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Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A-
By Megan Campbell
(Released: November 12, 2012)
Chapter 27 - A Very Carerra Chorus
The first few days of November felt almost normal, or at least like what I
remembered normal to be before Sarah came into my life. The only thing I
had to look forward to each day was school, and, well, that didn't compare
to what was usually going on in Sarah's life. I did visit Mr. Benson
during lunch on Tuesday to talk about an idea I had for including Mark in
the Christmas Concert. He seemed to like the idea, so we spent most of the
time discussing the visit Sarah was going to make to the Chorus on
Thursday to talk about the Christmas Concert. That visit would officially
kick off the preparations for the Christmas Concert. I had mixed emotions
- I was excited to return to Chorus, at least as Sarah. But I was also
very nervous at being around them as my alter-ego. Nevertheless it was
something I had to do.
When I arrived at school on Wednesday morning I was surprised to find a
number of posters advertising the Autumn Ball that was being held the
following week. I had been so busy with Sarah that I hadn't even realized
that the dance was coming up, let alone doing anything to prepare for it.
I figured that Emily and I would be going together since neither of us was
in relationships. Ethan would probably join us since he was similarly
unattached. It would be my first big dance since my life had taken the
drastic turn it had over the summer, and I was excited to go.
That same elation seemed to permeate the students at my school and there
was a buzz in the air all morning. That excitement was palpable all
morning and was the discussion around our lunch table. Everyone seemed to
be looking forward to the first big dance of the school year, and I was no
exception.
When Jane's phone rang toward the end of lunch her excitement took on an
entirely new level. I didn't have to ask to know that it was Scott calling
her. I watched as she listened excitedly and I waited to congratulate her
on her record contract.
Then I saw her happy face turn crestfallen, and in my mind it brought the
entire cafeteria to a standstill. I thought for sure that she would get a
contract! But the tears that started to escape her eyes told me that
wasn't the case as she listened to what Scott had to say. I reached out
and grabbed her hand and she looked over at me. Sobs started to escape her
as she met my eyes. I wasn't sure if I could imagine what she was feeling,
because I hadn't been rejected by Olympic Records.
"Thank you," was the only thing she was able to speak before hanging up
the phone, but I doubted she felt the words. I squeezed her hand in
comfort, but I knew it wouldn't help. She was crying hard now and Ashley
and Kathy, her two best friends, wrapped their arms around her as they
tried to comfort her.
My phone started ringing, and I felt her hand slip out of my own as I
reached for my bag to retrieve it. I sighed when I saw that Scott was
calling me now, and stood up before stepping away from the table.
"Hi, Scott," I said.
"I guess you're with Jane," he replied, recognizing my tone of voice. "I'm
sorry, Sarah. If it was up to me I would offer her a contract. She's an
amazing singer and I hate to see her walk away. But there isn't anything I
can do."
"Why not her?" I asked. If she was that talented then why wouldn't the
talent managers at Olympic Records give her a contract?
"Matt felt she didn't have the 'spark'," he said referring to Matt
Thompson, the Director of Talent at the company. He had been the guy who
had signed me to my record deal, and I knew he was fair. I didn't agree
with him, however. "She might have luck at a smaller record company, but
that might be a long shot. I'm really sorry, Sarah, I know how much you
two wanted this."
I looked over at Jane, who was still crying a few feet away. She was
looking at me, however, and I had a feeling she knew who I was talking to.
"What about the other thing we discussed?" I asked, trying to be cryptic
so she wouldn't know what I was asking yet.
"That's up to you," he said. "Our contract is with you."
"Okay, thanks, Scott," I replied before saying goodbye and hanging up the
phone. Jane's other option felt more like a consolation prize, and I
didn't know how she would react to it.
"What did he say?" Jane asked immediately as I pulled the phone away from
my ear. I knew that she was hoping I had better news, but I didn't.
"He said that if it was up to him, you'd have a contract," I replied. That
was apparently something he hadn't told her because it made her cry some
more. "I'm sorry, Jane. I really am. I thought for sure you were going to
get a contract. You are amazing."
My words sounded hollow even to myself, even though I sincerely believed
that Jane was a wonderful singer. I stepped back to the table and sat down
again before taking her hand in my own once more.
"This might feel like the end of the world," I told her. "But I happen to
know that Sarah Carerra is planning to have you sing a number of songs
with her at the Christmas Concert. She too thinks you are amazing, and I'm
sure she can help."
