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Sarah Carerra
By Megan Campbell
(Released: September 5, 2011)
Chapter 52 - Radio City Music Hall
The final day of my summer concert tour brought a peace and serenity that
was abnormal for a concert day. For the first time all week I got to
sleep in longer than usual. I had done more interviews in the mornings
during my stay in New York City than I had all month. Having much of the
morning off was the best way to start the day.
The light was streaming through the curtains as I pulled back the covers.
I climbed out of bed and did a few stretches to help wake me up, then I
walked over to the curtains and pulled them apart. Looking down on the
already bustling streets stories below the room brought a smile to my
face.
I had never imagined that I would get the chance to visit New York City!
I lived on the other side of the country, and Dad's job had kept us from
taking many vacations while I was growing up. But to contemplate being
here to perform two concerts would have been mind-boggling just four
months ago.
This whole summer had been a whirlwind of new adventures and experiences.
My life had completely changed. I was no longer the shy boy who I had
grown up believing myself to be. I was now a beautiful young woman with a
very exciting life ahead of her. I couldn't remotely imagine everything
that Sarah Carerra would bring to my life. I couldn't imagine what life
would be like after I took off the wig for the last time, if that ever
happened. But I knew for a fact that I had always been a girl. I had
always been Megan.
I knew that belief would be challenged, perhaps forcefully, when I
returned to school. Despite the fact that I was legally and genetically
female, there were enough people there who knew me before this whole
adventure had started. Some of those people would make my life hard while
I tried to finish my junior year. But if I could become a platinum
recording artist, then I could overcome ANYTHING that they threw at me.
With friends like Emily, Ethan, and Paul at my side, I knew that school
would be okay, no matter what happened.
I smiled slightly, and turned to start getting ready for the day. Just
because I got to sleep in didn't mean I had the whole day off. I wanted
to be ready when Dad knocked on the door to my suite.
When I was finished getting dressed, I still hadn't heard anything from
Dad or Amy, which was unusual. A knock on the door to my family's room
proved that Dad had still been asleep, if his bedraggled appearance was
any indication. He scowled at my laughter, but I told him I would go get
breakfast and he closed the door to start getting ready for the day.
I was still in a good mood as I walked further down the hall to the suite
that the band was staying in. A knock on their door proved more
productive, and I found most of them up and dressed. Only Sophie was
still getting ready and I waited patiently for her to finish her makeup
before I dragged them all down to the hotel's restaurant. It hadn't been
hard to convince them to come to breakfast with me, especially when they
found out it would be my treat, and it was one of the best times I had
ever spent with my band.
There had been very few times when we got together that didn't involve
our music in some way. Getting to sit there and just talk with them for
an hour and a half was definitely an eye opener. I learned more about
them during that one meal than I had all summer. As we returned to our
rooms, I was even more convinced they were the best people I could ever
work with.
Austin and the band were going to lounge around the pool and have some
fun before the band went to the sound check. I wished I could join them,
but I was already committed to spend more time at the Jive booth before
the concert. The Jive guys had wanted me to be there all day today, but
fortunately I had the excuse of performing a concert to get me out of
there early.
Mom and Amy remained at the hotel to finish packing our things onto the
bus. The band and the crew weren't leaving New York until late tomorrow.
However, Amy, Mason, my family and I were all going to pile onto my bus
after tonight's concert to make the cross-country trip back to Los
Angeles in time to get ready for school on Wednesday. Everyone else would
be heading for Colorado for next Saturday's concert.
The technology conference was a lot more crowded today than it had been
yesterday. News had also apparently circulated that I would be there,
because many more fans showed up to get autographs and pictures than
yesterday. Overall it was a much better experience, and the Jive
executives seemed to be happy with the number of people who were taking
an interest in their music player.
When we finally left to make our way to the Radio City Music Hall, I was
more than ready to perform a concert. The excitement I felt before every
show was already building as we arrived at the historic building and made
our way inside. The grandeur and the luxury that were displayed all
around us took my breath away instantly, and I marveled that I was
actually going to get a chance to perform here!
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Darkness descended around me, and I turned and hustled toward the side of
the stage for my second costume change of the night. Once I was inside
the small booth I raised my hands once more while waiting for one of the
ladies to finish untying my shoes while another pulled my top over my
head. A third was unzipping my jeans and pulling them down my legs,
allowing me to pull my feet out of the jeans and the untied shoes at the
same time. Then came the dress.
