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Sarah Carerra
By Megan Campbell
(Released: June 27, 2011)
Chapter 42 - Paramount Theatre
Waking up for church the following morning was really hard. That was why I
decided to stay in bed. Mom didn't like that decision, but at least she
knew how tired I was. She was unhappy that I had missed so much church
during the summer because of my new "job". I'd have to make a bigger
effort to attend church on Sunday mornings after my future Saturday
performances.
I would have gladly slept all day if Emily hadn't come over and jumped on
my bed after she got home from church. We had family coming over this
evening for a small party to celebrate Mom's birthday, and Emily wanted to
spend some time with me before they started showing up.
After taking a shower to help wake me up we collapsed on the couch in
Sarah's room.
"Tell me all about it!" she said excitedly as we sat and listened to the
countdown.
So I did. I told her about how awesome it felt to have so many people
screaming for me. I told her about how much fun it was to see them singing
along with my songs. I told her about how cool it was to see the smiles on
the faces of everyone near the stage.
She looked really excited when I finished. I knew that she had been sad
that she hadn't been able to attend, but I also knew how much she was
looking forward to Thursday night when I was performing at the OC Fair
here in Los Angeles. I was excited too. Her family, Ethan's family, Paul's
family, and all of my extended family had tickets to that performance.
Most of them did not know my true identity, but I was super excited to be
able to perform for them.
I had been worried about 'You Can't Hurt Me' falling out of the number one
spot on the countdown since the CrayZ song I had displaced was still
sticking in there at number two, but his song was listed at number three
this week. Then I became worried about what had taken its place, or if my
song had already fallen to second. 'Intuition' had only been on top for
three weeks, and this would mark the third week that 'You Can't Hurt Me'
would be on top if it had held the spot.
I sighed in relief when the number two song was announced. It wasn't mine.
"Who is Desdemona?" I asked with a confused look at Emily. She shrugged as
we listened to the girl's song 'Daddy's Little Princess'. It started out
much like my own songs did, but then she sang a few lines without any
accompaniment before the song turned hard. That definitely wasn't what I
had been expecting. Despite being a lot darker and more rock-like than
what I usually listened to, I did like the song.
I started to fret slightly once the song was over and my own song started
playing. Desdemona had a really good song, and I had no idea who she was.
Was this the last week that I would be on top? I was slightly depressed at
that thought as we moved on to other things. The music industry changed so
quickly that I shouldn't expect to be able to hold the top spot for very
long, but I couldn't help but want to hear my song again at the end of the
countdown.
The rest of the afternoon was spent having fun and talking. When my family
started showing up, I bid Emily farewell and turned my attention toward
them.
"You look tired," Tracy told me after she had handed Heather to me and
taken a seat next to me on Sarah's couch. Dad had decided he didn't want
to hide Sarah's room from everyone, since it had another TV and couch to
help keep people entertained. But I was worried enough that I figured I'd
be spending most of my time in there keeping people from getting into my
stuff. Everyone who came in appeared star-struck as they looked around,
and of course they had to touch everything. I felt slightly violated as
they pawed all of my things.
"I'm exhausted," I replied while making faces at Heather to make her
laugh. She obliged with a gleeful giggle that warmed my heart and helped
increase my energy reserves. "But Dad says it gets easier the more I do
it."
We weren't alone in the room so we couldn't talk about last night's
concert openly, but she still knew what I was referring to. Before we
could say anything else, Katy came in and almost had a heart attack when
she saw the room. I knew that she was a big fan, and she looked about as
star-struck as anyone else I met while appearing as Sarah.
"I'm so excited for Thursday" Tracy said with a large smile on her face.
"I've wanted to see her perform in person for a while now."
I smiled at her. "It should be a lot of fun," I said. "I just wish I could
be there."
"You aren't going to be there?!" Katy asked, shocked. She came over and
took a seat next to us.
"No," I replied, hoping that she would buy the cover story Dad and I had
created. "I'm going to be one of Sarah's assistants, and I have to go get
certified that night."
She remained shocked. I wasn't sure if it was because I was turning down
going to a Sarah Carerra concert or because I was going to be one of her
assistants. Probably both. Tracy started laughing at her reaction.
"Missing one concert seems like a small price to pay," I continued. Katy
still looked speechless.
"That is so cool!" she screamed, making everyone look over at us. "I was
just excited to meet her on Thursday. It would be so much more fun to work
for her!"
