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Sarah Carerra
By Megan Campbell
(Released: June 6, 2011)
Chapter 39 - Riding in Style
The next three days were similar to what I had gone through the week
before. Somebody had set up a fake stage in a large building not too far
from home, and that provided us with a chance to run through the dress
rehearsals.
Learning to change my clothes in under a minute was not a fun thing to
learn. I ended up in some awkward positions as people attempted to get me
out of one outfit and into another, so that I could quickly return to the
stage. At least the dancers had an entire song to complete their wardrobe
changes before cycling back onto stage to perform. But by Tuesday
afternoon I seemed to have it down pat. I still felt uncomfortable with
people seeing me in my underwear as they helped me change, but it
occurred in a small private area where only the women helping me could
see anything.
But the biggest difference between the dress rehearsals and work we had
done in Kate's studio had to be the large video screen that sat at the
back of the stage, towering high above all of us. A number of people had
put in a lot of work over the last week to create a visual presentation
to offset the work Kate had done. I never got to see it while we were
performing, but the glimpses left me impressed. I hoped that at least one
concert was recorded so that I could see the whole effect.
Monday and Tuesday consisted of a dress rehearsal before lunch and a
second one after lunch. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday all had a single
dress rehearsal in the morning so that I could attend to the other
matters that I still needed to take care of before the first concert.
Julia had me at her disposal Wednesday afternoon for wardrobe fittings. I
had something else happening Thursday afternoon, but Dad and Amy were
both tight-lipped about what it was. Their excitement told me that I
would like it, however. Friday we would get a break to recuperate before
the concert, and it was also the time that we would be celebrating Mom's
birthday. Some of the family were coming over to our house on Sunday for
another party, but Friday afternoon would be all about Mom. Then on
Saturday we had to wake up early enough to make the nearly four hour
drive up to Paso Robles for the concert.
It was going to be a busy and exciting week.
"Excellent job!" Kate called out as we finished singing 'You Can't Hurt
Me' Wednesday morning. That song was being used as my encore, so it
signaled the end of dress rehearsals for the day. We had two more days to
practice, but it already looked like we were ready.
I walked over to my water bottle to wet my throat, but I knew that I
didn't have much time to get some lunch before I needed to be at Julia's
office.
I quickly changed out of one of the fake stage outfits Julia had provided
for me to use for the dress rehearsal and into some street-worthy clothes
before Amy and I headed to my car. It wasn't long before I had pulled
into a small cafe that I enjoyed eating at. I was happy to get off my
feet and collapse into one of the window booths that had a nice view of
the park across the street. Amy took the seat opposite me.
"I've set up the party for August 7th," she told me while we were waiting
for our orders to be taken. She was referring to the party that I wanted
to set up with the band's families. "That will give you plenty of time to
have fun before they leave for the cross-country portion of the tour."
"Okay," I said. It would be a nice way for them to spend some time with
their families before they spent a good deal of time on the road. Dad had
already told me that we would be flying to most of the concerts, but we
would be travelling by bus for much of the two weeks that we were away
from home before school began. It sounded like it could be a fun
adventure.
The waiter showed up and took our orders, and then I signed some
autographs and interacted with a few fans who were in the cafe while we
waited for our food.
"Thanks for hiring me," Amy said after the waiter had brought us our
food. "I was afraid that you would say no, and I didn't want to look for
another job."
That statement surprised me! "You would have had to find another job if I
didn't hire you?" I asked incredulously. That didn't sound like the way
my Dad's company worked.
"Well, not right away," she said. "Your dad told me that I would be able
to stay on with the company, but I don't know how long that would have
lasted."
I smiled at her. "Amy, knowing how efficient and easy you are to work
with now, I have no doubt that my dad would have done everything in his
power to keep you with his company. You're amazing."
She blushed, and tried to hide it by taking a bite of her food. I smirked
at her reaction. I knew what it was like to not feel confident in my own
abilities. This summer had certainly opened my eyes, and I was excited to
try and get Amy to open hers. In the two weeks she had been working as my
personal assistant, I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have someone
working for me who was not only very good at her job, but also fun to be
around. Dad had certainly done a good job in selecting her. I couldn't
imagine working with anyone else.
I continued to try to help boost her confidence in her ability to do the
job while we ate. I did the same thing on our drive over to Julia's
office. She still didn't fully believe me by the time we entered the
front doors of the building and boarded the elevator for the trip up to
the right floor. It would take her time to learn how good she was, but I
would make sure that she did.
