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Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A-
By Megan Campbell
(Released: March 12, 2012)
Chapter 7 - The Great Allentown Fair
A small jolt jarred me awake on Saturday morning. I rolled over and
looked at my alarm clock; it was only 7:36. For a moment I wondered what
was going on until I realized that the bus was moving. I sighed, and
resigned myself to getting ready for the day. I would have liked to
sleep longer since I never make it to bed early on concert nights, but
there was no way that I would be able to fall back asleep now.
I threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. I then undressed and
stepped into the shower. Showering in a moving bus had been a
challenging experience the first time I had tried it, but it wasn't much
of a problem anymore. Having a large water heater and plenty of water on
my expensive tour bus also helped to make the experience better.
As the water poured over my body I reflected on what today would hold
for me. We had flown into Allentown last night and made our way straight
to the bus. I learned a lesson last night when the bus pulled into an RV
park instead of a hotel parking lot later that evening. Dad and Amy had
finally decided that it was a waste of money to rent hotel rooms when I
had my bus with me. It had nearly as many amenities and it was very
comfortable to sleep and live in, but it wasn't the same as a hotel
room. I couldn't complain too much, though, because I was the only one
in the caravan of busses and tractor-trailers who had my own room with a
queen-size bed. Nearly everyone else slept and lived out of a bunk, and
they didn't complain.
There was a show the night before mine at the Fair, so we had to find
another place to spend the night. The band and crew had been staying in
the RV park for two days now, but they still seemed to be in good
spirits when I arrived. My bus and the images of me that adorned the
trailers were enough to have people waiting for me. I was able to spend
a half hour with fans before Dad, Mason, and Cole had shooed them away.
Every time I looked out the window of my bus, there were always people
hanging around hoping I'd come out again. Unfortunately, I didn't make
it out a second time. Instead I was stuck doing homework for most of the
evening. Between everything that went into putting on the concert and
the fact that I would be sleeping much of Sunday meant that I wouldn't
have any other time to finish my homework. I was able to spend some time
with the band and dancers for a while, but it was much less than I would
have liked.
I had awakened briefly during the middle of the night when most of the
stage crew and the tractor-trailers had left when they had received
permission to move into the backstage area. I knew that they were
probably still working hard to get the stage set up for the concert
tonight. Then they'd have to work just as tirelessly to get everything
back out because there was another show at the Fair tomorrow. I didn't
envy their jobs, but I was sincerely thankful for all that they did for
me.
I shut off the water and reached for my towel before drying off quickly
and stepping out. I already had an outfit laid out waiting for me, which
Julia had picked out and Amy had placed on the dresser the night before.
As I started to get dressed there was a knock on the door to my room.
"Yes?" I called out. The door cracked open, and I saw my mom standing
there.
"Are you dressed?" she asked. I was decent enough so I nodded and she
opened the door further. Amy was with her. She was staying in one of the
bunks on my bus.
"We're on our way to the Fairgrounds," Amy said, unnecessarily. "We
should be there in a few minutes. We still have a couple of hours before
the sound check, though."
I nodded. That didn't mean that I didn't have obligations, however. The
Starshine meeting was taking place this morning just before the sound
check. Then I had most of the day free before the evening's concert. I
still hated all the waiting that was involved in being famous. I knew
that Amy would try to fill it with media requests or some other such
things that she always wanted me to participate in, but I just wanted to
have some fun today.
"I'll be up front when you're ready," Amy said. I nodded and she closed
the door as she stepped out of the room, leaving Mom and me alone. Mom
still needed to shower and get ready for the day, but Amy had showered
last night. When I finished getting dressed and joined her and my dad, I
had a smile on my face. I loved concert days.
Even though we weren't at home, Mom had decided to make me a good
breakfast. Starting a concert day with one of Mom's breakfasts wasn't
something I normally received, but it was a great start to the day. I
filled a plate and took a seat in the small dining booth where I could
look out the window as we continued to drive. Dad was already on his
phone and computer, finishing whatever work he was required to do for
the day. Amy was waiting in one of the chairs, but she stood up as I sat
down to join me on the opposite side of the booth. Austin was probably
still asleep in his bunk.
While I ate, I split my time between listening to the details that Amy
insisted she go over with me, and watching as the bus made its way into
the infield area at the Fairgrounds and then into a fenced off area
behind the stage. The band's and dancers' bus was already there waiting
for us and would act as our dressing rooms for the day. The smaller bus
used by 'Poptacular' was also in view, but my bus pulled into a prime
spot right next to the stage. There was also a large tent set up nearby.
