nodded. "My doctors have given me a clean bill of health. I was
actually in the studio recording two new songs on Monday, I worked with
the band to get another song ready for recording on Tuesday, and we shot
the cover of the album on Wednesday. Like I said, I'm not quite at 100%
yet, but I am working again."
"That's good to hear," Matt said and a small roar of approval worked its
way around the studio audience. I smiled at their gratitude. It was
exactly what I needed to help calm the nerves that I was still feeling.
Then I realized something more important: I couldn't wait to get behind
my microphone again!
"Is the album still scheduled to come out on July 8?" Aubrey asked me.
I nodded my head again. "Yes. We knew that I was going to be having
surgery. We had that planned into the schedule. The album will still be
coming out on time."
"Do you have any fun events planned around the release? Appearances, CD
signings, that sort of thing?" Matt asked.
"Yes," I replied again. "I'm going to be performing a short concert and
then signing CD's afterward. I'm not sure if everything has been worked
out yet, so details are still forthcoming. I believe that my agent said
the information would be posted on my website?" I looked over at where my
dad was sitting in the audience. He was nodding his head. "Yes, the
details will be posted on the website soon if anyone is interested in
coming."
I was willing to tell them exactly where I would be on the 8th, but Dad
had told me to give the answer I had given if the question was asked.
While the CD signing had been completely set up, Dad was still working
with the mall to set up the performance.
"I understand you'll also be performing a concert tour at the end of the
summer, correct?" Aubrey asked me next.
"I am," I replied with another smile. I couldn't wait to see more of the
country on the tour. My family had never done much traveling while I was
growing up, and I hoped this would be a good chance to see some of the
places I had always wanted to go. "I know we'll be having a show here in
Los Angeles and one in New York, but I think they are still working on
the other places in the tour. Once again I'm sure the full schedule will
be posted at sarahcarerra.com soon."
"It sounds like you're really getting a lot of attention in a short
amount of time," Matt said with a laugh.
"Yeah," I replied, laughing along with him. "Trying to set up all of
these schedules and get everything else done like the album has
definitely been a unique experience. But I wouldn't want it any other
way."
"Sadly, we don't have much time with you this morning," Aubrey said in a
downcast tone. "But you did agree to sing a song for us, correct?"
"Yes," I smiled back at her. I'd been waiting for this performance all
week. "Instead of singing 'Intuition' for you guys today, I thought that
I'd take the chance to premiere a new song for you."
"Oh!" Aubrey and Matt both said in excitement. They were good actors,
because they already knew I was playing a new song today.
"Why the change?" Matt asked a moment later.
"Last week after the press conference, I felt horrible. It was one of the
worst days of my entire life," I told them. "I spent most of the day in
my room at home. I wasn't even sure that I could get back out and sing
again."
"What happened to change your mind?" Aubrey asked. I heard the concern in
her voice. She might have known that I wasn't going to sing 'Intuition',
but she hadn't heard any of this information before.
"Later that evening my dad came in to cheer me up," I replied. "He
received a letter from the editor of the Hollywood Herald apologizing for
what had happened. It also mentioned that the reporter had been fired. I
began to feel better after reading the letter and hearing the obvious
concern from the editor. I spent the rest of the night writing a song
about how I felt, and about how I was going to overcome what had
happened. The song I'm going to sing for you today is called 'You Can't
Hurt Me'."
"There you have it, America," Matt told the camera. "Sarah Carerra
premiering her new song 'You Can't Hurt Me' right here on 'Wake Up!'."
I stood up as the cheering started and stepped over to where the band was
waiting for me. I smiled to each of them before taking my place behind my
microphone. I took a deep breath. The last time I was here I had
collapsed on stage. That wasn't likely to happen today, but that
knowledge didn't make me feel any less nervous. This was my first time on
stage in two weeks. It was the first time since I'd collapsed. And it was
the first time since the press conference.
Thankfully, there wasn't any other place I would rather be! I felt the
rush start as I stood there waiting for the song to begin. I had missed
this. I had missed being up on stage and singing for a crowd. It was time
to show them that I still had what it took to be a great performer. I was
nervous, but I knew that I could channel my nervousness into a great
performance!
I looked at Jason. He was waiting for me; I grinned and nodded that I was
ready. Immediately he started to play, and I jumped right in and
vocalized a tune in harmony with his own. Once I had finished the first
part and paused to take a breath, Stacy kicked in with the drums,
crashing the cymbals as we started and playing a soft roll as we
continued through the second part of the opening melody.
As I prepared to sing words for the first time in the song, every
instrument built up to a small crescendo before quieting down into a nice
beat as I began the first verse. The pain and the anger that I put into
the words weren't forced by any means. It still stung to think about what
had happened a week earlier, and it was easy to transfer that into the
song. The band helped to set the mood by playing their parts with an edge
to them. Half way through the first verse we added another beat,
increasing the anger for a few measures before we lightened the tone,
giving it an almost hopeful sound.
The whole time I sang about how upset I was with how people thought they
could treat me differently just because I was in the public spotlight. I
sang about how hurtful they could be and how much it affected me. I sang
about how angry I was that they thought they had the right to put me down
for the public's entertainment.
Then a few beats of Stacy's drums led us into a faster-paced, more
forceful chorus that talked about how I wasn't going to take it. It was
MY life, and I was going to live it by my own rules. I wasn't going to
take the abuse that they would try to dish out at me. They weren't going
to be able to change me into a person that I didn't want to be. And
finally, just as the song said, I wasn't going to let them hurt me.
We immediately dropped back into the softer second verse. This time, it
wasn't quite as angry and intense as it had been before. I talked about
the disappointment I felt at myself for listening to the media and how I
had reacted to them. I spoke about how I had let my guard down and then
my realization that they couldn't control me. They couldn't tell me what
to do.
The second verse was much shorter than the first, and it wasn't long
before we ramped back up into the chorus. The second time through I put
as much conviction into my words as I could. Now that the audience knew
what I had discovered about myself, the words took on a whole new meaning
as I not only told anyone who listened that they couldn't hurt me, but
that I couldn't hurt myself either.
As we finished the second verse, we didn't immediately stop the more
frenetic pace, instead basking in the feeling that it invoked. Sophie and
Holly lit up the stage through this piece as they vocalized the melody
that I had started the song with while I intermittently reminded the
crowd that "You can't hurt me."
Then we fell back to the softer tune as I repeated the realization that
I'd had in myself - the realization that gave the powerful voice leading
into the chorus. But this time, instead of the frenetic chorus starting
up, I sang the end of the chorus at a much softer pace and tone. When we
came to the end of the chorus, I launched into the "You can't hurt me,"
while the band stopped playing completely. Once I had finished the
lyrics, and without missing a beat, the band kicked it up a notch and we
sang through part of the chorus again at the frenetic pace. This time as
the chorus ended we kept the tone and pace at high energy as Sophie and
Holly launched back into the vocal tune again as I continued to tell the
crowd, "You can't hurt me."
We kept that up for a few seconds as we approached the end of the song,
and while the band played the last of their notes, I started my own
words. The last "You can't hurt me," ending after the music had finished.
The crowd started screaming again and the rush washed over me just like
it always did at the end of a song. But most importantly, I had done it!
I had returned to the stage and showed the world that I could overcome
what had happened to me! I could continue to perform at my highest
ability even in the face of adversity. And I would not let them try to
change me or get to me in any way.
They couldn't hurt me.
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