I grimaced slightly. Most of the "meet and greet" passes for the OC Fair
had gone to my family and friends, yet most of them didn't even know who
Sarah really was. Interacting with them in a setting like that was not
something that I was looking forward to. One mistake and the secret would
be out. But they had asked Dad for the tickets, and I wanted them to have
the chance to meet Sarah.
At some point I was going to have to tell Katy the truth. I already had
some ideas on when I wanted to do that, but it wouldn't be at the concert.
I was still worried about letting more people in on the secret, even if
she was one of my favorite cousins.
The rest of the party wasn't too bad. We had a lot of fun talking about
Sarah and her life. I managed to impart the things that Tracy wanted to
hear while still keeping the secret intact. It was after the birthday cake
had been cut that part of my world shattered, literally.
Katy, Tracy, and I were walking back to Sarah's room with our cake. Dad
had told everyone that they could not bring food in the room, but I made
an exception for my favorite cousins. As we approached the door I heard
excited voices inside, followed by a sound that would haunt me for many
days to come.
"I can't believe it's here!" I recognized the voice as Derek's. I had to
assume that the other voice was Kyle's.
"I know," Kyle replied. "You'd think that she would keep it with her."
I immediately became worried and stepped toward the door just in time to
see Derek raise a pick and bring it down against the strings of my guitar.
The sound it emitted was hideous and wrong.
"What are you doing?!" I screamed at him! He jumped, startled at my yell,
and I watched in horror as he lost his grip on my baby and it tumbled out
of his hands toward the floor! He swore as he reached forward to try to
stop the guitar's fall, but it caused him to lose his balance. The guitar
hit the carpet face down, seemingly unharmed. But it continued to lay
there as Derek took a step forward to stop his own fall and regain his
balance. My poor baby was no match for his large foot, and the crunch I
heard as he stepped on and broke through the back of the guitar was
deafening to my ears.
I realized a moment later that the loud wail that was echoing around the
room was coming from me as I felt my knees buckle and I fell to the floor.
My cake tumbled to the carpet beside me.
Dad was there immediately, along with many other members of our family. He
quickly grasped the situation and ordered everyone out of the room. Then
he reached down and pulled me back to my feet. He wrapped his arms around
me and I started sobbing into his shoulder. I loved that guitar! It was
perfect! And now it was in pieces on my floor!
"Are you okay?" Katy asked while hovering just outside the door, unsure of
why I had reacted the way I did. I couldn't respond to her, but I knew my
reaction was totally out of character. It wasn't Megan's guitar that had
been destroyed. But I couldn't hold back the tears that were streaming
down my cheeks. It WAS my guitar!
"Sarah had just given Megan that guitar," Dad told her. Leave it to him to
already be working to protect the secret. "It was very special to her."
I felt another set of arms around me as Dad passed me off to Mom, who
directed me toward the couch and sat me down before pulling me into
another hug. I vaguely saw Aunt Judy start to pick up my cake as Dad
started to collect the pieces of my guitar from the floor and put them
back into the case. I vaguely heard Uncle John yelling at Derek in another
room. But none of it mattered. I had lost one of my precious babies! And I
had a concert to perform in two days!
That was the end of the party. Katy had to go because her dad didn't want
Derek there anymore, and I had to dry my eyes long enough to say goodbye
to her and to Aunt Judy. My aunt hugged me closely in comfort. She knew my
secret, so she knew how much this hurt. She apologized for her son's
actions, but it still didn't help me feel any better.
I did not know how long I stayed on that couch. People came to say
goodbye, but they all started to blur together in my grief. At some point
Mom helped me change and get ready for bed, and it wasn't long before I
was dead to the world.
---
The next day wasn't any better. It was a six hour drive up to Oakland,
which meant we didn't even have time to go guitar shopping to find a
replacement. I crashed into the hotel bed about as depressed as I had been
the night before. I had hoped that I would be able to find a replacement
on the morning of the concert, but between the interviews and other
responsibilities that I had before the concert started, I didn't have time
then either. When I took the stage for the sound check, I was holding an
acoustic guitar that Jason had loaned to me. I felt off while singing and
we had to replay a number of songs because the sound techs weren't happy
with my singing.
I wasn't sure I even wanted to perform another concert anymore. That
feeling persisted for much of the day. The band tried to raise my spirits.
