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Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A-
By Megan Campbell
(Released: April 23, 2012)
Chapter 11 - Big Treble in Little Chorus
I groaned loudly at the knock on the door to my bedroom. I knew who was
there, and I knew what she wanted. But I wanted to sleep longer. A moment
later the door opened. I knew I should have locked the door last night.
"Megan, you promised me," she said, playing to the weaker side of my
heart. I groaned again, but slowly threw back the covers. Even though the
concert had started early last night I still didn't get to bed until 3:00
AM. I needed more sleep.
"I hate you," I told her while I half-blindly started to pull off my
pajamas.
"No you don't," my mom replied. The silly grin she was giving me didn't
help my mood as I opened the door to the shower and stepped inside. The
warm water, however, did brighten my mood.
When I walked into the kitchen of my aunt and uncle's house, I was much
more awake. I knew I'd probably be napping on the flight home, but for now
I had to go to church.
It was odd to be wearing the wig with the yellow dress mom had insisted I
pack for church. Sarah's clothes usually had much more glam, for one
thing. But the fact that Sarah Carerra had never stepped foot into a
church really made me feel odd. I wasn't sure how the congregation was
going to react to my presence, and all I really wanted to do was go to the
services and get out of there so I could go back to sleep.
The ride to church was uncomfortable, since we had crammed into Uncle
Kevin's minivan. Thankfully Amy opted to stay behind, since she wasn't a
member of our religion, and I convinced Cole and Mason, also non-members,
to stay with her. They were wary about leaving me unprotected in such a
crowded place, but I knew church would be a place where I would be safe.
Many people stared at me as we walked across the parking lot and into the
building. I received many more stares when I followed my family to an
empty pew in the chapel. It was obvious that the majority of the people
there hadn't expected someone like me to enter this morning. But
thankfully, they left me alone. I signed autographs for some of the
younger people when we stepped back outside after the services were over,
but it didn't last long because we had a flight to catch. Less than two
hours later I leaned back in my seat as the plane lifted off the ground
and I closed my eyes.
---
I was somewhat more rested when I woke up for school Monday morning,
though I was much more depressed. After getting home from the airport I
was met with news that caused my heart to ache.
After eight weeks on top, 'You Can't Hurt Me' had dropped to number two in
yesterday's Top 40. I knew the day had to come eventually, and I was more
than grateful for the lengthy time that the song had spent at number one.
But that didn't make its fall any easier. I hoped that it would reclaim
the top spot next Sunday, but I wasn't holding my breath. I had a feeling
that people were ready to move on. Luckily, 'Ever After' would soon make
its debut on the radio soon.
My friends tried to comfort me as we drove to school, but it didn't really
work. I smiled and laughed with them as I told them all about the antics
of the weekend, but deep down inside I was hurting. I also had a nagging
suspicion that hurt was going to be a precursor to my day. Jared Lumbart
was supposed to return from school today after his two week suspension. I
didn't know if he was going to be even more upset with me now, or if he
had finally come to his senses. I hoped I wouldn't meet him in the halls
to find out.
Most of the morning was uneventful. The pop quiz in first period and the
note-taking in second helped keep my mind off the fall of my all-time
greatest hit from the top of the charts. Everyone around went about their
business unaware that such a momentous feat in my life had ended.
My classmates left me alone in my fugue. Time went by, but I didn't
remember much. I wasn't fully aware of anything until I stepped into the
locker room for P.E. and heard someone yell my name.
"That's Megan!" someone yelled in an accusing tone as I walked down the
short hall toward the lockers. Of what, I was unsure. I stopped in mid-
step and looked into Coach Anderson's office.
Amber Hartfield was standing there with a woman who almost looked like an
older version of her. I assumed that it was her mother. Amber's mom tilted
her head sideways, giving me a curious look. The hatred that was streaming
from her daughter did not appear to be reflected in her own gaze.
"This is the boy in your P.E. class?" Amber's mom asked her daughter
incredulously.
"Yes!" Amber actually screamed in reply. It had been two weeks since the
incident I'd had with her in the locker room, and she hadn't done anything
else. I thought that we had come to an understanding, or at least an
uneasy truce. Apparently, I was wrong. Not only was she still livid about
me being in this class, she had gone so far as to get her mother involved!
