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Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A-
By Megan Campbell
(Released: February 20, 2012)
Chapter 4 - Starshine
I was smiling as my plane landed in Denver. Instead of being stuck in
Chorus, where I would have been if I was still in school, I was on my way
to perform a concert! There were very few things in the world that could
bring a smile to my face more than walking out onto the stage at the
beginning of a concert. It had only been a week since I had last performed,
but I was already missing the adrenaline rush that performing produced. I
actually wouldn't be on stage again until tomorrow night, but just being in
Denver was enough to start the tingling in my bones.
Unlike my previous flights to concerts, I garnered a lot more attention as
I walked through the airport. This was the first time I had traveled by
plane as Sarah during the concert tour, and it was the first time I had
flown since my face had become nationally recognizable. Besides my family I
also had Amy, my personal assistant, and Mason, one of my security guards,
with me. Mason was somewhat nervous as we walked through the concourse
toward the train that would take us to the terminal and the baggage claim
area. Usually I had two security guards with me at all times, but Cole,
Mason's partner, was already working to prepare the security for the
concert. I got the impression that Mason felt vulnerable without him. There
were enough fans screaming when they saw me and rushed toward us, whether
for an autograph, a picture, or just to say 'Hi', that I thought Mason was
going to force me into the bathroom to take off the wig. I could tell that
he didn't like being the only security guard travelling with me.
But unlike my fellow students at school, there were only smiles and
excitement from those surrounding me. Once I put on the wig, people stopped
hating me. Nobody called me names. Nobody tried to push me down or hit me.
I didn't necessarily want this type of attention at school, but I still
wished that people would treat me like a normal human being.
I signed a lot of autographs and took many pictures with the fans while we
rode the train from our gate to the terminal, and again while waiting for
my suitcase to make its way to the baggage carousel. All of the troubles
and tribulations that I'd had to endure at school were gone from my mind as
we stepped outside the terminal. Then things got even better when I saw my
tour bus again!
The white bus was sitting in a designated area waiting for us. With my name
plastered across the side of the bus it too had garnered some attention and
there were a number of people standing around it taking pictures. When they
saw us coming, the airport security officers who had gathered to make sure
there was no disruption to the flow of traffic stepped in to help keep some
order. Cole was there too, much to Mason's relief. Dad took my bag from me
and followed the rest of my family boarding the bus while I took the time
to once again take pictures and sign autographs for the small crowd. Then I
boarded the bus for the 50 minute drive out to the amphitheatre.
Staying in Denver was definitely going to be a different experience than
staying in the other cities on the tour had been. Instead of staying in a
nice hotel like we had done for the first half of the tour, I would be
spending the next two nights in my tour bus while it was parked at the
venue. Both Dad and Amy had agreed that it would be easier to stay on the
busses instead of driving back and forth from a hotel. I didn't mind. I had
a large room at the back of my bus with a queen size bed. It was almost as
comfortable as my room back at home. However, Austin, who only had a small
bunk to sleep in, was not happy by the prospect.
"You'll have a couple of hours to get settled," Dad told me while we were
travelling down I-70. "Then you have the first Starshine meeting tonight."
I nodded, but I continued to watch the city pass by outside the window of
the bus. Starlight Cosmetics was one of my major endorsements and they had
become a major sponsor for the second half of the tour. This sponsorship
included two new "events" around the concert. The first, called Starshine,
was nothing but an endorsement opportunity. Ten lucky girls would get the
chance to spend some time with me and with my makeup artist, Stephanie,
while we discussed what Starlight Cosmetics could do to help them shine in
their lives. It sounded like a lot of fun, but I was worried that it would
feel more like I was trying to push the makeup on them instead of spending
time with fans.
The second event was the Star Party. Normally a star party consisted of a
number of people gathering to watch the stars in the sky. Starlight
Cosmetics had taken the term and applied it to the ?meet and greet? that I
always had after one of my concerts. Starlight Cosmetics had paid to
decorate the room and it was supposed to be really cool. Instead of
peddling their wares, the Star Party would be just that, a party. There
would be a few people who had passes to attend the party before the
concert. The rest of the attendees would be composed of the fans at the
concert who seemed most excited to meet me. I had a feeling that they were
trying to mirror what Taylor Swift did with her T-Party, and I was worried
that people would label me a copycat. I adored Taylor Swift, and I hoped
that this wouldn't be a problem. In essence it wasn't anything more than
commercializing the after party I always had after a concert. A few
advertisements and product placements would be around the room, but nothing
else would be changed.