When we stepped off the elevator and into the plush waiting area of
Aphrodite Image Consulting, I couldn't help but smirk at the look I
received from the receptionist. When I was here with Dad the first time,
the receptionist had given me a look that told me she didn't think I was
worthy of their business. But now she was giving me a look of respect. I
had a feeling that I was probably one of their top customers now, and she
couldn't deny what that meant.
"You certainly surprised me," she said after telling me that Julia would
be right out. "I see a lot of people come through here, and I never
expected you would become such an honored client."
I wasn't sure how to respond to that, and I must have had a dirty look
cross my face because her expression turned toward one of horror for a
moment before she spoke again.
"Don't get me wrong," she tried to apologize and explain at the same
time. "You're a gorgeous girl, but looks aren't everything in this
industry."
"Well," I said, somewhat guardedly. "I wasn't signed because of my looks.
I think my voice was more important to them."
The receptionist's face fell as she realized that I had been offended by
her remark. I knew she had tried to compliment me, but she clearly could
have chosen her words better.
Thankfully, Julia walked into the lobby at that moment. She quickly
looked at me before she turned toward the receptionist. I saw the cold
look Julia gave her before turning back to me.
"Right this way, Sarah." At least Julia had a warm smile on her face. I
followed her out of the lobby and into the hall that led to the many
offices, the dressing rooms, and the 'Stash' that made up the rest of the
floor of the building. She didn't seem very happy though, and I knew it
had something to do with what she had interrupted.
"You'll have to excuse Ursula," Julia said while we walked. "She can be a
bit demeaning. It helps keep some of the walk-ins away, but she has a
nasty habit of not turning it off."
We walked for a bit before I responded. I was surprised that the
receptionist had said that to me, but she hadn't intended harm.
"It's okay," I finally told Julia. "I know that she didn't mean to offend
me. She probably should have considered her words more carefully before
speaking, though. I won't hold it against her."
Relief washed over Julia's face. I had the feeling that some of her other
clients were less accepting of the flaws in the company's employees. I
sincerely hoped that I never became so jaded that I failed to recognize
the good that they brought with the flaws.
Julia stopped at a door to a room that I had never been in before. We
stepped into the room, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. The gasp
that escaped Amy's mouth mirrored my own thoughts. I had expected to be
led into the Stash, which is the large room where they kept a lot of
clothes for their clients. Instead we had been led into a private
dressing room that had a number of beautiful outfits hanging around the
room! Each one caught my eye and held my attention for a moment before
one of the others clamored for my gaze.
I paid Julia well, and she had yet to disappoint me in any of the outfits
that she had chosen for me to wear. The ones she had picked out for the
concert tour were no exception.
She gave me a moment to walk around the room and look at each one. She
seemed to have put some thought into what type of outfit would look best
in each city, and I could feel a "flavor" in the outfits as I matched
them up to the cities I would be performing in. Most of the distinctions
were very minor, since the costumes had to be relatively the same to
allow me to change into each one quickly between songs, but they made a
big impact on the overall outfit. I was truly impressed.
"There are a lot of dresses," was the first thing out of my mouth. She
laughed immediately. I felt a smile cross my face at her mirth.
"I know that you were a tomboy at the beginning of the summer," she said.
"But I'm trying to move your image into that of a girly girl. Soft,
feminine, that sort of thing. Can you handle it?"
"Yes," I said, laughing myself. I hadn't ever really been a tomboy, but
these clothes were exactly the type of clothes that I loved to wear now.
"You used to be a tomboy?" Amy asked incredulously, causing me to laugh
again.
"Not exactly," I told her. "I've never really been into sports or
anything, but I never really dressed up or wore makeup too much."
She gave me a weird look like she didn't believe me. I laughed again. I
couldn't tell her the truth. But since she hadn't known me before, it
seemed way out of character for me in her mind. I had to agree. Dressing
the way I had before Megan took over my life would be totally out of
character for me now.
"Let's try one on," Julia interrupted. We had a lot of work to do to make
sure each one had the proper fit. But I couldn't keep myself from
chuckling again at Amy's look as I walked toward the first outfit.
---
On Thursday morning Dad insisted on driving me to the building that we
had been using for the dress rehearsals. I couldn't figure out why he
wanted to, because I had already made him promise to stay away from the
rehearsals so that he wouldn't hear the new song. I'd driven myself each
day this week. Maybe he had business that he needed to attend to
downtown, or maybe he had somewhere he wanted to take me after the
rehearsals were over, so I caved in and let him drive me.
Rehearsals went really well. With only two days until the first concert
we were about as ready as we could be. Kate was only correcting very
small things while we performed all of the songs again.
