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Sarah Carerra
By AngelJedi
(Released: December 20, 2010)
Chapter 21 - Independent Women
After church the next morning, I found myself laying on Sarah's couch
while listening to the Countdown. Because it was Independence Day, both
Emily and Ethan were with their families. Austin and Dad were out back
throwing around a football, and Mom was in the kitchen making food for
tonight's family dinner.
It was tradition in our family to go up to Grandaddy's house for a day at
the beach and then we would have a wonderful meal followed by fireworks.
Because the 4th was on a Sunday this year, we had broken the celebration
into two days, which meant I still had the second half of a family party
to look forward to later that evening.
As I sat there and listened to see where 'Intuition' landed on the
charts, I thought about yesterday. I'd always felt close to Mom's side of
the family, but never like I had when I had climbed into the car last
night. The acceptance I got from everyone was overwhelming. There were
still a few who felt uncomfortable around me, notably Derek and Kyle, but
I felt they would eventually accept me.
I sighed and stood up after the last note of 'Intuition' came from the
speakers. As I had known last Sunday, it was falling. My #1 song had
dropped from second on the chart all the way down to sixth. At least I
had another one on the way. I felt confident that 'You Can't Hurt Me'
would be a hit.
I stepped out of Sarah's room and made my way down the hall to the
kitchen. I hadn't had the chance to spend much time with my mom lately,
and I thought now was as good a time as any. Dad and Austin were still
outside, and I knew that Mom wanted the two of us to get closer.
She smiled at me when I entered the room, looking up from one of the many
pots that were spread around the kitchen. By all the food she was
preparing, one would have thought that she was feeding her entire family.
Half of it would likely be coming home as leftovers. Family dinners with
Mom's side of the family always had way too much food for everyone to
eat.
"How did it go?" she asked me.
"Sixth," I told her. A small frown crossed her lips as she realized for
the first time what I already knew. "It's okay," I said to cheer her up.
"I think 'You Can't Hurt Me' is going to knock it out of the ballpark."
She grinned at me and looked around the kitchen to make sure there wasn't
anything that needed her direct attention.
"Can I help?" I asked her. She turned back to me, shocked. In all the
years that she had been cooking for us, I knew that none of the 'boys'
had ever shown any interest in helping her. Mom never minded because she
loved to cook. But I saw the realization dawn on her face that she
finally had someone who might be willing to learn from her! The smile
that followed was one of the largest smiles I had ever seen from her.
"Yes," she finally replied before motioning me over to where she was
standing. The first thing she did was give me a hug. She didn't say
anything, but I knew that I had just given her one of the best gifts she
had ever received.
I knew that Mom was an excellent cook. What I didn't know, but that
shouldn't have surprised me, was that she was an excellent teacher too. I
had never considered that cooking might actually be fun before. I was
beginning to suspect that there had to be some kind of cooking gene that
ran through the women in Mom's family. While I readily admitted that I
wasn't very good at what I was doing, it seemed relatively simple to
understand what she wanted me to do and follow her instructions. And I
finally was able to admit that cooking really was fun, or at least it was
when working with my mom. I knew that this wouldn't be the last time I
found myself in a kitchen.
We laughed and talked while we worked. I'd spent a lot more time with my
mom since I'd made the decision to become Megan full time. But I had
never done anything like this with her. I gained a new respect for Mom. I
loved her so much, and I was so glad that I had someone like her in my
life. I didn't know what I would do without her. The support and love
that she had shown me not only in the last couple of months, but in my
entire life, was so overwhelming that I didn't know how to repay her. I
vowed to do everything I could to make her proud of me.
I knew, as I walked down to my room to get ready for the trip up to
Malibu, that my mom was my biggest fan. Everyone always told me that they
were Sarah's biggest fan. But I knew...I knew, that Mom was Megan's
biggest fan.
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"I want everyone to enjoy tonight," Dad said while pulling into
Grandaddy's driveway. "This may be the last year we get to come."
"What?!" I asked loudly. His words had shocked me! "Why won't we be able
to come anymore?"
I saw the sadness in Mom's eyes when she turned to explain it to me. I
knew immediately when she looked at me that it was my fault, but that she
was okay with not coming in the future.
"Honey," she said with a smile I knew she didn't fully feel. "Next year
you will likely be performing somewhere. We'll all be with you and won't
be able to come here."
"Oh," I said with the full realization slamming into me of what my new
career meant. This weekend was the only vacation I'd had from Sarah since
school ended. What was I going to do when I didn't even get that much
next year? I returned a smile to my mom that was much like hers. She
nodded her head in understanding of how I really felt. Spending the
Fourth of July with family was something we had done every year since I
could remember.