Either way I was excited to see what 'The Observatory' looked like. The
Observatory was what they had dubbed the room where the Star Party would
take place. It was supposed to have a three-fold purpose. First it would
provide a place where the people involved in my concerts and I could hang
out before the show started. Second, it would be used as the backdrop for
the Starshine meeting. And third, it would provide a memorable experience
for anyone lucky enough to meet with me backstage after the show had ended
during the Star Party.
Dad continued to go over my schedule as we drove, but I honestly was only
paying half attention to him. Denver was the first city where I had
performed on the tour that I wouldn't get to spend some time in. We were
going straight to the venue, and then we would be heading straight back to
the airport Sunday morning. The only thing I'd get to experience about the
city was the drive between the airport and Red Rocks Amphitheatre, so I was
trying to soak in what little I could.
Eventually we started making our way up into the red rocks that surrounded
the amphitheatre. Just being in proximity to the venue was starting to get
my heart pumping, and I felt an adrenaline rush. I knew I wouldn't be
performing tonight, but that didn't mean that I couldn't be excited.
The bus continued up the small road until we reached an area where I saw
the other busses and the tractor-trailers that made up my tour convoy.
There was also a small group of people gathered around. Some of them were
holding up signs as Eddie, my driver, pulled the bus into a prominent
parking space, which indicated that they were fans waiting for me to
arrive. To come out the day before the concert showed how dedicated they
were to meeting me, and I was thrilled!
"Wait five minutes," Amy told me as the bus came to a stop.
"Why?" I asked. I had no idea how long these people had been waiting for
me. I was just surprised to see anyone here. I didn't even know how they
knew I was going to be arriving today, let alone when.
"It will help reinforce how lucky they are to meet you," she explained. I
frowned. That sounded like a stupid reason to wait. When she saw my
expression she continued. "Besides, Mason and Cole want to make sure it's
safe."
That reason I could understand, and I nodded while I watched Mason and Cole
step off the bus. Dad was right behind them, with Austin on his heels. The
bus had parked with the door on the side opposite of the group, and I could
hear the cheer that escaped the crowd when the three men stepped around the
back. It died quickly though when the crowd realized that I wasn't with
them. Dad walked toward the crowd while the others watched. My dad said
something to the crowd that caused them to cheer again. He had probably
informed them that I would be coming out.
"Why are they here today?" I asked, still struggling to figure that out.
It was my mom that answered. "They want to meet you, Megan," she said.
"Haven't you ever wanted to meet someone famous whom you adored?"
"Yeah," I replied. "But why would they come all the way out here today?"
"They probably think this was the best chance they would get to meet you,"
Amy answered. "You have to admit that it is hard to get your attention on
concert days. But if they are the only ones here, then you might be more
willing to meet them."
"I'm always willing to meet fans," I told them truthfully. Both of them
nodded.
"But you don't always have the time to," Amy replied. "Your schedule today
isn't nearly as busy as it will be tomorrow."
I nodded in agreement. That was logical but I still couldn't believe that
they would spend that much time waiting for a chance to meet me.
I sat impatiently, waiting for the chance to go out and meet them.
Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and stood up. I saw Amy frown and
knew that she thought I should wait. I looked into the mirror quickly to
make sure I still looked okay, then turned and headed for the front of the
bus and exited it.
I heard some of the crowd screaming my name as I walked along the side of
the bus. I doubted that they could see me coming, so it was nice to see
their enthusiasm to encourage me to get out of my bus. When I turned the
corner, the screaming rose to another level. A shrill sound by some of the
girls pierced the air. Mason and Cole looked back, surprised. I knew that
they were unhappy that I had come out unannounced, but I didn't care. Then
they really freaked out when some of the crowd surged forward.
It didn't take long before I was mobbed by the small group. There were only
about 20 people there, but they were very enthusiastic and well-behaved. It
was no different than any other time that I interacted with my fans. Some
of them were happy to just touch me. Others relished in the short
conversations we had. Everyone wanted a picture to commemorate the
occasion.
I spent about 20 minutes with the group before a blue van pulled up nearby.
It was another two minutes before my dad was able to get me inside. I loved
spending time with fans, and I could have stayed there for much longer. I
continued to wave as we pulled away and drove up the road toward the venue.
We rode in the van because the road up to the backstage area was too steep
for the bus to drive.