"I can assure you, Mrs. Hartfield, that Megan Campbell has always been
female," Coach Anderson said. I felt as though I had just walked in on a
discussion I did not want to be involved in.
I was about to say something when I caught the look Coach Anderson was
giving me. It was part apology and part pleading that I not get involved.
I nodded imperceptibly back at her and turned to continue down the
hallway. I was saddened that Amber still seemed to have a vendetta against
me. Most of the other girls in the class had come around after Amber had
stripped me of my towel. The last two weeks together had been enough for
them to get to know me, and most of the girls realized that I wasn't any
different than them.
I didn't hear anything else while getting ready, and when Amber finally
joined us in the gymnasium where we were doing our opening stretches, she
looked furious. Whatever happened, it probably wasn't what Amber was
hoping for. She didn't try anything else during class or back in the
locker room, and I was grateful to get out of there safely once again. I
was going to have to keep my eye on Amber though, because I just knew she
wasn't through tormenting me.
I was able to concentrate a bit better during the rest of the school day.
I would have preferred to be up on stage, but I knew we don't always get
what we want. Instead I had to get my homework assignments for tomorrow,
because I was going to be flying to Salt Lake City in the morning for the
only weekday concert left on my tour schedule. I knew that if I came back
on Wednesday without having my homework done Dad was going to kill me.
It was with a relief, for once, that I walked into Chorus for my last
period of the day. While I wasn't too keen on singing in front of my
classmates, it was certainly a nice break from the normal school work that
our teachers gave us. I always enjoyed singing, even if it was with a
group of other people.
But the bad luck that had been following me since I arrived back in Los
Angeles reared its ugly head once again in Chorus.
Mr. Benson had an excited gleam in his eyes when I sat down, and when he
was excited, it usually meant doing something I didn't want to do. Last
time I'd had to get up and sing my solo for the class.
"Welcome, welcome," Mr. Benson greeted us once the bell had rung. "It's
going to be an exciting day!"
I looked over at Ethan, who was sitting beside me, with raised eyebrows.
He almost broke out in laughter.
"Today we'll determine who the top two singers in the class are," our
teacher continued. My shoulders sagged at the realization that I would
likely be singing again. "Now that everyone has had a chance to sing their
solo, I have narrowed it down to four individuals. When we perform with
Sarah, these individuals will likely get some special performance time,
and will also lead in many of our performances throughout the year."
I lifted my head quickly and gazed at him in shock, much like the rest of
the class. While the other class members seemed to be buzzing with
excitement now, I was trying to figure out how Mr. Benson could promise
something like that! I didn't even know the details of what the Christmas
performance would entail yet! There was no way he should be promising
anybody in the class anything when it came to the performance!
"Will the following individuals please stand," he continued while looking
at a piece of paper. I had a feeling he had the names memorized though.
"Mark Corbin, Jane Morrison, Ethan Knight, and Megan Campbell."
I stood up to join the two individuals on either side of me. I was happy
to hear that two of my best friends in the class were also two of the
students that Mr. Benson felt had the most potential, though perhaps a bit
surprised. However, the inclusion of Mark Corbin in the group of names
left a sour taste in my mouth. He was a good singer, but he had big
issues. I could guarantee that if he managed to "win" this little contest,
he would not be getting any stage time with Sarah Carerra. My friends
however...only time would tell.
"These are your top two boys and top two girls," Mr. Benson said while
handing each of us some sheet music. I looked down and recognized it as a
duet that was currently fairly popular on the radio. "They will be singing
together so that you can hear both of them at once. After each song we
will vote as a class on which of them will be lead boy and lead girl this
year. The two other students will be secondary leads at our performances."
There was some groaning and complaining from the other students in the
class as they realized that they had not been chosen to be featured
singers in any of the songs we would be singing together. I could
understand why. The rush that I got when I was the center of attention on
a stage was addictive, and I wouldn't blame anyone for wanting to feel it
over and over again. I knew, however, that I wouldn't be leading any of
our performances. That was one way that would make it easy for people to
guess my secret, and that was totally unacceptable!
Jane and I spent the next ten minutes learning the song while the boys
worked on their own song, and the rest of the class did another exercise
with Mr. Benson. Jane seemed to be in awe that she had been chosen with
me. She still seemed to think that I was the best singer that she had ever
heard, even though I didn't have a record contract (that she knew about).