It was with a solemn feeling that I helped carry the food that Mom and I
had made together into the house. This was supposed to be a happy time,
but Dad had just ruined it. He hadn't done it intentionally, but he had
still brought up the subject.
"What's wrong?" Tracy asked me when she saw how upset I looked.
"Nothing," I replied. She didn't buy that answer for a second, taking my
hand and pulling me down the hall to the room that I had changed in
yesterday.
"What's wrong?" she asked again after closing the door. I felt tears
start to well up in my eyes and I sniffed to try to keep them in.
"My dad just warned me that this could be our last year coming to the
party," I told her. "Sarah will probably be performing somewhere next
year."
Tracy laughed. I was distraught, but for some reason she laughed!
"Oh Megan," she said once she had calmed down. "That isn't something that
should make you sad. That should make you happy! I'd love to come to one
of your shows instead of be here! Family will always be here for you.
Enjoy the fame that you have now, because it will not last forever."
Her words made sense, and I realized that she was right. There were
plenty of other times that the family got together; missing one get
together wasn't the end of the world.
"Besides," Tracy continued. "Grandaddy rented a karaoke machine for
tonight. I so want to see you up on that stage singing for us."
I laughed. I was not sure that singing for my family was a good idea.
Somebody was bound to find out the secret.
"Thanks, Tracy," I told her. She had been able to make me feel better.
"Come on. Let's go get a good seat." I smiled, and followed her out the
door.
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The small backyard that Grandaddy had between the beach and his house had
been completely changed for dinner. A number of long tables were spread
out in the area with a small stage created on the patio. It looked like
Grandaddy had rented a really nice system. There were big speakers on
either side, a large flat-panel TV to see the lyrics on, and a
professional looking microphone to sing into. We'd never had a karaoke
machine at one of these parties before, so I felt it was going to be a
lot of fun. There weren't many in my family whom I would consider calling
'musical'.
I ended up sitting at a table with my own family, Aunt Judy and her
family, and Tracy and her husband. Derek gave me a smile when I sat down
next to his sister, but he didn't say anything to me. I smiled back. I
had a feeling it was going to take him a while before he was okay with
me, but at least both my conversation and the talk he'd had with his dad
yesterday had changed his attitude from yelling at me to grudgingly
accepting me.
Before food was served, Grandaddy got up on the stage and tapped on the
microphone. "Is this thing on?" he said, simultaneously proving that it
was. "Good. I wanted to thank everyone for coming tonight. It means so
much to have you all here every year. This year, after a number of
suggestions from all of you, we did get a karaoke machine to entertain us
throughout dinner and afterward. There are lists of available songs on
each table, so all you have to do is come up on stage and punch the
number of the song you want to sing into that keypad." He was pointing to
a small keypad next to the monitor. "I hope to see everyone up here at
least once, or you can't come back next year."
There was light-hearted laughter as he stepped off the stage and everyone
made a beeline for the food. This was going to be an interesting evening.
After getting my food I returned to our table. Immediately, Tracy threw a
stack of papers at me.
"What's this?" I asked.
"It's the song list," she replied with a sneaky grin on her face. "Start
looking through it."
I laughed and started looking at the songs. I still didn't think that
singing for my family would be a good idea, but I was curious to see what
types of songs were available. There was a large selection. My eyes
immediately settled on some of the Kelly Clarkson songs, or even some
Taylor Swift or Carrie Underwood songs. There were plenty of songs here
that I knew I could sing well, but I did not want to risk letting the
family in on my secret. I pushed the papers back at Tracy, and watched
her frown while I started eating.
It wasn't long before the first 'victim' took the stage. A couple of the
young girls decided they wanted to sing before they ate, and we watched
as they selected a couple of songs to sing. As I ate my food, I watched
many of the young kids in my extended family make fools of themselves up
on stage. But they all had a blast doing it. As I watched the fun and
excitement on their faces, I couldn't help but think of the rush I got
every time I performed. I knew what they were feeling, and I hoped they
enjoyed it every time they got up there.
"Have you picked a song yet?" Tracy interrupted my thoughts after a
while. Everyone seemed to be content to let the kids sing while we ate,
but now that I was finishing my dessert, it looked like she was
determined to get me on stage. I shook my head. "You are getting up on
stage," she told me. It wasn't a question in her mind.
"Can you sing?" Katy piped up. She looked surprised at this information.
Naturally, I hadn't sung much around Mom's family before, so few of them
knew about my singing ability.