Once we reached the actual amphitheatre I was given a short tour of the
Visitor's Center. There was a lot of history at this place, and I was
honored to have the chance to perform here. As I walked through the
Performers Hall of Fame, I was amazed at how many celebrities in whose
footsteps I was following.
After the Visitor's Center we headed back down toward the stage, where the
crew was setting up for the show. It seemed so peaceful and quiet, but I
knew it would be totally different tomorrow night.
We continued down into the backstage area. I barely had enough time to get
something to eat before the Starshine meeting. When I walked into the
cafeteria that was located under the stage, there were already a number of
crew members, staff, and dancers eating. The room was nearly full, and
every one of them was employed to make my concert a night to remember for
my fans. I felt overwhelmed as everyone cheered at my entrance, and as I
made my way over to get my own food. I greeted nearly everyone I could by
name. They all were wearing security badges that had their names and
pictures on them, but I had made the effort to learn who every single one
of them was. There were a few faces that were unfamiliar to me. Some would
be temporary help for this concert, while others were new. I decided to
make the effort to get to know each of them before the end of the weekend.
After getting my food I followed Amy to a table where a few of my favorite
individuals were already starting to eat. It had been a week since I'd seen
them, but I returned their large smiles as I sat down.
"Hi guys!" I greeted them happily. "How was the trip?"
"Long," Jason Olson, the lead guitarist of the band ?Pop Fly? replied. The
other members of my band were nodding their heads in agreement. While I had
left New York City to make my way back to Los Angeles for the week, the
band and crew members had slowly made their way cross-country to be here
tonight.
"At least we made it," Stacy Miller, drummer, added. "I just wish we didn't
have to do it again."
I grimaced. While I got to fly back and forth because of school, everyone
else was making two more trips cross-country before we finished the tour in
the western United States.
"I'm sorry, guys," I told them. The concert tour had been put together
quickly. I knew that my schedule had been determined by what dates were
available, and not by determining the easiest way to move the equipment
around the country.
"It's not that bad," Sophie Lund, one of my two harmony/backup singers,
supplied. "I think it's kind of fun traveling around the country like
this."
"Yeah," Holly, Sophie's counterpart, added.
"They're right," Connor Christiansen agreed. "I just miss my family and my
gym."
Everybody laughed at his words. All three members of 'Pop Fly' were quite
muscular.
"Sarah!" we were interrupted by my dad. "Eat quickly. It's almost time for
Starshine."
"Okay," I replied and turned my attention to eating. Even if I wasn't as
involved in the conversation that followed, I was still glad to once more
be back in the company of my band.
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The Observatory had been set up on the top floor of the North Tower. I was
excited to see what it looked like. I heard the noise coming from the
Observatory as I walked up the stairs toward it, and I smiled as I climbed.
Stephanie, Amy, Sophie, and Holly were with me. I'd asked my mom if she
wanted to come too, but she had declined saying that having someone as old
as her there might dampen the festivities. Mom was only 36, which wasn't
very old, but I secretly agreed with her a bit.
As I reached the top of the stairs and headed toward the door, I could hear
that the girls were already having fun. I couldn't see inside the room, but
the laughter and the excitement coming from inside was enough to let me
know that this was going to be a good night.
When I stepped into the door, a wailing, screaming cacophony greeted me as
the girls caught sight of me. They stopped whatever they were doing and
rushed toward me. I could see tears in the eyes of some of them, and I did
my best to prepare for what was to come.
I was still amazed by how excited some fans were to see me! When we
actually met, it was almost like they went crazy with excitement. I had
never met any of my biggest idols, so I'd never been in the position most
of these girls were in now, but I still didn't understand how excited they
became. But I wasn't complaining; it was a great feeling to get to spend
time with fans like these. For whatever reason, they looked up to me, and I
wanted to make sure that I lived up to their expectations and set an
example for them.
It took about 10 minutes for them to settle down enough so that I could
actually say something. I hadn't made it more than 5 feet into the room.
"Hi everyone," I greeted them. They were all still staring at me. The
giddiness on their faces hadn't subsided at all, but at least most of them
weren't jumping up and down anymore. "Welcome to Starshine!"
A small cheer rang throughout the assembled girls. Before I could say
anything else, Amy took charge.
"Can I have everyone take a seat," she ordered. That led to a mad scramble
to the soft chairs that had been arranged in a circle in the middle of the
room. As I studied the arrangement, it was obvious where I was supposed to
sit, leaving the chairs nearest to mine highly contested. It wasn?t cat
fighting, but for a moment I did worry someone was going to be injured.
