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Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A-
By Megan Campbell
Chapter 36 - Chorus of Agony
The rest of the weekend was more relaxing, except for the countdown of the
Top 20. 'Your Time Will Come' stayed at #1 on the countdown, but 'Ever
After' fell completely out of the Top 20, coming in at #23.
When I arrived at school on Monday there was a buzz of excitement running
throughout the student body. It was widely known that the Chorus would be
performing with Sarah Carerra in two weeks, and the concert rehearsals
would occur here at the school. It was impossible to ignore the many people
who were converting the stage in the auditorium into a replica of what we
would be using for the actual concert. I poked my head in to see the
progress before I headed to class, and I was happy to see that it would be
ready for our first session this afternoon.
School was about as boring as it usually was, but I did my best to pay
attention in my classes. The last thing I needed right now was for my
grades to slip. Dad wouldn't hesitate to keep me from doing Sarah stuff if
my grades faltered.
After the second to last class of the day ended I walked out to my car and
drove the short distance home. I parked my car in the garage and I
immediately walked back down the driveway and boarded Sarah's tour bus,
which was waiting for me.
"Hi, Eddie," I greeted my driver.
"Hi, Megan," he replied and closed the door to the bus before he started
driving back toward the school. I continued into the bus, greeting Cole and
Mason as I did, before walking back to my room and closing the door. It
didn't take me too long to transform myself into Sarah, and I finished just
as we arrived at the school.
Cole and Mason followed me as I led them back into the school and to the
auditorium. There, I found Mr. Benson talking to the assembled Chorus
members who were sitting in the first few rows. He smiled when he saw me
and motioned for me to join him at the front. As I was walking to join him
I noticed the dancers sitting together nearby also.
"Hi everyone," I greeted the Chorus. There were a number of customary
replies, and it was easy to hear the nervousness in some of their
responses. I couldn't blame them, I had been very nervous the first time we
went into rehearsals for my concert tour.
"I want you all to listen to what Sarah has to say," Mr. Benson said.
"She's been in your position before. I'm sure she was just as nervous as
you are the first time she did this."
"First time?" I said. "I'm nervous now too!"
That was enough to cause some of the students to laugh, which in turn broke
the ice and eased some of their nerves. It was also the truth. I was
worried about how much I was going to be asking of the Chorus over the next
two weeks.
"I know I'm asking a lot from you guys," I told them. "Although it looks
easy, putting on a concert is hard work. I understand that there are many
things that you would probably rather be doing than spending the next two
weeks rehearsing. I'm not going to require any of you to stay past the
regular time that school ends, but I do ask that you give your best attempt
to help us put on a good concert. Each of you agreed to this when you
joined the Chorus earlier this year, and I want you to know that it will be
worth your while to see it through."
There were some very scared expressions looking back at me now. I grimaced
inside, but kept my face smiling. Three hours a day for rehearsals was
considerably less than what we had done for my concert tour. It was more
than what I thought most of them were willing to give. The dancers were
being paid to be here, but the Chorus members were all volunteers - and
they were high school students. I knew that Mr. Benson had talked about
making their participation in the concert preparations as part of their
grade, and I hoped that wasn't the case. I wanted them here because they
WANTED to be here, not because it was required of them to be here.
I motioned for the woman who was sitting off to the side to join us, and
she stood up and came over.
"I'd like you all to meet Kate Abernathy," I told the Chorus members.
Everyone else in the room was very familiar with Kate. "Kate is my
choreographer, and she has ultimate say in what we do on stage. Please give
her the respect she deserves. Kate?"
Kate stepped forward, and I stepped back to let her take charge for the
day. This was her show now. She introduced herself to the Chorus members
and described what she expected of them. She was a lot nicer with them than
she had been with me and the dancers the first time we had met for tour
rehearsals.
Soon she had us up on stage and working on the first set of songs she
wanted to get through today. I was already tired and sweaty when the bell
rang to indicate the end of school for the day. Kate paused to allow anyone
who wanted to leave the chance to do so. When nobody moved, she continued
like nothing had happened. Shortly afterward students started to stream
into the auditorium to watch us practice.
