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Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A-
By Megan Campbell
(Released: June 25, 2012)
Chapter 19 - The Calm before the Storm
When I awoke Saturday morning, it was with excitement. The next two days
were going to be fun, and I couldn't wait to get started.
After getting dressed and eating breakfast I drove to a familiar office
that I hadn't visited in nearly two months.
I was still excited as I took a seat in the waiting room of Mary's
office. Mary was my therapist and had been instrumental in helping me to
recover from the horrible car accident I had been in when I was 10 and
through the many changes that my life had taken this year. The concert
tour had kept me from being able to visit her at our regular time, but
now that it was over I was happy to pick up where we had left off.
Eventually Mary came out of her office with a boy about my age. She said
goodbye to him, and turned toward me. I ignored the looks the boy was
giving me as I focused my attention on Mary.
"Megan!" she said excitedly. More excitedly than I would have expected
from her. It seemed like she had actually missed talking with me as much
as I missed talking with her.
"Hi Mary," I replied happily and stepped into her outstretched arms for a
friendly hug. When she let go, she gestured toward her office before
looking over my shoulder.
"Did you need anything else, Jake?" she asked. I turned to find that the
boy who had exited her office was still staring at me.
"No," he said and I was happy to see him turn a nice shade of turnip.
"I'm just waiting for my ride."
"Okay," Mary replied and turned back to me and gestured toward her office
once more. I walked into her office and took my regular seat while she
closed the door behind us and took her own seat.
"How have you been?" she asked me excitedly, and I could see it in her
eyes. Mary was one of the few people who knew about my secret. She knew
that I was Sarah Carerra, and it was obvious that she really wanted to
hear about all the exciting things that a pop star went through.
I smiled. "I've been great," I told her truthfully. "So much has happened
since we last talked. Most of it was good. I can't complain about any of
the things that Sarah has had the opportunity to do. School has been
harder, but not so bad."
I caught a slight frown as I tried to steer the conversation away from
Sarah and onto things that would be more helpful for me. I knew that we'd
still have plenty of time to talk about Sarah at the end of our
appointment.
Mary, who was the consummate professional, caught on immediately, and I
finally had someone to talk to about all of the troubles I'd had in
school so far. I vented about the crap the girls had given me in P.E. I
got to complain about Mr. Benson's desire to try and expose my secret. I
know he wasn't doing it intentionally, but I was deeply suspicious that
he didn't have my best intentions at heart. We even talked about Jared
Lumbart, whom I hadn't had any more problems with for several weeks.
By the time we got around to talking about Sarah I felt like a burden had
been lifted off my shoulders. Talking with Mary always gave me that
feeling, and I hoped that she would be there for many years to come.
---
After leaving Mary's office I drove to a small restaurant that served
really good food. I grabbed the small bag I had brought with me off the
passenger seat, climbed out of my car, and entered to find another face
that was always able to make me smile.
"Hi Heather!" I greeted my cousin's little girl with that smile as I took
her from Tracy. The little infant lit up immediately and I could see her
own smile creep across her face. I looked up at her mother again. "Hi
Tracy."
"Hi Megan," she replied, as I heard the humor in her voice. I was pretty
sure Tracy still got a kick out of seeing how happy Heather could make
me.
We were led back to a table, and I split my time between Heather and
Tracy. The food was good. The company was better. It was exactly what I
needed before I spent the afternoon in a sound booth with Josh Holliday.
As we finished and headed for our cars I finally opened the bag that I
had pulled from my car.
"I have something for Heather," I told Tracy as we approached her
Escalade.
Tracy looked at me quizzically for a moment before I pulled a small pink
bear out of the bag. Then her eyes shot up as she recognized the Carerra
Bear. She had seen them before and knew what they were about, but it was
apparent she had never expected me to give one to Heather.
"Megan..." she said before trailing off. I smiled and handed the bear to
her. She held it close to Heather, who reached for it immediately. The
little girl wouldn't be able to hold it herself yet, but even she seemed
to sense some of what the bear symbolized.
"Thank you," Tracy finally found her words again.
"You're welcome," I told her. I didn't need to tell her anything more.
She knew how rarely I gave out these bears.
We said our goodbyes, but Tracy was still speechless by the time I
climbed into my car and pulled away.
---
I felt unsettled walking into Platinum Records an hour and a half later.
I had never set foot in a recording studio that wasn't owned by my own
record company. But the duet that I was recording with Josh was being
produced by his record company. I knew that a deal had been struck
between his record company and my own, but it still felt vaguely like I
was breaking some rule by being here.