When I had changed and was ready to go, I found Dad waiting for me. But I
knew something was up when I noticed Emily and Ethan with him, dressed as
Chloe and Xander. I smiled quickly and Emily promptly wrapped me in a
hug. I had hardly seen her during the last two weeks because of our
different work schedules. She usually worked evenings, and I'd been
working on choreography during the time she was at home. I couldn't wait
until summer was over and I'd get to spend more time with her. She had
already told me that she wouldn't be working at the store during the
school year.
Dad took us out to a fancy restaurant for lunch. We were given a semi-
private table so we weren't interrupted by fans too much, but they were
always there when I went out as Sarah anymore. I tried to get Dad's big
surprise out of him as we ate, but his lips were sealed on the subject.
Emily and Ethan were tightlipped too, yet they seemed to know more than I
did.
We started for home after lunch, which really threw me off. But Dad
exited the freeway earlier than normal, increasing my excitement again.
We were driving up a fairly busy street when I first got a glimpse of it.
I noticed a small group of people congregating around a chain-link fence;
they were pointing in at a parking lot while taking pictures.
"What's going on up there?" I asked. Emily leaned forward from where she
was sitting in the back of Dad's car to peer over my shoulder out the
front window.
"I don't know," she said, but I somehow knew she was lying.
A moment later it came into view. I felt the large intake of breath catch
in my throat at the sight. Parked in the parking lot were a number of
buses, but forefront to everyone's view was a big white one. But what
made me gasp was the fact that my logo was plastered across the side of
it! Even though I had never seen the bus before, I knew without a doubt
that it was my tour bus! Having my name on the side of the bus only
confirmed that realization.
"Dad..." I gasped, but I didn't know what else to say to him. He smiled
broadly at my reaction while he pulled around the corner to a gate that
was being manned by a security officer. After a brief exchange, the
officer opened the gate and Dad drove into the parking lot and over to
the bus. My eyes hadn't left the vehicle the entire time.
"Wait until you see the inside," Dad said while opening his door. I
opened my own door and stepped out. I heard a few cheers from the crowd
that had been looking at the bus on the other side of the fence, but I
still couldn't take my eyes away from the large bus that was silently
idling, waiting for me.
Dad led me over toward the door, which opened at our approach, and Eddie,
my driver, stepped out.
"She's a beaut', Sarah," he grinned at me in excitement. "She'll be fun
to drive around the country, I guarantee that."
I laughed at his enthusiasm, and he stepped aside and I hesitantly
climbed into the bus.
I fell in love immediately. After taking a few steps up and through the
driver's section of the bus, I knew that Dad had taken a lot of care in
having a designer tailor this bus to my liking. The wood paneling that
made up the majority of the walls and surfaces was made of a very light
color. Some of the slats appeared almost white while others had a creamy
beige, almost light yellow quality to them, though the lighting may have
had something to do with the color differences. The floor was a very dark
brown hardwood broken up only by the lighter brown shaggy rug that ran
most of the way through the middle of the large area at the front of the
bus. A dark brown couch lined the wall on my right while two matching
sofa chairs and a table greeted me on the left.
Further back a small kitchen area adorned the left wall with a large,
full-size stainless-steel fridge. To the right of that was a small dining
area with leather benches in a matching dark brown to the sofa. I slowly
made my way down the bus taking in every little detail. It wasn't overtly
feminine, but it certainly had a feminine vibe to it with a couple of
pink pillows on the couch and other small touches here and there. There
was even a display case that had a number of pictures of me with Chloe
and Xander or with the band inside!
I turned back to Dad, who was following me, and gasped again. At the
front of the bus I had totally missed the large screen TV above the
fireplace that took up the area to the right of the door that led back
off the bus! My bus had a fireplace!
"This bus is for you and your family, Sarah. The band and the other crew
members have their own bus," Dad explained before pointing out a couple
of the features. "This couch is actually a sofa bed. Your mom and I will
sleep there when we are traveling with you. There are three bunks toward
the back where Austin can sleep. The other two will be vacant for now,
though if Amy or your security needs a place to bunk they may use them.
The bedroom is for you."
I turned back toward the rear of the bus. There was a short hallway there
and at the end I could see the edge of a bed. Still speechless, I slowly
walked toward the hall. I found the bunks on my left quickly; the
curtains separating them from the rest of the bus were open and each one
looked very inviting for such a small, enclosed space. They all had TV's
and comfortable-looking mattresses topped by soft sheets. Austin was
going to love it. Across the hall from the bunks was a bathroom and a
small closet or storage area.