I knew that it was the portable version of the Observatory, but it
looked much bigger than the room we had used at Red Rocks Amphitheatre.
I was excited to see what they had done with it.
The Fairgrounds had not yet opened for the day, so nobody was waiting
for me to arrive. Instead I got to actually watch some TV for the next
hour as I waited for the Starshine meeting to start. From where I was
seated I could see the girls begin to arrive and be escorted to the
tent. I knew it was only a matter of time before the day really started
to get interesting.
Eventually the time came and Amy, Stephanie and I made our way over to
the Observatory. The extra space in the tent meant that the room had
been set up differently than it had at Red Rocks, but all of the same
pieces were still there. The couches, the pool, ping pong and foosball
tables were all there. More TV's filled the walls displaying images and
videos of me. Yet the entire thing was still recognizable and I
immediately felt comfortable with the surroundings.
The girls who had been invited to the Starshine party were just as happy
as any other fans to see me. We had a lot of fun together as I peddled
the makeup I endorsed and then let them help me write another song, just
like we had done in Denver. Then they were all allowed to join us for
the sound check. By the time I had said goodbye to them I once again
hoped that I could call each of them a friend and I had a lot more
pictures to add to my Starshine scrapbook.
By the time I returned to my bus the Fairgrounds had been opened for the
day and Dad and Austin had already gone off to enjoy what was being
offered. But Mom was waiting for me, and she gave me one of the best
presents someone could give me that day.
"Go take off the wig," she said. "I've been looking at the schedule of
events for the Fair today, and I was hoping you wanted to go with me."
I hope the smile that I gave my mom was enough of an answer! If it
wasn't, the speed at which I sped down to my room to change probably
was. I had wanted to do something fun today, and now I was going to get
that chance. Spending time with my mom always led to a good time.
When I reached my room I quickly took off the wig, changed into a pair
of jeans and a nondescript tee, and swapped out Sarah's security badge
for Megan's. The badge was supposed to give me access to the Fair. I
adjusted my makeup to be less "flashy", and then I returned to the front
of the bus where I saw Mom waiting with Cole. He looked surprised to see
me without the wig, so I knew Mom hadn't told him what we were doing.
"Break time," I told Cole. "I'm going to spend some time exploring the
Fair with my mom. Sarah won't need any security for most of the
afternoon."
"That's great to hear!" he said, with a large smile spread across his
face. Both Cole and Mason worked way too long on concert days to help
keep me safe. I was grateful for what they did for me, so it was nice to
give them some time off too. "I'm going to find Mason and tell him," he
said while standing up from where he had been seated on the couch. "Give
us a call when you are on your way back."
"Okay," I nodded and he was out the door of the bus almost immediately.
I turned toward my mom.
"He looked happy," she said, causing me to chuckle. She stood up and
motioned toward the door. I took a step past her to lead the way off the
bus. Once we were outside we made our way toward the gate that would
lead us toward the Midway where we could continue through to the other
areas of the Fair.
Mom took the lead as soon as we passed through the security checkpoint
around the grandstand, and I knew that she had something in mind for us
to see. But she wouldn't say where we were going. We turned right and
started walking toward the large Agri~Plex and the area where the
animals were kept.
"Where are we going?" I asked her.
"I have some ideas," was her cryptic response. The grin she flashed at
me let me know that I wasn't going to get anything else out of her.
I sighed, but I didn't really care where we went. I reached my arm
through hers and rested my head on her shoulder for a moment as we
walked. It was enough to tell her how much I loved her.
Mom continued to lead me through a myriad of crowds, stalls, and smells
before we appeared to be reaching our destination. She led me into a
tent that smelled like animals. My nose crinkled, but my eyes lit up
when I saw what was inside.
"Mom!" I said excitedly and moved to get as close as I could. There was
a pen that had a small pool inside, and a number of little ducklings
were paddling around in the water. There were other ducklings waddling
and moving around the area. Some were eating. Some walked up the ramp
out of the water, and then jumped back in and paddled around again.
Others were just exploring their new world. But each of them was so
cute! My heart melted as I watched them!