This costume change was the longest of the concert, because it took extra
care to get the dress on without damaging it. Several women helped pull
it over my head and get it situated properly. Once my head was free,
Stephanie went to work on fixing the wig and touching up my makeup and
someone else placed a pair of heels on my feet.
When everyone was done I only had a second or two to glance into the
mirror in the room before I had to rush back to the stage. What I saw was
a very beautiful girl. The little black dress was very high fashion, and
very sophisticated. It was highlighted with silver in a few places to
give it some Glam, but otherwise it could have been worn out on an
expensive date. I gave myself a smile, then turned and hurried back to
get into position before the video keeping the crowd entertained was
finished.
I didn't get to take a proper breath until I was in place, which was only
slightly encumbered by the tight dress. It still left me with plenty of
room to breathe to sing properly. The dress didn't look as tight as it
felt, but it was still comfortable.
The soft, slow music started up immediately after the screen at the back
had gone dark, and a spotlight shone down upon me. When I started softly
singing the first words of Petula Clark's 'Downtown', there was some soft
clapping around the hall. This seemed like an appropriate song to be
singing just off the Theatre District, and the crowd seemed to agree.
This song was much older than I was, and I had never even heard it before
someone suggested using it as a cover. But even the fans in the audience
whom I could see and who were younger than me seemed to enjoy the song.
It was a really nice song, and as we went back and forth between the slow
parts and the faster sections, I was really having a lot of fun. So far
this had been the best concert we had performed, without anything going
wrong, and I was intent on making sure that continued. It was the last
chance I would get before school started.
When the song came to a conclusion, the fire was burning just as strong
in my veins. The crowd cheered just as loud as if it had been one of my
own songs. Before I had started I knew that this was going to be a fun
concert to perform, and the fans certainly made that a reality.
"I promised we would have fun tonight," I told the audience when they
started to quiet down once again. "Are we?" That prompted another cheer
to echo throughout the venue in response.
"Well, I'm having fun too," I continued. "I've been performing for almost
three months now. In that short amount of time I've learned two key
things. First, I'm totally addicted to performing. I can't imagine not
singing and sharing my talents with people anymore. Second, performing
for a great crowd, like you guys, always leaves me 'Breathless'."
I paused briefly, letting a hush settle across the hall before I started
singing. After finishing my opening line, Stacy's drums and Jason's
guitar joined in to bring sound to the song The Corrs performed so well.
I didn't think I could give it the justice that the family band did, but
I did my best. I must have done well enough, because the crowd erupted
into cheering when we finished.
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The backstage meet-and-greet held after the concert was somber for me. I
was still elated to interact with all of the fans who had been lucky
enough to join us, but the looming end of the summer concerts definitely
made me wish I had more time with them before school started.
By far, this had been the most exciting summer of my life. Last year,
when Emily, Ethan, and I would spend time on the beach or at a movie or
just lazing around each day, I never would have guessed that it would be
the last time that we would spend that much time together. We knew as we
got older things were inevitably going to change, but I never expected it
to happen this soon!
And change they had. Not only was I a whole new person than who I had
been back then, but I had hardly even had the chance to see them over the
summer. Ethan had run off to camp to get away from me, and Emily had
started a job that kept her busy most of the time. I knew she regretted
the loss of free time she'd had over the summer, but she'd saved an
impressive amount of money from her job that I knew helped alleviate that
loss.
Emily was so driven to be successful, which is one of the reasons I was
standing where I was, in the middle of a large number of my fans. But I
was standing there without her. She had been the driving force who had
convinced Ethan to help get me to Scott's party. It was her willpower
that had badgered me into getting up on stage that night where Scott had
heard me for the first time. Without Emily's drive, there would be no
Sarah Carerra.
I missed her.
Standing among the many people who wanted to be my friend and spend as
much time with me as they could, all I wished was that I had her here
with me. I knew she would be there Tuesday after we got home. I knew that
Ethan would be with her. That seemed like such a long time from now,
however, and we would only have less than one day to enjoy the rest of
the summer before we'd be back in the classrooms together.
But we would be together once again. Emily had quit her job to focus on
school, and that meant that any free time we had could be spent together.
And while my own career wasn't being put on hold, both of them were more
than willing to come along with me. I just hoped that I wasn't keeping
them away from anything they wanted to pursue in their own lives.