I, on the other hand, was pleased to see that she was gaining some
confidence in her voice. I didn't know if she would be able to get a
record contract, but I sincerely hoped that she tried to get one. Better
yet, I started to wonder if I should set up a meeting between Scott and
her.
Once we both felt we were about as familiar as we were going to be with
the duet we would be singing together, we signaled for Mr. Benson. After
conferring with the boys he called the class, which had quickly fallen to
chatting between each other, back to order.
Jane and I went first. We sang through the song we had been quietly
practicing together. I was torn between trying to throw the competition
and living up to the professional standard that I had started to set for
myself. On one hand I wanted to do everything that I could to keep myself
from gaining any recognition in the class. But on the other hand I
couldn't deny my love of singing and my desire to give the best
performance that I could any time I was in front of an audience.
I had a hard time trying to reign myself in. I felt bad when I watched the
faces of the crowd and learned that even when trying to dampen my
abilities they seemed to prefer my singing to Jane's. I knew before we had
even stopped singing that I was going to get the majority of the votes
from the class. It was iffy in Mark's circle of friends, but the rest of
the class had already made up their minds. I had stood in front of enough
crowds while singing to understand what was happening. I had won them
over, and I hadn't wanted to.
"You should win," I whispered to Jane as we finished and the class started
to cheer.
"No way!" she shot back at me. I sighed, seeing the same look in her eyes
that I had seen from most of the class. Even after singing a duet with
her, Jane was going to vote for me.
Mr. Benson had us vote by raising our hands. I voted for Jane, and I was
happy to see Ethan do the same. Mark and some of his friends also voted
for her, but it was nowhere near a majority.
I had never regretted my ability to sing until that moment, when the
majority of the hands were raised to vote for me. I turned to Jane, who
had her hand enthusiastically raised. But I could see the disappointment
in her eyes too. I knew that she was one of Sarah's biggest fans, but I
also knew that she hoped to gain some recognition herself. She deserved to
lead the class in our performances, not me. I was going to have to talk to
Mr. Benson about the results. There was no way that I was spearheading any
of our performances, except for the one that would have Sarah's name
plastered all over it!
Ethan and Mark were up next. Their competition appeared to be much closer.
Sitting in the crowd, I couldn't accurately tell who had more of the vote.
Ethan obviously had my vote, but even I had to admit that Mark could sing.
When it came time to vote Mr. Benson had to actually count the hands. I
sat and watched in despair as Mark won with two votes more than Ethan.
Ethan looked very despondent when he took his seat next to me, and I
wrapped my arms around him to comfort him. He stiffened for a moment,
before letting the hug seep into his bones. He knew it didn't mean more
than a friendly, supportive hug, but it was something he needed at the
time even if he wouldn't admit it.
"Alright," Mr. Benson interrupted us. "Mark and Megan, please step up here
for a moment."
I grimaced, but stood up and walked forward until I was at the teacher's
side. Mark was standing on the other side of Mr. Benson.
"These two are your leading male and female for the year," Mr. Benson told
the class excitedly. "That doesn't mean that the rest of you won't get
your chance to shine, but I want you to watch these two and try to learn
everything you can from them. Both of them have had some training, and
they have a lot to teach."
My eyes narrowed for a moment! I had never had any real training before,
but I didn't argue with him. If he assumed that, instead of how my
experiences over the course of the last few months had shaped my ability,
then all the better.
"But," Mr. Benson continued. "This wouldn't be a proper contest if we
didn't crown an ultimate winner."
My heart started pounding as he picked up two more bundles of paper and
handed one to Mark and me! I looked down, and gasped. It was another duet,
but...
"You have 15 minutes," Mr. Benson told us. "Then we'll truly find out
which of you is the better singer." He had an amused smile on his face
that neither Mark nor I shared.
Mr. Benson directed us to the corner where the boys had been practicing
earlier, and I reluctantly followed Mark.
"You better not show me up, or else!" was the first thing that escaped
Mark's mouth once we were out of hearing range of the class, who had
already started in on some more vocal exercises.
I sighed. "Let's just get through this," I told him, not in the mood to
fight. "Once one of us wins I can talk to Mr. Benson and get him to make
Jane the lead girl. I don't want it."