"Sarah," an older man said as I walked into the lobby. The look he was
giving me and the tone of his voice immediately put me on guard. His
greeting was more than just simply saying 'hello'; I knew that he was
hoping to poach me away from Olympic Records. Little did he know how
unlikely that was! Scott had been the catalyst for starting my career,
and he had done nothing since then to make me even think about going
somewhere else. I had no reason to leave.
"Hello," I replied. One of the downsides to being famous was the
disadvantage it gave me when meeting people. Nearly everyone I met
already knew my name, yet I didn't know theirs. It was always an
uncomfortable few moments between the time they greeted me and when they
realized that they should introduce themselves. This was made even more
uncomfortable by the hunger that was in his eyes as he thought about how
much money I could bring to his company. Eventually I raised my eyebrows
and looked at him quizzically.
"I'm Jeremy Morrison," came his eventual realization. "I'm the President
of Platinum Records and I wanted to greet you personally."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," I told him. Even though I knew what he was
up to, I felt that it was a good idea to be nice to him. He might not be
able to hurt my career if I angered him, but he could hurt Josh's.
"We're honored to have you with us today," he continued his spiel. "If
you'll follow me I'll show you to the studios. I believe Josh is already
here."
"Okay," I agreed and followed him as he led me down many corridors. I
soon realized we were not taking a direct route. It was his way of giving
me a tour of the facilities to try to tempt me away from Olympic Records.
However, what I saw didn't impress me at all. I knew that Olympic Records
was a bigger company, so I wasn't sure why Jeremy thought he could lure
me away.
I humored him, however. We had all afternoon to record the duet, and we
had already sung 'I Need You' in front of a crowd twice. It wouldn't take
us too long to get it recorded. I wasn't exactly looking forward to
seeing Josh again after what had happened at my concert in Utah, so the
detour was a nice distraction.
But I knew it wouldn't last. Eventually we ended up outside a door that
led into the studio we would be using today.
"Here we are," Jeremy said, opening the door and stepping in. I followed
in behind him and found Josh sitting on a couch in the control room.
Thankfully, he smiled. "I found your pretty duet partner, Josh," Jeremy
said while grinning at him. He thought he was being funny, but it just
sounded like more campaigning to get me to switch to his company.
I smiled and chuckled for him anyway, before turning my attention to the
young man I wasn't sure how to respond to anymore. "Hi, Josh," I said,
leaving it in his hands.
"Hi, Sarah," he replied. "It's nice to see you again." At least his smile
seemed genuine. We had both hurt each other at our respective concerts,
but I still hoped that we could be friends. This seemed to be a good
first step.
"Well, I'll leave the two of you to your work," Jeremy said before
walking back out of the room. I couldn't tell if Jeremy had given up on
his campaign, but as long as he wasn't around I didn't have to worry
about hurting his feelings by saying 'no'.
"Sarah," Josh said after the door had closed. "I'd like to introduce you
to David Karlson. He'll be helping us produce the song today."
"It's a pleasure," David said grinning, while extending his hand.
I took it and we shook briefly. "It's nice to be here," I replied.
"Good," he stated with another toothy grin. "We've got a lot of work to
do today. If you two are ready to get started..."
He trailed off, but Josh and I both understood what he wanted. Without
another word we headed into the studio to get to work.
---
"It wasn't that bad!" I said, but the laughter in my voice didn't help.
"Maybe not," Josh replied through his own laugh. "But you were certainly
scared to death."
"Well of course I was!" I shot back. "I'd never had that many people
staring at me before!"
He broke out into laughter again before eating another mouthful of the
pizza that we had ordered. David had proven to be a bigger taskmaster
than Scott ever was, so we were still working on recording the duet. We
stopped for dinner, and Josh and I reflected on my first foray onto a red
carpet when I had accompanied him to the Tweeny Awards earlier this year.
Both of us would be on the red carpet again tomorrow, but unlike the
first time we wouldn't be together. I had nixed the idea of being
escorted by anyone and had happily invited Emily to be my 'plus one' for
the evening. She was as excited as I expected her to be, and I had even
employed the services of both Julia and Stephanie to make sure that she
looked her best. Ethan had, of course, professed his jealousy at being
left out. I knew this wouldn't be the last time that I attended an event
like this, and I'd had to promise to return the favor for him so that he
would stop complaining.
"You didn't show it," Josh commented, which brought a smile to my face.
He was right. I had been scared to death that night. But having Josh
there with me had kept me from turning and running. I don't know if I
would have been able to make it without him.