"She is really good," Tracy told her. Katy looked at me with a puzzled
expression. This was a side of me she had never seen, never even
considered before.
"I'm not that good," I said, trying to defuse the situation. If Tracy
talked me up too much, then I'd have Katy working to get me on stage too.
"Don't lie, Megan!" Austin unhelpfully joined the conversation. He looked
excited at the opportunity to hear me sing again. I grimaced. I had a
feeling that I wouldn't have much of a choice in this matter.
It was settled when someone handed me the song list. I looked up into
Dad's eyes as he handed me the papers and saw the slight nod that he gave
to me. He knew how much music meant to me now, and it appeared he wanted
to share that with our family. "Be careful," he mouthed to me, and I
nodded back. I could sing, but he didn't want me to give away the secret.
Tracy squealed in excitement as I started flipping through the papers
again. There were plenty of nice pop songs that I could sing, including
my favorite Kelly Clarkson song. But when I turned the page and saw the
M's, a big grin formed on my mouth. It looked like all of the Mamma Mia!
songs were included, and I immediately knew what I was going to sing. I
even felt myself smirk at the thought of some of the lyrics that would be
coming out of my mouth.
"Okay," I said, memorizing the number of the song. There was still a line
of children waiting to perform, so I sat back to finish my dessert. It
was another fifteen minutes before I was pushed out of my seat. Tracy had
been so excited since I agreed that it had infected most of the people at
the table.
I stepped up onto the small stage and pressed the number of the song into
the keypad before turning toward the crowd. Unlike most of the people who
had come up to sing, I had picked a song that I knew the words to. There
was no need to look at the monitor. Most of my extended family were
looking at me curiously, wondering what I would be able to offer them.
The only people really excited to hear me sing were the people at my own
table.
I closed my eyes for a moment as I felt the rush start to creep into my
bones. Wig or no wig, Sarah was just below the surface waiting to be let
out to sing.
When the piano interlude began for 'Thank You for the Music', I
recognized the song as the movie version that Amanda Seyfried had sung.
I'd only ever heard that version and the original ABBA version before,
since I had never had the chance to see the show anywhere, but I liked
them all the same.
When I started singing the words, Tracy started laughing hysterically
when she recognized the song. There were a lot of lyrics in this song
that spoke to the dual nature of my life. While on the surface it was
just another Broadway song, it hinted at the fact that there was more to
my life than just Megan.
As I started on the first verse, thanking everyone for the songs I got to
sing, I had the attention of every member of the family. Those who knew
my secret - my family, Tracy, and Aunt Judy - all had big smiles on their
faces as they listened to my words. Many of the other family members had
similar looks, without understanding the secondary meaning I had put into
choosing this song.
I enjoyed watching my dad start to choke on his drink when I sang the
third verse about being the girl with golden hair. Tracy and Aunt Judy
were laughing along with my mom, garnering looks from the rest of the
family. I continued singing, putting my best effort into the song, just
like I always did.
Whether performing for a crowd of thousands like I had in Salt Lake City,
or for my family, the rush came crashing over me as the song ended. I
knew I had a huge smile on my face to go with my family's clapping as I
walked back to my table.
"That was so awesome!" Katy screamed as I sat down next to her. "Why
didn't you tell me you could sing like that?"
I shrugged. I figured that it was better not to draw attention to myself.
"Megan has always been shy about singing," Mom informed the people around
the table. "But I do think she is very good at it."
I smiled at my mom. It looked like Katy was going to say more, but I
interrupted her before she could. "Now it's your turn," I told her. "What
are you going to sing?"
"What? No! I'm not going to sing!" she exclaimed. She looked panicked at
the thought of getting up on that stage.
"Come on," I said, and Tracy joined in by nodding vigorously. "I sang.
Now it's your turn."
"No," she said. I pushed the song list in front of her. She pushed it
back. I pushed it in front of her again. She sighed. I knew that she was
going to get up on that stage just like I had, and she seemed to realize
it too. She started to look at the available songs.
Now that I had broken the ice, karaoke turned from being the kids'
entertainment to being the adults' entertainment. Many of the youngsters
were sent off to the beach with a few of the older kids while the rest of
us listened to the older guests singing. Katy didn't do nearly as badly
as she thought she would, and Tracy even gave a pretty good attempt.
Derek never got up on stage, but Mom and Aunt Judy sang a duet together.
They really weren't very good, but it had everyone hooting with laughter
by the time they were finished.
By the time it started to get dark and many of the children had come
back, I had been persuaded to sing another song. Apparently, I had been
voted as the best singer of the night, and they wanted me to sing the
last song before we headed for the beach to watch the fireworks.