My family did the same. None of them were successful. It wasn't until I
was squeezing the band's Carerra Bear during our pre-concert ritual that I
started to feel the despair slowly withdraw from my system. I held onto
that Bear for a long, long time, and eventually I became aware of
comforting arms wrapped around me.
I knew Stephanie was going to kill me as I stood there hugging that bear;
the tears sliding down my cheeks meant that she would probably have to
touch up my makeup. But when I finally opened my eyes and passed the bear
to Sophie, who along with Holly had been hugging me, I felt calm and
collected as Stephanie touched me up. When we all placed our hands on the
bear and yelled together, I actually felt happy. I wasn't 100% yet, but I
knew that I could perform for my fans. When I heard the introductory music
that signaled the start of the concert intro, I felt the tingle of
excitement start to flow throughout my body. When Stacy's drums and
Connor's bass opened the starting song, I felt the rush take over like it
always did. Even if I didn't have my guitar, I had my fans to make this
night wonderful.
"Are you having fun yet?" I yelled into the microphone after the first
song had come to a conclusion. The crowd roared like I expected, and I
knew that I was feeling the same thing. I WAS having fun too.
"Do you want to have more?" I yelled once they had calmed down a bit. They
screamed loudly again. The Paramount Theatre was the smallest venue on the
tour, seating slightly less than 3,000 people. But the noise those fans
generated rivaled anywhere else I had performed as it reverberated around
the small theatre that had been designed with acoustics in mind.
I smiled at their reaction. This day had started out terribly, but now
there wasn't any other place I'd rather be.
"Welcome to the Intuition Tour," I told them and then the band launched
straight into 'Intuition'. As I sang through the song that had started my
career, I marveled once again at how the crowd sang along with me.
'Intuition' was the first song that I had released, and it was the first
song that had topped the charts. Everyone seemed to know the words to at
least the chorus, if the volume of the noise that accompanied me was any
indication.
Intuition was a love song, of sorts. It talked about how I knew our
relationship was meant to be when I had my guy next to me. It wasn't
something I had written, since the record company had given me the song,
but I hoped that I would get to "feel" what the song talked about someday.
I hoped that I found someone who would love me for who I was, both Sarah
and Megan together. But until that happened, I was content to sing the
upbeat song for the crowd, and they were willing to listen.
They cheered again when the song came to its conclusion, and I stepped
over to the side of the stage to where a water bottle was waiting for me.
After rehydrating my throat, I returned to the middle to continue the
concert.
This next part had been something that I requested to have included. The
people I worked with were very important to me, and I wanted to give them
the recognition they deserved.
"I want to introduce you to some very important people before we
continue," I said into the mic when the crowd's screaming had died down
somewhat. I knew that I was pictured on the big screen behind me, and I
could even see the small red light indicating where the camera was. We had
a number of them around the theatre to help display my image on the big
screen when there wasn't some special effect accompanying my performance
on it.
I saw the image on the big screen change to include the entire band as I
turned around and started walking the few feet to where Jason was
standing.
"Give it up for the band, 'Pop Fly'!" I yelled as I clapped, garnering the
cheer I had hoped to get for the band. They all had huge smiles on their
faces at the recognition they were receiving. When I reached Jason, I
turned back to the crowd.
"Jason Olson, band leader and lead guitar," I said. I knew that a close up
of him was being shown on the screen behind me, and I watched as he took a
short bow before playing a quick riff on his guitar. The fans cheered just
as hard for him as they did for me, and he totally deserved it.
I then stepped over to where Connor was standing. "Connor Christiansen,
bass guitar," I told the crowd. He too took a bow and played a small solo
before receiving the same response that the crowd had given to Jason.
I had to chuckle at the lopsided smile that Connor had on his face as I
moved as close to Stacy as I could. He was on a slightly raised platform,
and I could just barely see his head over his drums while standing this
close. "Stacy Miller, drums," I introduced him. He stood up and bowed
before taking a seat on his stool again and launching into his own solo.
The crowd didn't disappoint him either.
As he was playing, I made my way over to where the girls were standing. I
stepped between them and pulled them both into a small three-way hug for a
short moment before introducing them. "These two girls are as talented as
I am, yet for some reason they don't want to take the spotlight." There
was some laughter from the crowd for a moment before I could continue.
"Sophie Lund and Holly Anderson," I introduced them. I left them to bask
in the roar of the crowd as I stepped back to center stage.