Principal Hall had asked us to leave the rehearsals open to anyone who
wanted to watch them, and I had agreed. The only caveat was that anyone
watching had to keep quiet, and Cole and Mason had brought enough of their
security team to ensure silence. Anyone disrupting the rehearsals would be
asked to leave.
It was after a fairly intense attempt at one of the songs that I found
myself panting as I looked around the auditorium. I noticed that some of
the Chorus members were tired and wanted to go home; but as they watched
how hard I was working to prepare myself, they had taken it upon themselves
to match my effort. I was proud of them. Even Mark Corbin had kept from
complaining...too much.
I turned my gaze to the many students in the seats watching as Kate called
out the latest set of things we had done wrong. Many of them were huddled
in small groups and talking quietly as they watched, but I found one lone
girl watching us with a smile on her face.
I smiled back at Amber Hartfield and gave her a little wave before turning
my attention back to Kate.
I was exhausted when Kate called an end to rehearsals for the day. The rest
of the chorus seemed just as tired. I smirked at how little work they had
done compared to me and the dancers, but I had to acknowledge how hard they
had worked. I just hoped they all returned tomorrow.
---
"Megan, can I talk to you?" I looked up from my P.E. locker the next day to
see Amber standing at the edge of the bench I was sitting on. I took a deep
breath, but turned toward her. My body complained, but I ignored it. I was
in excellent shape, but it had been about a month and a half since I'd
performed a concert and I ached from all the practice.
"Yes," I said, and surprisingly Amber smiled at me. Emily and the other two
girls I shared the row of lockers with seemed just as surprised at her
reaction.
"I just wanted to say that I was sorry," she blurted out, and I knew she
wanted to get this over with. She was embarrassed to apologize to me, but
she didn't need to be. "I've been going through some tough things, and I
took it out on you. I'm sorry."
I opened my mouth to respond, but found myself speechless! Frankly, I was
shocked! I wasn't sure how to respond. Even after I had talked to her as
Sarah I never actually believed that she would apologize to me. I knew how
much pain she was in. It wasn't an excuse for the way she had been treating
me, but I understood why she had lashed out.
"It's okay," I finally managed to say.
"No, it isn't," she replied, "but I guess she already told you why?"
"Who?" I asked, acting confused. This was a time when I was certain that
Amber had hoped Sarah hadn't shared the information she had learned at
Amber's house. Although I knew what had happened that day, I was going to
give her the privacy she wanted and deserved.
"Sarah..." she started, and then looked surprised when I looked at her
uncomprehendingly. When she realized that Sarah hadn't told me anything, or
so she thought, the tips of her mouth curled upward slightly before she
caught herself.
I knew that she was sincere. I knew it in my heart. But I also knew she
didn't want people knowing about her parents' divorce and what she was
going through.
"It's okay," I told her again. "Whatever it was I forgive you."
Amber stared back at me. I knew that she was carefully studying my face for
some form of deceit, but there was none to be found in my expression.
Eventually, she nodded, and without another word she turned and walked out
of sight around the lockers. I turned to Emily and gave her a look that
indicated I didn't know what had just happened.
But when I turned back to my locker to finish getting ready I discretely
wiped away a tear of relief. She wasn't the only one who had been giving me
a hard time at school, but at least she was one less.
---
The second day of rehearsals came and went with only one person dropping
out of the concert. Mr. Benson had given everyone the opportunity to leave
if they wanted to, but he had apparently told them that they would not be
performing with the Chorus if they did. I was leaving who got to perform in
his hands. As long as I had the "important" members of Chorus there that
night - the ones who were actually singing solo lines - then he could do
what he wanted. I had hoped that they would all be there, but George, the
boy who had quit, had never been one of the ones excited about the concert.
He had been in Chorus before it was announced that Sarah would be
performing with them, and was really only there for a grade.