At the end of the bunks, there was a door that led into the bedroom. A
quick glance inside proved that this was definitely the best room in the
bus. The dark brown hardwood floor gave way to plush carpet slightly
lighter in color. Just inside the door were a second bathroom on the
right and a shower on the left that was much larger than I expected to
find on a bus. A short distance further in the room opened up with the
bed pushed against the right wall and covered with a beautiful spread
that made me want to curl up on top and stay there all day. The left wall
was comprised of a small dresser below the large dark-tinted window and a
wardrobe further toward the back where I could already see a number of
clothes hanging through the open door, likely filled by Julia. The back
wall of the bus was filled with more storage space and a larger display
case that was mostly empty save for a small frame with a few more
pictures of the band and different performances inside, some more
pictures of Sarah with Chloe and Xander, and a small picture of Megan and
her family. It was the only picture in the bus of my real family. I
wished that we didn't have to hide them here in my own private sanctum on
the road, but I knew that there was a chance people would be on the bus
that we couldn't let in on the secret.
"This is amazing!" Emily said while plopping down on the bed. By the way
she sunk down I knew it was going to be really comfortable to sleep on.
"You are so spoiled!"
I laughed immediately. I felt the same way.
I continued to look around the bus for the next ten minutes, opening
drawers, and learning what it had to offer. I'd never been in a motor
home or a bus like this, and the thought of spending time here while on
the road was exciting! If I couldn't sleep in my own bed at night, this
would be a great second alternative, although I knew I'd still be
spending most of my nights in a hotel.
When I finally made my way back to the front of the bus, I found Ethan
sitting on one of the chairs staring out the window. He looked bored. I
glanced outside and noticed he was staring at the small crowd still
looking at the bus and taking pictures. That gave me an idea.
"Bored, huh?" I said and lightly kicked Ethan's leg. He looked up at me
and smiled.
"This bus is awesome," he said. "But I'm not entirely sure I like being
Xander, and it only reminds me of that fact. I'm positive that I hate
wearing this wig and this polo shirt. It's hot outside. I want to wear a
T-shirt."
I smirked at him. He was sidetracking my idea, but this sounded more
important. "I did warn you to think about the name."
"It's not the name," he said. "I still like the name. No, I hate these
clothes and the persona you gave me. I don't want to be preppy."
"Then change," I told him. "Find a style that works right for you. Don't
be the person I made you just because I gave you something to start with.
Find out who you think Xander is and build him up the way you want him to
be. I want you to be comfortable around Sarah and her fans, not feeling
like you are putting on a show, okay?"
He smiled so big I thought it was going to crack his face for a moment.
Then he laughed and nodded. It was a laugh of relief. I hadn't realized
that this had been bothering him, but I was glad we had cleared the air
about it.
"Up for having some fun with the fans?" I asked and gestured to the
group. Ethan smiled again, and I turned back to my dad.
"Dad, can you get my guitar out of the car?" I asked him. He nodded and
stepped past me while he reached into his pocket for his keys.
I followed him off the bus to be greeted by a few screams of delight from
the small group standing outside the fence. There were about 10 people
standing there. Most of them appeared to be teenagers about my own age,
with only a couple of adults and one younger girl with them. I waved at
them, and then pointed at the gate. A few looks of surprise washed over
some of them, but they got the message and started running toward the
gate we had entered not too long before. The rest of them seemed to
understand after seeing their actions, or at least followed behind the
first group at a slower pace. When they reached the gate I smiled at the
alarm on the security guard's face, but I waved them in and he opened the
gate for them.
I saw Dad retrieve my guitar and take it onto the bus while I waited for
the fans to make their way across the parking lot. He seemed to
understand what I was going to do.
The first fan to reach me was a boy who looked like he could be my age.
But he was screaming and hollering and acting like a little girl in his
excitement. Before I could do or say anything he wrapped me in a quick
hug, and then backed away quickly with a look of horror on his face at
his actions. He had two friends with him who were only slightly less
restrained.
As I laughed lightly at their reaction, it got me thinking. This was the
part that I didn't understand about Sarah's fame. It turned normal
teenage boys into screaming balls of nerves and giddiness. It was
something I had never seen boys do before Sarah entered my life, but
their reaction and the shrieks that they emitted put a smile on my face
every single time.