"I couldn't do what I do without these wonderful people," I explained.
"Not only are they the best band to work with, they are also accomplished
songwriters themselves. This next song is one they wrote for me, and I'm
proud to be able to sing it in their honor. I'm not the same person that I
was when I met them. No, they've made me a 'Different Girl'."
I launched into the song immediately with almost a scream. It definitely
wasn't something I normally did in my music, but this also wasn't one of
my normal songs. It toned down a bit once the band started playing, but it
still continued to be a heavier sound, even though I would still classify
it as pop music.
Despite the heavier undertones to the song, it had a really good message.
It talked about how this industry could change someone, and in fact had
some lines about the changes that the band had observed in me. When I had
first heard the song, I was shocked to realize how much I had changed
since putting on the wig for the first time. The song talked about the
confidence that had grown in me. It talked about the pride I took in my
work. It talked about the way I fell in love with every fan whom I met.
The strong beat and quick rhythm had many people on their feet bouncing
around with the dancers and me on the stage. I enjoyed watching them have
a blast as I continued to sing and move through the choreography.
This was one of the hardest songs for me to sing well. It required a lot
of breath, and between the fast lyrics and quick dance steps I often ended
the song out of breath. Tonight was no exception, because I was panting
and doing my best to replenish my oxygen levels as the crowd roared at the
end. This song wasn't on my album and it hadn't been played on the radio,
so this was the first time that many of them had heard it. But it sounded
like it was well-received.
As the lights on the stage dropped to bring us into near darkness to
prepare for the next song, I took another deep breath and turned to get
into position. Sophie and Holly were right there. Jason and the band
weren't much farther away. I realized then how important they were in my
performances.
I was still sad about what had happened Sunday night, but I realized that
it wasn't the end of the world. As long as I had these wonderful people on
the stage with me, it didn't matter what guitar I played. I wasn't sure
that we would be able to find a proper replacement for my broken guitar,
but I knew that it wouldn't matter.
It was the people who were important.
---
Once again I was exhausted as I boarded the bus late that night. I knew
that I would be sleeping most of the next day if I was going to be ready
for the OC Fair on Thursday. One day wasn't a lot of time to recover, but
I knew that some artists played back to back performances. I couldn't
imagine doing something like that, but I was sure it was something that I
would learn how to do from first-hand experience.
After changing into something that I could sleep in for the ride back
home, I was ready to slide into bed when there was a knock on the door to
my room. I opened it to find Dad standing there. I let him in and then
closed the door behind me to keep from bothering Austin, whose bunk was
right outside. I could already hear him softly snoring.
"How are you doing?" Dad asked me while I sat down on the bed. He leaned
against the dresser.
"I'm okay," I said. "Exhausted again, but okay."
He chuckled slightly before he spoke. "I think you are always going to be
exhausted after a show," he said. "You try to give the fans everything you
have, and that is going to make you feel drained. But that is also one of
your biggest strengths. I'll let you sleep in tomorrow, but we'll need to
replace your guitar in the afternoon."
I sighed. I really didn't want to go guitar shopping again. I had really
loved my guitar, and now it was still sitting in pieces on a table in
Sarah's room. I couldn't bring myself to throw it out, and Dad had obliged
my desire to leave it there.
I nodded to let him know that I would go. Despite my desire not to, I did
need a guitar. Perhaps I should even find a couple of them in case
something like this ever happened again.
"We've also got an appointment with your principal on Friday," Dad told
me. I sat up stiffly at that information.
"Why?" I asked suspiciously. Principal Hall had proven to be a friend at
the end of the school year, but I still remembered how mad he had been at
me before that.
"We need someone whom we can work with at your school," he said. "You'll
miss some days because of your career, and he can help us make sure that
you get everything done that you need to without telling the entire school
why you are gone."
"You're going to tell him the secret?!" I nearly screamed. How could Dad
even trust him with that information after the way he had acted? I
certainly didn't want him to know!
"He's a good guy, Megan," Dad explained calmly. "I've been talking and
working with him on a few things, and I trust him. He'll do the right
thing and help make sure that the school year goes smoothly for you. I
promise."
I wasn't sure that I believed him, but I nodded reluctantly. It was
apparent that Dad had already made up his mind on this issue, and I wasn't
likely going to be able to change it.
Dad kissed me on the forehead before heading for the door. All I could do
is hope that everything would work out okay as he closed the door behind
him.
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