As the girls settled in, I spent a few seconds looking around the room. The
room was softly lit, but I could still see everyone clearly. The walls had
been covered with a number of panels or something that had turned the area
from a dressing room into what felt like we were in the middle of a field
at night time. The ceiling had been turned into the night sky. Stars
glittered and blinked all around us. There were a few televisions around
the room playing scenes from my concerts. There were also a number of other
attractions like a pool table that had been keeping the girls entertained
before I had arrived. I was truly impressed by how awesome the whole room
was. I felt like we were sitting outside at night, even though I could
still see the evening light coming in through the still opened door to the
outside.
After the girls had started to settle into their seats, I made my way
toward mine. The informal gathering had us sitting closely in a circle. The
two girls that I sat between squealed once more, and I could see some
disappointment in the others.
"Everyone will get a chance to meet with Sarah this evening," Amy
explained. "Please be courteous of everyone else. I know you are all
excited, but I promise you will get a chance to talk with her."
She paused for a moment to let that sink in before she continued speaking.
"My name is Amy Martin. I am one of Sarah's personal assistants." She then
pointed to the chairs on her left. "This is Stephanie Allen, Sarah's
personal makeup artist. To her left are Sophie Lund and Holly Anderson,
Sarah's harmony singers." Each of them waved and said hello before Amy
pointed at me. I'd had to learn everything that I needed to know about this
party over the last couple of days, so I was ready.
"The ten of you were specially selected to be here tonight," I told them.
"And I'm very honored to meet all of you. Every single one of you has the
power to be a star, and when you leave here tonight I hope that all of you
shine as much as I try to."
I looked around the circle again. Everyone had huge smiles on their faces.
"Now, to start I'd like to get to know all of you. I'll start, and then
we'll go around the circle, okay?"
When they nodded their understanding, I continued. "My name is Sarah. I'm
from Los Angeles. I've been a Sarah Carerra fan my entire life!" The girls
started giggling at my comment. "Seriously though, I'm just a girl like the
rest of you. I have the same problems that many of you are probably facing.
Boys, body image, and bullies - I've had to deal with them all. I still
deal with them. Those things are not going to go away in our lives. We need
to learn how to overcome them. We need to learn how to let our inner light
shine."
I felt bad trying to pawn my makeup off on these girls. I knew I had agreed
to promote the makeup brand, and I really liked what it did for me, but
trying to sell it to these girls seemed slightly wrong to me. And it didn't
take much to sell them on the makeup. Anything I endorsed was probably what
they wanted to use. However, I wanted them to use what worked best for
them, not what worked best for me.
The next hour was spent giving each of the girls a makeover. Stephanie and
I would separately move around the room to each girl, give her some advice,
and move on to the next, with Sophie and Holly supporting us. We must have
met with each girl at least ten times. There were plenty of product samples
provided by Starlight Cosmetics for the girls to use. At the end of the
night they would be able to take home over $100 worth of makeup that they
had learned to use during the meeting.
I felt silly trying to give girls, who had undoubtedly been wearing makeup
longer than I had, advice on how to do theirs. I left that job to
Stephanie. Instead, I spent the time talking to them about what made them
beautiful, and I wasn't talking about makeup. The age of the girls ranged
from 12 to 17, and each of them was so unique and wonderful. I listened to
each of their stories and got to know them. We took a ton of pictures that
I was going to put into a new scrapbook that Mom had suggested I make. Mom
and I had already decorated the cover of what we were calling 'Inner Light'
and I knew that Amy had also run the idea of including a section on my
website that contained the same pictures by Max, who was in charge of my
marketing.
In spite of the marketing spiel that the night was all about, I knew that
all of the girls were having a good time. When we had finished with makeup
we moved on to some real fun. We spent the second hour working on a song
together. We only ended up with one verse, but once we had the song written
we recorded it together. I knew that the video of our performance would be
included on the page on my website, and I knew that it would help each of
these girls relive the night. It wasn't a song that Scott would ever let me
put on an album or release it as a single, but involving the girls in the
music process brought even bigger smiles on their faces than the free
makeup had.
When I had to leave them, I almost felt as distraught as they did. I'd
gotten to know each of them over the course of the evening, and I was happy
that I was able to share a small glimpse of their lives. I knew that I
wouldn't be able to remember them as well as I wanted to because I would be
doing this at least five more times. That was a lot of girls for me to
remember, but I wanted to remember each and every one of them.
They were what made everything I went through worth it.
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Chapter 5 - Red Rocks Amphitheatre
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