While we were waiting for the last stragglers to catch up, one of the
other boys reached out slowly toward me. I was laughing again as he
brushed my arm before retreating back to his friends with another one of
those shrieks. A couple of the girls our age looked mortified at the
boys' actions, and I heard Emily laughing up a storm behind me. I gave a
quick glance back and she was turning red with the laughter. Ethan was
rolling his eyes at their stupidity. But he had a smile on his own face.
He certainly didn't look bored anymore.
"Hi everyone," I said and greeted them with another small wave. There
were a number of greetings back. "I saw you guys admiring my new tour
bus. Do you like it?" Everyone was nodding their heads or responding in
the affirmative. "Well, I just got to see it for the first time myself.
It's pretty cool inside. Who wants to be among the first people to take a
tour?" Hands shot up from all of them and the boy that hugged me shrieked
in excitement once again. I couldn't contain my own laugh when I heard
Emily crack up again.
"Come on in," I told them and then stepped onto the bus. I continued
walking until I was at the far end of the main room, which allowed
everyone room to board. A number of them had their cameras out again and
were snapping pictures. I even saw two of them holding their cameras like
they were recording video.
They were all mesmerized as I walked them through the bus and pointed out
what little I knew about it. The bus seemed a lot smaller with that many
people on board, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. At least I didn't
have any dirty clothes or personal items strewn about yet to embarrass
me.
I made small talk with as many of them as I could while they looked
around. When everyone had their chance to see everything, I made my way
back up to the front to where Dad was sitting in the chair next to the
fireplace. I yearned to press the button to see if it worked, but I had
more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. He stood up and handed
me my guitar, which he had already taken out of its case. The fans
scrambled to find somewhere to sit when they realized what that meant.
Dad pointed to the chair he had been in and I sat down and swiveled it
toward the crowd while placing the guitar on my lap.
"I wouldn't be a proper host if I didn't play you a song before we parted
ways," I told them. Both girls and boys shrieked at that information. I
had never done a private show for any fans like this before. "Any
requests?"
"Ever After!" one of the girls yelled immediately. There were a number of
other songs yelled out, but the girl was very persuasive, and soon
everyone was agreeing with her. I smiled. It was a good choice since it
had started its life on a single guitar. Some of the other songs didn't
quite sound the same without the band.
"I loved your dedication at your concert," one of the other girls said.
"Chloe must be one heck of a friend."
I laughed out loud and looked around at the faces peering back at me
until I found Emily. She had a silly grin of her own at the recognition
she had received.
"She is," I smiled back. "Everyone, this is Chloe," I said and gestured
toward her. "She's about the best friend a girl could ask for."
Emily looked really nervous now, but managed a small wave back at the
crowd. "Hello," she squeaked out a moment later. There was some
lighthearted chuckling at her expense. Ethan looked uncomfortable next to
her.
"Xander isn't half bad either," I told the crowd, and watched with
delight as he turned red at the acknowledgment that I knew he wanted. He
brought it on himself, though. I strummed my guitar lightly to save him
from more embarrassment and everyone looked back toward me.
"Chloe and I wrote a couple of songs together earlier this year," I told
everyone. "But this one is our favorite."
Without any other preamble I launched into the song. The soft strums of
the guitar filled the bus while I played and sang the song for the small
crowd that was sitting on my bus. Their looks of excitement and wonder
never left their faces the entire time I sang. When I strummed the last
note they broke out into clapping and cheering.
I'd felt the rush a lot over the last two weeks as we'd learned and
practiced the songs for the concert. But sitting there with fans, I knew
that the rush I had been feeling during rehearsals was nothing compared
to the rush I got when fans were around listening. I felt like I was
glowing as I looked around at the people around me. This was why I was
addicted to being Sarah. I made a lot of money singing, but it was the
smiles and cheers from the crowds that was the real payment.
"Sing 'You Can't Hurt Me' next," someone said. Before I had a chance to
say or do anything Dad interrupted us.
"I'm afraid Sarah has other appointments that she needs to get to," he
said. His comment was met with groans of disappointment from the fans. I
felt slightly disappointed too. I knew that the only appointment I had
before Saturday's concert was the dress rehearsal tomorrow morning. But
if he wanted me to wrap this up, I would.
"Sorry, guys," I told them while putting my guitar back into its case and
moving it out of the way so that it wouldn't get damaged as they left the
bus. "It was nice to meet all of you."
I stood up and made sure to at least shake all of their hands as they
passed me on their way off the bus. I also gave a number of hugs to some
of them and signed some autographs. Overall I did my best to make each of
them feel special. When I grabbed my guitar and followed Dad out to his
car, I knew that I had made their day. But the best part was that they
had made mine.
---
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