It wasn't much, but it did bring a slight smile to her face.
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On Thursday afternoon I felt weird when instead of heading for the Study
Hall that had replaced Chorus in my schedule I headed out to my car and
drove home. Once I arrived home I quickly changed and put on the wig
before I was once again heading back to the school. This time, as Sarah.
Walking down the vacant halls of the school toward the Chorus room was
also a unique experience, because Cole and Amy were accompanying me. I
doubted that a bodyguard would be necessary at the school, but his stoic
presence seemed to keep the few people who were in the halls from doing
much more than scream with excitement when they saw me. I always smiled
back, but I continued to the classroom.
When I arrived I only had a moment to take a deep breath before Cole
opened the door. Mr. Benson was talking to the class, but he quickly lost
their attention when they saw me enter the room.
Once the screaming and the clamoring to get near me had subsided, Mr.
Benson was able to get everyone back into their seats and I joined him at
the front of the classroom.
"Sarah is here to talk about the Christmas Concert," Mr. Benson told the
class. "We have six weeks to prepare, and that isn't much time. Sarah?"
"Thank you," I replied and the class looked at me. Amy was holding a piece
of paper out to me and I took it before she started to pass out copies to
the rest of the class. "This is a schedule of the songs we'll be singing,"
I told the class. "It ranges from using the entire Chorus to certain
individuals. I've been working with Mr. Benson to help me decide who will
be best for each of the songs. But everyone will get a chance to sing
multiple songs on stage."
Somebody raised a hand while he was looking down at the paper, and when I
noticed it was Mark I knew what he was going to say.
"I thought I was the top boy in the class," Mark said and he sounded
upset. I promptly repressed my anger and I tried to control my emotions.
"Shouldn't I be singing the duets with Sarah?"
"Sarah has requested these assignments herself," Mr. Benson said
cautiously. I knew he was as reluctant to get into an argument as I was.
"I'm afraid that it is Mr. Knight who will be singing these duets."
Mark turned red and I knew that he wasn't going to accept what Mr. Benson
had told him without a fight. He turned toward me.
"No offense, Sarah," he started, which would not have endeared me to his
plea if I didn't already know him. "But I think that you will want the
best singer to sing with you. That's me."
I opened my mouth to reply, but was cut off by Mr. Benson before I got the
chance.
"Mr. Corbin," he said sternly. "I thought you would be happy with what
Sarah has given you. You basically have a whole song to yourself. No other
member of this Chorus will have that much attention. I suggest that you be
grateful."
Mark didn't like that. He wanted more. I could see it in his eyes. He
wanted to sing with me.
"I am grateful," Mark said. "But I'm just thinking about what is best for
Sarah."
I almost lost it right there. Mark had no idea what was best for me! He
had no right to tell me how I should be a multi-platinum recording artist!
"Mark," I growled, and my tone caused him to take a step away from me. "I
respect your opinion, but I have made my decision with the help of Mr.
Benson. I assure you that I have the best individuals performing each song
and I think you should respect my decision."
"I understand," he shot back. "But--"
"No, Mark!" I nearly shouted back. There was fury in my eyes and I glared
at him. "I have a number of friends in this Chorus. I know all about you
and how you treat them! It is only because Mr. Benson pleaded your case
that I have included you in the program. Do you understand? I suggest you
sit down right now before I change my mind."
I didn't want to lose my temper in front of the class, but I was very
close to doing so. I prayed that Mark would sit back down and shut up, but
I knew it was unlikely. Mark wanted to be the center of attention, but I
refused to give him the opportunities he felt he was entitled to.
Mark took another step back at my outburst, and it looked like he was
going to sit down for a moment, but he opened his mouth once more instead.
"You don't know me," he shot back, and I was surprised that he felt
confident enough to argue with someone like Sarah Carerra. "You can't know
me from what Megan has told you. She--"
"I have known her since we were little girls, Mark!" I told him. "Don't
think for a second that I'm not going to listen to her. And no, I did not
base my decisions on her words alone. I've known Ethan nearly as long. I
consider Jane a friend. Paul was the inspiration for one of my songs. And
none of them have had very nice things to say about your attitude. I'm
afraid that you are not the type of person that I want to sing a duet with
even if you are an amazing singer. And for the record I DO think that you
are an amazing singer. So you had better sit down and shut up, or you
won't even be at the concert. Got it?"