Kate worked us hard, but not to the point where we would break. I admired
her ability to inspire us to keep going and to instill in us a desire to
improve. She was very good at what she did, and I was glad to be working
with her.
The next week seemed to fly by. Three hours a day was enough to exhaust all
of us; yet the dancers, band, and I worked an additional eight hours on
Saturday that the Chorus members didn't have to do. Sunday was the only
real day of rest we got, and then we were back at it again on Monday.
When Wednesday rolled around I felt that we were about as ready as we could
be, and our dress rehearsal had very few issues that we needed to correct.
Thursday, when I entered the auditorium for our last dress rehearsal before
the concert, I was surprised to see that nearly every seat in the
auditorium was filled. Principal Hall had apparently given the teachers the
option to watch the final rehearsal instead of holding their last classes
of the day. I hadn't planned on performing a second concert for the school,
but we'd had a lot of people watching us all week so there was little
difference this time.
As the bell rang on the last class of school Friday afternoon I felt a
tingle start to permeate my entire body. Anticipation set in and I knew
that it was going to be an amazing evening.
I rushed home and changed quickly before once more heading out to my tour
bus. My family and my best friends rode with me down to the Nokia Theatre.
The bus pulled into the back lot that was created by blocking off most of
Georgia Street on the west side. There were already a number of busses and
tractor-trailers parked there. My entourage wasn't quite as big as it had
been for my tour, but there were still an impressive number of vehicles.
Once inside the theatre I spent a few minutes greeting everyone who was
working on preparing for the concert. Many of them were veterans from my
concert tour, but there were some new faces hired specifically for tonight,
and I wanted to make sure that each of them received at least a "Hello"
from me.
Hair and makeup was next before I put on my first costume, the one that
matched what every member of Chorus would be wearing to start the concert.
Then I found myself involved in the last minute details before my band,
the Chorus members, and I gathered in a large room backstage.
"I want to thank all of you," I told the assembled group. "I know that you
put a lot of work into preparing for this concert. I know that the last two
weeks have been long, and that we are all tired. But I also know that we
are going to be awesome tonight!"
There were some chuckles at my enthusiasm. I turned to Amy who was holding
the most important thing in the world right now. Taking the band's Carerra
Bear that we used before each concert I turned back to the crowd. A smile
spread across the lips of my band members and curiosity lit the faces of
the Chorus members. Even Ethan was looking on in wonder. He had been to
many of my concerts, but this was something he had never been privy to.
"This is a Carerra Bear," I said, and there were a number of nods coming
from the Chorus members. The bears had started to become common knowledge,
so most people knew what they were.
"This one belongs to the people who perform with me on stage," I continued.
"It has the signature of every member of my band on it," I said while
turning to Jane and pointing at the new signature that had been embroidered
on the bear's tummy. Her eyes lit up immediately and she smiled broadly as
she saw her signature.
"These bears mean a lot to me," I told the assembled group. "And we have a
small ritual to help give us luck and to help us succeed on stage. I've
invited all of you here today because you are instrumental to tonight's
performance. Let this bear give you the success you need."
I closed my eyes and hugged the bear tightly. I envisioned the success we
would have tonight. I asked for the help and strength I needed to do my
best. And when I opened my eyes I felt the rush of emotions and
anticipation I felt at every one of my performances overwhelm me.
I turned toward the band and Holly walked over to me, took the bear, and
hugged the bear tightly before passing it on to Sophie, who passed it on to
Jason, and so on until every member of my band had done the same. Then I
pointed at Jane, and she became the link between my band and the rest of
the Chorus members. Each of them took their turn. Some of the boys looked
reluctant to hug the bear, but one look from me was all it took to convince
them, and each of them smiled as they went back to their seats.
"Let's get this party started!" the band and I yelled together indicating
we were all ready for what was to come.
I smiled at every single person in that room as they left before following
them out to take our places for the concert.
It was time to make the magic happen.
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Chapter 37 - A Very Carerra Christmas
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