I didn't know how long I stared into the pen before my mom started
tugging on my arm until I was in front of a bubble that was lit by a
light bulb. At first I didn't know what I was looking at until I saw the
eggs scattered around inside. There were some that had little beaks
sticking out, others that had a gooey, icky looking thing next to a
cracked-open egg, and a few small chicks running around the rest of the
area. I stared at them just as long as I had the ducklings before I
heard my mom chuckle and drag me onward. I asked a volunteer how old the
chicks were that were running around.
"They were probably born yesterday," she replied. I was amazed! Like the
ducklings, these chicks were yellow. But they were only one day old, and
they were already running around!
We spent a lot of time in that tent. I got to pet rabbits, goats,
piglets, and even a cute little lamb! I had never done anything like
this before and I felt like a little girl again. I felt like I did on
those days that were in my special photo album at home. The album that
held pictures of the best days of my life inside. The album of the
pictures of Mom and me together alone.
As we exited the tent I turned to Mom and wrapped her in a hug. I was
always so caught up in preparations during concert days that I always
missed the small things in my life. I missed having my mom with me. I
couldn't hug her and spend time with her while wearing the wig like I
could now. Sarah didn't have any family with her, and I was beginning to
realize how much that hurt.
We saw another building with a sign that read "Cavies".
"What are cavies?" I asked.
"I don't know," my mom smiled. "Let's find out."
We walked inside and found that 'cavies' meant 'rabbits', and there were
hundreds of them! There were different varieties, sizes, and colors. I
was surprised to see that some rabbits had ears that didn't stand up
straight; they flopped down like the dog that lived down the street from
us. There were white, black, brown, and spotted rabbits. I fell in love
with them just like I had the ducklings and chicks!
Mom and I continued around the Fair. We saw cows, sheep and pigs. I even
saw a baby calf that was less than two weeks old! I almost threw up
around the pig stalls, and Mom finally relented and led us away when she
realized I wasn't going to stop dry heaving at the smell. But even so,
spending time with her was worth it.
We wandered through the Agri-Plex; there must have been thousands of
baked goods, flowers, crafts, and other items on display! Some of the
items had even won some type of award according to the ribbons that
accompanied them. We spent almost as long in there as we had at the
Petting Zoo. When we finally exited we even had time to see the racing
pigs before we had to start our return to the backstage area. That was a
sight to see!
We detoured through the other end of the Fairgrounds on our way back to
the bus, and found a tent where the musicians were playing polkas, and
an older crowd was dancing to them. The music was quite different from
my music, but it was lively and the crowd obviously liked dancing to the
songs. The dancers reminded me of the birthday party we'd had for Gran a
couple of years ago.
I wanted to spend more time with Mom, but I had to let her go as we
boarded the bus and I headed back into my room to once again put Sarah
on. I wanted to be Megan for a while longer and spend some more time
with my mom, but that was no longer an option.
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The red light that had been bathing me as I exacted my revenge once more
was abruptly turned off on schedule, throwing the stage into darkness.
The crowd started cheering, but I didn't get to enjoy it the way I
usually did after a song because I had to rush off stage for another
costume change.
When I reached the changing booth I was ushered inside and the women
started working on me immediately. One of them pulled the red dress I
had only worn for one song over my head. Once the dress was off I heard
the crowd settle down in the darkness of the stage. The music started up
immediately in the blackness. Connor was playing a low, soft melody for
the waiting crowd.
Without dropping my arms a new dress was pulled on. This dress was one
of my favorite dresses. It was a bit short, but it looked like a million
dollars. It didn't have the shiny "glam" that most of the other dresses
had, instead relying on a high-fashion, haute couture look. It wasn't
the type of dress that Sarah usually wore, but it still totally fit her
personality.
As Connor finished playing his intro a soft, yellowish-white spotlight
illuminated Stacy as he joined Connor with a steady beat of his drums.
They continued to play together; Stacy remained illuminated while Connor
was in the dark for a few more seconds. Then a soft, bluish-white
spotlight began to shine down on Connor as he and Stacy moved into the
next section of the song that increased the pace a bit. Stephanie was
now finishing up my makeup, and I hurried to get onto the stage and into
place.
As I reached my designated spot on stage, I turned to see a soft,
greenish-white spotlight illuminate Jason as he joined the other two
band members, bringing with him the beautiful melody that made this one
of my favorite songs. This song had been written for me by the band and
by Sophie and Holly. It was nice to give them a bit of recognition in
the spotlight, even if it was only a distraction to give me time to
change and make it back to the stage without interrupting the concert.