He was pissed, and I knew that he wanted to scream back at me. But he
seemed to realize how bad of an idea that would be and he finally sat
down. The class fell into an awkward silence for a moment before Mr.
Benson finally spoke again.
"Okay," he said. "As you can see from your paper we have a lot of work to
do to get ready. Besides learning the songs there is going to be some
choreography to learn."
There were some disconcerting glances around the room at that
announcement.
"You won't be dancing," I told them and watched as a number of sighs of
relief escaped them. "There are a few individuals who will have more
intricate choreography as part of their larger roles in the songs, but
most of the dancing will be done by professional dancers. But you will
have to move on and off the stage depending on the song. If your name is
listed as one of the principal singers for a song and you are worried
about the choreography, please talk to me after class. But for the most
part it shouldn't be too bad. Okay?"
There was some general agreement around the room even though some of them
still seemed uncomfortable. We had already hired Kate Abernathy, the
choreographer for my concert tour, to provide the choreography for the
Christmas Concert, but I hadn't met with her yet. Nevertheless it seemed
unlikely that there would be much that the class would need to learn.
"Other things to know," I said while looking over the sheet. "We will be
selling albums of the Christmas Concert and each of you will receive one
for free. We will be in a recording studio at the end of the month to
record them. That's the week after Thanksgiving. If you can't make it
please talk to Amy here. Let's see." I scanned the paper again to see if
there was any other information I needed to tell them. "The concert itself
will be a live performance on TV on December 17. We will be performing at
the Nokia Theatre downtown. It should be a lot of fun!"
I smiled at the class, though most of them looked overwhelmed. That was
understandable. I knew they would be ready, because Mr. Benson would see
to that.
"I believe we are also doing stage rehearsals the two weeks before the
concert, is that correct?" Mr. Benson asked.
I looked at Amy, who was in charge of the scheduling, and she nodded.
"Yes," I told him. "But the entire chorus will likely not have to be there
every day. Those with choreography may be asked to attend more. Once
again, if you have any concerns about the amount of time involved in this
please let us know. I'm really excited to work with you guys. There is a
lot of work that goes into putting on a concert like this, but I believe
it is going to be a wonderful experience."
"Sarah will also be here at least one day each week from now until
December and most of the two weeks before the concert," Mr. Benson said.
"I want to reiterate how lucky we are to have this opportunity and I hope
that each of you take the time to relish in this experience. It will be
hard work, but this is one of those 'once in a lifetime' opportunities
that you'll remember for a long time."
I was nodding, and the class seemed to be excited. I couldn't ask for
more.
---
I stayed and helped Mr. Benson with the class. We started working on some
of the songs that required the whole Chorus and it was actually the first
time I'd been in the classroom and had fun. Nobody had even come close to
making the connection between Megan and Sarah, and it seemed unlikely to
happen. They were all star struck, and I knew from experience that people
rarely saw through the facade that Sarah placed over my true identity.
After the class ended I made sure to speak with each of them as they were
leaving to learn their names and introduce myself. It was funny to see
some of them, even Mark, treat me completely differently than they had
when I was a member of the class. But they all seemed excited about the
concert, and that made me smile.
One of the last people to leave the classroom was Jane, and she smiled as
she approached me.
"You consider me a friend, huh?" she asked slyly.
"I do," I replied truthfully. "Any friend of Megan's is a friend of mine."
How little she understood the truth of those words.
Jane beamed at me, and I was happy to see her in a good mood after what
had happened the day before.
"I'm sorry about your record deal," I stupidly said, and watched her
expression sour immediately. "You are a fantastic singer and if there was
anything I could do I would have."
"I know," she said, her voice now downcast. "I really thought I was good
enough."
"Did you try any other record companies?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. But the look she gave me told me what their responses
had been. "They didn't like me either."
"Well, it's their loss," I told her and received a hint of a smile. "There
is a reason why you are singing so many songs with me in the Christmas
Concert, you know."
"I..." she started but then stopped. A moment later she continued. "Thank
you, Sarah. I'm glad that somebody believes in me."
"Anyone who doesn't is an idiot," I said, eliciting a laugh and another
full smile from her.
She looked radiant when she smiled. I was lucky to have someone like her
on the stage with me for the Christmas Concert.
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