I climbed up onto the stage once again and looked out at my family.
Instead of just the people who had been sitting at the table with me,
there were now a lot of people looking on with excitement. I couldn't
figure out why they seemed to want to hear me sing. I knew that they
would have been excited if they knew that I was Sarah Carerra, but they
didn't. I was just Megan, one cousin among many.
I entered the number for my second song of the evening into the keypad
and stepped up to the microphone again. Some of the younger kids had
crowded at the bottom of the patio, and I smiled down at them while I
waited for the music to begin. I had first laid eyes on a Kelly Clarkson
song earlier in the evening, and it was going to help me finish the night
a little more upbeat.
As the music started playing from the speakers, I readied myself to sing,
but had to stop abruptly. 'Long Shot' started with an opening sequence
that only carried a melody from my voice, much like I had done with 'You
Can't Hurt Me'. I had been ready to sing it, but because this was a
karaoke version, and there were no words to that piece of the song, it
had been recorded into the track. I laughed as Kelly's voice carried
throughout the backyard, but I didn't have long before I knew that it
would be my turn.
Just as the guitar started playing I quickly jumped in to sing the first
verse. As I continued, a bass and then the drums also joined me, and I
found myself doing something that I hadn't intended to do. I was moving
with the music. Earlier, I hadn't done much but sing the song. But now,
as I sang a song that I really enjoyed and that had a nice catchy beat to
it, I found the dance steps that my choreographer had drilled into me
coming into play as I performed for my family. Many of them seemed to be
mesmerized by my words as I sang, and the rush was rising faster than it
had during my last song.
This song was different than most. At least, it was different for me. The
parts of 'Long Shot' that I liked the most were the verses instead of the
chorus. But even so, I liked each piece of this song, and my family
seemed to like it to. As I continued through the second verse many of the
children at the bottom of the stage were moving along with me, and I saw
others at the tables bobbing their hands or their feet along with the
beat.
When I finished the second chorus, I had a few moments to catch my
breath, and I looked out at the crowd after drawing out the last two
words. I took the time to look over at the table where I had eaten
dinner. I saw a lot of awed faces there, but my eyes settled on one face.
Mom had been there with me at the concert. She had been there when I
needed her most after the press conference. And she was there for me now.
I knew that no matter what happened in the future, if we were in another
city, another state at this time next year, she would be there for me
then. And as long as I had her, everything would be okay.
I sang the song to its conclusion, and while I heard the clapping from
the table and the screaming from the younger group right in front me, I
couldn't keep my eyes from looking anywhere but at the wonderful woman
who meant so much to me. She nodded her head in appreciation, and I
choked back the tears.
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Mom was motioning for me to sit next to her as I approached the blanket
where she and Aunt Judy were sitting on at the beach. Katy was sitting
next to her mom, and Tracy and her husband were sitting on their own
blanket next to ours. I could vaguely see Austin sitting with Dad and
most of the other guys farther down the beach.
I'd had to return to the house to get some water after finishing my song,
and then I'd had to make my way through the crowd of well-wishers as they
moved from the backyard to the beach to watch the fireworks. Nearly
everyone stopped me and told me how good I was at singing or told me how
beautiful my voice was. It was definitely different than what I got with
a crowd when I was dressed up as Sarah, and I was grateful that I had
such a wonderful extended family.
Eventually I'd made it to the beach. As I sat down next to Mom, she
wrapped her arms around me. "I am so proud of you, Megan," she whispered
in my ear. "I told you that you didn't need the wig to be an excellent
singer. You are the artist, not Sarah. Please don't forget that. I don't
want to lose my little girl."
I didn't know what to say to that, so I squeezed her back tightly to
reassure her that I understood what she was saying.
"Megan," Tracy interrupted us. Mom let me go and I turned toward my
cousin. "Thank you. I thought I had seen you perform when you sang that
Mamma Mia! song. I was wrong. Thank you for showing me with that last
one."
I knew she was being cryptic in her words since there were people sitting
with us who didn't know about Sarah. I nodded back to her with a smile
that I hoped let her know that I understood what she was saying. She'd
been able to see a video of the concert, and she'd seen a couple of my
televised performances, but she had never seen me perform in person.
"You're welcome," I replied. A boom and a bright red light pulled our
attention away from each other and I turned to watch a second, blue burst
fill the night sky. Soon an entire rainbow filled our vision as we
watched the fireworks burst on either side of us.
I leaned in against my mom's shoulder, and she rested her head on top of
mine. I was an independent young woman when it came to my music, but deep
down inside, I needed my mom.
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