Later that night, after the glamour of the concert and the afterparty had
faded, I was in my room on my tour bus. The wig was safely stored. The
outfits were in the closet. I had removed the day's makeup, and all of
the people on the bus were in their beds or bunks trying to sleep.
But the fire within me was still burning brightly. I was wide awake, and
I found myself sitting on my own bed, staring out the window at the
still-heavy early morning traffic around the New York City area. Eddie
was expertly navigating the large bus through the busy streets, and I
watched the show much like I had watched the Salt Lake Valley from the
window of my hotel room the night after my first concert.
The peaceful, serene feelings that had been flowing through me that night
were joined by concern and worry tonight. With the start of the school
year came the uncertainty of what it would hold for me. I hadn't been the
most popular person at the end of the last year. There were a number of
students who hated me just because I was different. And most of those
students would be returning with me this year.
Despite the acceptance and acclaim that I received nearly every day as
Sarah Carerra, these people only knew me as the new girl Megan Campbell.
Some of them were sure to only remember me as the person whom I had been
before Megan had even come along. That person seemed so foreign to me now
that I couldn't even voice the name. Yet it was certain to be on the
tongues of those individuals who wanted to hurt me. Having a proper birth
certificate wasn't going to be enough to convince them that I really had
been a girl since birth. Those were the causes of my worry as I sat there
lost in thought.
A soft knock on the door to my room preceded my mom poking her head
inside. She had a concerned look on her face when she saw me sitting on
top of the covers instead of safely ensconced within. Without a word she
came inside, closed the door, and joined me on the bed, wrapping me in a
hug.
"Are you worried about school?" she asked. I had long since given up
trying to figure out how she always knew what was bothering me. Instead,
I hugged her back.
"Yes," I replied while nodding. "I don't know how people are going to
react, and that scares me."
Mom was silent for a moment. When she spoke again I felt the love and
care that she put into her words.
"Megan," she started. "You are an amazing young woman. I couldn't ask for
a better daughter. But what you've gone through isn't normal. People are
going to question who you are because of that. I know you are female.
Your dad knows you are female. Your doctors and the government know you
are female. Anybody who believes otherwise is going to have to learn that
truth. In time I don't think that anybody will question who you really
are. But for those people who have known you for a while, it will be
harder to accept."
Again she hugged me tightly before continuing. "I'm sorry that you had to
go through this. I wish you could have been raised as the girl you truly
are. But life isn't always easy, and it isn't always fair. I wish that
people would accept you for who you are now, but some of them won't be
able to. They will criticize you for living your life the way you were
meant to. But you hear criticism like that every day. You've seen the
negative things that some people have said about Sarah. This is no
different."
"But it IS different," I told her. "She-"
"She is you," Mom interrupted. "Never forget that, Megan. Sarah is
believable only because there is a real girl underneath that wig. She is
strong and determined and one of the bravest young women I know. I
couldn't imagine standing in front of a crowd and performing like you
do."
"That strength doesn't come from Sarah," she paused to place her hand
over my heart. "It comes from here."
I nodded, but I wasn't sure how to respond. I stared out the window of
the bus for a moment. I knew she was right. It was so easy to try to
separate my two identities. But I knew that I could perform just as well
without the wig. The 4th of July party at Gran and Grandaddy's house had
proved that. However, that still didn't make me feel any less
apprehensive about what my fellow students would do to me. Some of them,
like Jared Lumbart, wanted to harm me. I knew there would be problems
during the school year.
But I also knew that I could overcome them. I'd done a number of amazing
things over the summer. If I could release a platinum-selling album and
perform concerts in front of thousands of people across the nation, then
I could find a way to deal with the problems that school would bring.
I looked up into Mom's eyes. Once again I saw her love and adoration for
me there. I hoped that she could see the same thing in my own eyes.
"Thank you, Mom," I replied. Then I leaned over and gave her a hug this
time. After releasing her I knew what else I wanted.
"Would you like to sleep in here tonight?" I asked. "The bed is much more
comfortable."
She laughed lightly, but nodded.
It wasn't until after we had both slid under the covers and I could feel
the heat of my mom inches away from me that I felt safe for the first
time all evening. Not even Mason could give me the security that Mom
could. I drifted off to sleep peacefully within minutes.
Only time would tell what the future would hold.
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End of Sarah Carerra - Book 2: Summer Medley
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