Mark's eyes actually widened in surprise at my declaration. He had never
considered the fact that I didn't want this type of recognition. It was
obvious that he was reveling in the attention he was getting, but nothing
I received in this class compared to what I got when I was on stage at one
of my concerts. More importantly, any recognition I received here would
only bring the truth closer to being revealed, and that was something that
I could NOT let happen!
"Whatever," he responded, and I could tell he was unsure of how to take my
request. But he turned to the sheet music, which is what I was hoping for.
An uneasy truce existed between us as we practiced together. This was the
last song I wanted to sing with him, and I knew the feeling was mutual
from him. But there was no way we were getting out of it, so we would have
to make the best of the situation.
All too soon we were back in front of the class singing 'I've Had the Time
of My Life' for them. Mark was the last person I wanted to sing a love
song with. I knew I could get through it, but more importantly, I knew I
could outshine him as we sang. Unlike earlier in the day when I had held
back to give Jane a better chance at winning, I did the opposite while
singing with Mark. I poured everything I had into that song to ensure that
Mark wouldn't have the chance to even mount an attempt to come close to
me. And as I watched the crowd, I once again knew that I was succeeding.
Unlike Mark, who had obviously never spent much time on stage, I knew how
to work a crowd. I pulled out all of the stops that I'd learned in my
short performing career.
The cheering as we finished was the loudest I had ever heard from the
class. It even looked like a few of the girls had tears in their eyes at
our rendition of the song.
When the clapping and cheering started to die down I took a bow for the
crowd, before smiling at Mark's quick attempt to do the same. He looked a
bit clumsy out of the corner of my eye, but I knew from much practice that
my bow had been very fluid. It was the same bow I used at the end of each
concert, which I hoped nobody noticed.
"Alright," Mr. Benson called the students to order once again. "Those in
favor of Megan, raise your hand."
The smile that was still on my lips spread even wider as I watched the
majority of the hands in the classroom start to rise. There was an
awestruck quality to the faces of those that the hands were attached to,
and I inwardly chuckled at how easy it was to manipulate a crowd. I still
didn't know what exactly made so many people like my music, but I was
starting to learn how to give them the best show that I could.
I heard a choking noise from beside me, and I glanced over to see the
confounded expression that graced Mark's face. But he was staring at
someone in particular, and I looked back at the crowd to see whom. What I
saw caused my own expression to become one of surprise. Andrea Cooper, who
adored Mark and secretly harbored hope that he would one day ask her out,
had her hand raised. She was excitedly staring at me, avoiding the glance
that might just ostracize her from her group of friends. Not only had I
resoundingly beat Mark, but I had won over one of his own friends.
I smiled wider.
---
"Can I talk to you for a minute, Mr. Benson?" I asked as the rest of the
class was exiting the room. The bell had rung to indicate the end of
school, and they were quick to leave the establishment. I, on the other
hand, had business to take care of.
Mr. Benson sighed. It was obvious he knew what I was going to say.
"Yes, Megan," he said. "But I don't want to hear it. You are by far the
best singer in this chorus, and I would be remiss if I didn't use your
talents. I know that you don't want to be a lead, but I urge you to
reconsider. You can do a lot for this class. They look up to you."
I paused, unsure of how to respond to that. He had made it sound like not
taking the lead would be akin to me letting the whole class down. I didn't
think it was that dire.
"But I--" I started. I was interrupted before I could say anything else.
"Look, Megan," my teacher said, gently but more forcefully. "I'm honored
to have someone like you in my class. I've never had someone with your
experience and charisma in my class before. There is a lot that I can
learn from you. The way you can control and entice a crowd while up on
stage is amazing! I can't wait to see what we can put together for the
Christmas concert. But until then, please consider leading this class for
me. With you as a role model we can bring these other students up to a new
level of excellence together."
I choked, unable to find words to respond with! Despite all of my hopes
and wishes, Mr. Benson knew who I really was! He knew that Sarah Carerra
was in his classroom, and he wanted her to help teach his class! The look
he gave me told me how much he hoped I would be able to offer the class. I
knew that Dad wouldn't have told him the truth, and Principal Hall had
promised not to tell him, but Mr. Benson had found out anyway! And now he
was putting me on the spot!
"I know why you are trying to keep this a secret," he said. "I promise you
that it is not my intention to expose you. I will do my best to find ways
that you can help the class without bringing attention to yourself. If I
can do that will you at least think about helping me?"
I was still struck speechless, and the only thing I could do was nod.
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