It was nearly 15 seconds later when the soft, pinkish-white shone down
upon me as I started to sing. It had been nearly a whole minute since
the first notes had sprung forth from Connor's guitar.
The crowd cheered as they got a look at me and realized that I had
changed once again. They always did. But I continued to sing the soft,
sweet song that the girls had written. Once I had finished singing the
first verse the rest of the stage was illuminated with a soft glow. The
dancers could be seen now, flowing around the stage in graceful
movements.
This song, 'Dreams', talked about living your dreams and had
specifically been inspired by how Sophie and Holly felt when they were
up on stage with me. A soft, purple-white light illuminated the girls as
I did the best job I could in singing their song. It was a departure
from the type of music that I wrote myself, but it was so peaceful and
beautiful.
It was a large contrast from the gritty song that I had just sung for
the crowd to the soft, serene piece that followed it. The song helped to
bring the emotions that 'Revenge' had poured into the air down to earth
again.
This time, when the song came to an end, I remained on the stage and
basked in the rush as the crowd roared its approval once again.
As the crowd's noise started to die down I turned my attention to the
man who was patiently waiting for me. I smiled at Tim as I took the
proffered item from him. I had gotten to know Tim pretty well, even
though he was the same age as my dad. Since he was entrusted with one of
my most prized possessions, I had wanted to make sure that I could trust
him.
I lifted the strap up and placed it over my head before turning back to
give the crowd their first glimpse of Sparkle for the evening. Sparkle
was the nickname that had been given to the guitar that my dad had
commissioned for me after my cousin had accidentally smashed the first
one that Sarah had owned. Sparkle had been designed to match my tour
bus, of all things. The top wood was a gamut of white and creamy beige
with a hint of a soft yellow interspersed throughout. That was set
apart, however, by the rosette, the binding around the edge, and by my
logo below the bridge that glittered in pinks and whites, giving the
guitar its nickname.
"How many of you have taken the time to enjoy the Fair?" I asked the
crowd. Naturally there was a cheer indicating that the majority of them
had. I smiled at their reaction. "I got a chance to tour the Fair today
with someone very special to me. I really enjoyed spending time at the
Petting Zoo. I've never been to a petting zoo before, and it made me
feel like a little girl again. It reminded me of all the days I had
while growing up where I got to spend time with my mom. Those were some
of the best days of my life. It's because of those days that I can call
my mom, 'My Hero'."
I strummed my guitar, falling easily into the nice, peaceful chord that
continued throughout the entire song. Much like the soft, serene way in
which the band had played 'Dreams' moments before, I did the same with
Sparkle. Even so, the songs sounded quite different since one had been
written by the band, and 'My Hero' was one of the most important songs
that I had ever written in my life.
As I sang through the first verse that described the first day that I
remembered spending time alone with my mom I could feel the emotions
that created this song wash over me once again. I had found a photo
album at home with my name on it. Inside were pictures of the best days
I'd ever had in my life. Each one was spent with Mom and was a 'girls
day' out together. They were the only true pictures I had of me as a
little girl.
I continued to sing through the other verses. Each one depicted another
of the wonderful days that I'd had with my mom and thanked her for all
that she had done for me. I sang about how much that album meant to me.
I sang about how it epitomized my love for her.
As I reached the last verse where I got to thank her again and tell her
how much those days meant to me, I turned and looked off stage. Mom was
standing in the small, cordoned off area where the sound and video techs
had set up the equipment they needed to run the concert. It was from
there that Mom, Amy and a few others were in charge of finding people to
invite to the Star Party.
But unlike Amy and the others who were still scanning the crowd, Mom had
stopped and was watching carefully. She always stopped to listen when I
sang this song. I always turned my attention to her as I sang this
verse. Many of my songs had emotional ties that made them great. But no
other song was imbued with emotions like this song was.
I finished professing my love to her through the song and after I had
strummed my guitar for the last time I formed a heart with my hands,
placed it against my chest, and then pointed directly at her. From this
distance I couldn't make out her expression, but I could see her repeat
my motions, pointing back at me.
The crowd started cheering again, and mixed in with the rush that sound
always brought to my heart was an extra serving of love from my mom.
Tears beaded at my eyes, just like they did at every concert, but I did
my best to hold them back. I succeeded for the most part, but after the
events of earlier today it was much harder this time then it normally
was.
I had to wipe a tear away.
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