"Thank you," I told him and took a bite of my own pizza. Tomorrow would
be completely different. I wasn't scared to be in front of a crowd
anymore. I wasn't afraid of the cameras or the questions that would be
pointed my way either. I was actually looking forward to it.
We sat in silence for a moment as we ate.
"I'm sorry," he broke the silence, but he seemed unable to look at me.
"For what?" I asked warily, unsure of where he was going with this.
"For pushing you away," he said, looking up and directly into my eyes. "I
never should have let you go."
I stopped, my pizza half way to my mouth. There had been many chances for
the two of us to get together. But we had never been able to click. First
it was me, and then it was him, now it was me again. Josh was a great
guy. He was going to make some girl very lucky someday. But I couldn't
see myself being that girl anymore. It just didn't seem like it was meant
to be.
Josh watched me, as if he could see all of these thoughts flow through my
head. But instead of turning sadly away, like he had been at the concert
in Salt Lake City, he was smiling at me. That smile was full of the
friendship that we had developed and had grown as we worked together
today. We had proven that we could work together. We had proven that we
could be friends.
No response from me was needed. No response would have conveyed the way I
felt.
"Is there anyone else in your life?" I asked instead. It was apparent
that he had come to terms with what had happened, and I was curious if he
had started to move on yet. I hoped he had. He deserved to be happy.
"No," he replied. "Not yet."
I nodded. "What about Megan?" I asked him. He had shown an interest in my
real identity earlier this summer. I had half-expected a call from him
hoping to take me on a date. But nothing had materialized.
A weird expression crossed his face. It was part longing, part I don't
know what. I couldn't understand exactly what he was feeling right now.
"I don't know," he said. "She was pretty cool. But I hardly know her. And
honestly, she reminds me a bit too much of you."
I giggled, causing him to smile.
"Well it's true," he said. "I only met here for a short time, but you two
are so alike."
"Don, her dad," I told him. "He thinks we were twins separated at birth."
It was a white lie, but it did sound like something my dad would say.
"Then how come you are always with Chloe and not with Megan?" he asked. A
jolt went up my spine as I realized that I had treaded into territory I
didn't want to be in. I needed to separate myself from Megan, but this
conversation was doing the opposite!
"Megan and I have known each other for a long time," I told him. "She's
one of my best friends. But Chloe and I have been inseparable since
birth."
"Oh," he said. I wasn't sure if that was a good 'oh' or a bad 'oh' but he
seemed to buy it.
"What about you?" he turned the conversation around. "Is there anyone in
your life?"
"No," I replied immediately. Maybe too fast. He gave me a look that made
it seem like he didn't believe me.
"Nobody?" he tried to confirm.
"Well..." I said, realizing what he had seen and what I had felt. "I do
have one friend who I think is interested in me, but I don't really feel
the same way." Paul had pretty much come out and told me that he wanted
to be my boyfriend after he had found out that I was Sarah Carerra. But I
had told Josh the truth when I said that I didn't feel the same way. Paul
was a great guy, but...
"I'd guess you probably have a lot of guys you could say that about," he
said, as I heard the humor in his voice.
"I could say the same about you!" I shot back, and then we broke into
laughter once more.
"Are you two ready?" came a voice from the door to the room we were
eating in. I looked up to find David in the doorway.
"I guess so," Josh replied and I nodded before starting to clean up.
"Great!" David exclaimed. "I think we almost have it. It shouldn't take
us more than another hour or two."
That wasn't reassuring. But at least it was fun work.
---
"Good night, Sarah," Josh said as we exited the record studio and made
our way to our cars. Platinum Records had a designated parking area for
people like us, so our cars weren't too far apart.
"Good night, Josh," I replied. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"I'm sure I'll see a lot more of you," he replied with a laugh. "I mean,
five nominations in your first year. I've never had that many, combined!"
I had to laugh too. I knew that Josh was jealous of how successful I'd
been in such a short time. But he deserved just as much recognition.
"It's not like I'm going to win any of them," I said modestly. I really
hoped I won at least one of the categories I was nominated for. But it
was unlikely. I had a large fan base, but I was still confined to the
'Pop' genre. I wouldn't be able to overcome the many fans of other types
of music. It was nice to get nominated, though.
Josh busted out laughing again.
"Oh, Sarah," he said in a tone that told me he thought I wasn't seeing
the true picture. "I wouldn't be surprised if you won all five."
I laughed this time. That didn't even seem possible to me.
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