Take a Bow (12 page)

Emme walks over. “What’s going on?”

“I have no idea. It’s like an episode of
The Twilight Zone
over here!” Jack walks away.

“What?” Emme looks confused.

“Nothing.” I smile at her. “You’re going to be brilliant.”

She shrugs. I start to get that familiar nervous feeling I get in the pit of my stomach before we go onstage. But for the first time, it isn’t about me. I so desperately want this to go well for Emme.

She gestures at my black long-sleeve shirt. “You can hardly see the sling with that thing on.”

I decide to not hold back anymore. I grab her by the waist with my one good arm and kiss her on the forehead.

Before she can respond, we’re told to take our places.

Emme is up front with me. Ben is to my right, and Jerry is to Emme’s left. Dr. Pafford introduces the eighties by showing famous alumni from that decade. Once the lights come up, I start the opening notes of the song on the keyboard with my one good hand, then Jack comes in with a harder beat than the original.

Emme begins to play the opening riff with such force it feels like the entire audience has been awakened after boring concertos and period dances.

As I start to sing and the crowd begins to move to the beat, I hear cheering from the current students standing in the back. I take the microphone out of the holder. I can’t dance and there’s no way that I’m going to even attempt it on a song by such an iconic dancer as Michael Jackson, especially with a sling on. I’m doing it because when Emme does her solo, I want her to be alone at the front of the stage.

We come to the break. Jerry plays a few notes as an intro and then it’s Emme’s turn. I look to her and see her completely calm and composed. And then she starts.

There are no words.

Okay, there are a million.

I see most of the front few rows with their mouths open. Because Emme, the petite redheaded girl of the group, the one who is happy to be background, completely and utterly rips that solo up and throws it on the ground.

I was doing some complicated moves in mine, but she …

I’m frozen, transfixed as I watch her fingers move so quickly up the neck of the guitar, hitting notes that I can only imagine in my dreams. I glance back at Jack, whose eyes are practically bulging from his head.

Her guitar screams out for two minutes and it isn’t nearly enough. Everybody wants more. I hate it when I come in with the chorus at the end. But nobody can hear me anyway.

Because once Emme hits the final note of her guitar solo, the entire audience erupts in a standing ovation. For prestigious alumni, they sure are one rowdy bunch.

I look over at Emme, who has a small smile as she keeps playing. Her cheeks flush.

I have never been more in awe of her than I am right now.

We finish and I stand near Jack so she gets every ounce of admiration she deserves. She looks back and motions for me to come forward, but I’m not going anywhere.

The lights go down and we all run off the stage. Jack picks Emme up and swings her around.

We hear Dr. Pafford clear his throat. “Well, everybody should be awake now.” There is some laughter in the audience. “That was Emme Connelly. Needless to say she is one of our top music students. My sincere apologies to the students who have to follow that.”

We all start cheering and celebrating. That is by far the greatest compliment anybody has ever heard from Dr. Pafford.

Emme keeps shaking her head.

“Tell me this, Red.” Jack wraps his arms around her. “Why on earth are we letting this one play lead when you can play like that?”

I can’t take my eyes off of her. “I totally agree.”

Emme stays silent as we’re surrounded by dozens of students wanting to congratulate her.

Chloe comes up to me, shock on her face. “Did you have any idea that she could play like that?”

“Yep.”

Ben’s hands have been over his mouth since we got off the stage. He finally removes them. “Good Lord, Emme. That was seriously hot. I’m sincerely debating changing sides because I want to kiss you on the mouth right now.”

Emme laughs. She turns to me. “Ethan, I did it.” Her voice is so soft. She almost doesn’t believe herself.

In that second, everybody else disappears. I see only her. She is looking at me like she used to when she was happy. Before I screwed everything up.

I know I do stupid things. I do them all the time. I even know when I’m about to do something completely and utterly idiotic. Most of the time I care. But not now. There is only one thing in the world that I care about.

Emme.

I go up to Emme, put my one good hand on her face and kiss her.

On the mouth.

I
t’s amazing how quickly people forget an inspired performance. I got attention from
A Little Night Music
for less than a week. And now all anybody can talk about is Emme.

She plays the guitar for a song and it’s like nothing else happened that night. Of course, I was relegated to the choir for a Motown medley, so I didn’t even get the opportunity to do anything.

But not Emme. It’s like no girl has ever played the guitar before. And of course Ethan shoving his tongue down her throat afterward, and Tyler running out of the auditorium, gave people even more to talk about.

And do I get any recognition? Of course not.

I just went up to her when we were little and encouraged her to write. And then attend CPA. So why would anybody give me any credit for what’s happening to her?

I stare out the window of our practice suite as Emme plays around on the piano. I’ve been sure to spend more time with her lately. At least maybe she’ll remember I exist.

“Hey, Sophie,” she says quietly. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course, Emme. Anything!” I run over and sit next to her on the piano bench.

“It’s about Ethan…. I don’t really know what to think about what happened.” She looks down and studies her hands.

“I’m sure it was the adrenaline after the performance,” I assure her. “I wouldn’t make too big a deal about it.”

“Really? I guess. Although he’s never done anything like that to me before … but I don’t know….”

“How’s it been since after the concert with you two?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Normal, I guess. I was so shocked about what happened. He quickly apologized and neither one of us has mentioned it since. Jack, of course, gives Ethan grief about it, and then teases me for playing favorites and encourages me to spread the love among the other members.”

“And what about Tyler?”

“Oh, well … he’s pretty mad, but it wasn’t like
I
kissed Ethan. I mean, I don’t feel he really has a right to be upset with me.”

“Well, you did humiliate him in front of the school.”

She looks up at me. “Really? We only went on a few dates, so I didn’t think people knew….”

I shake my head. “Emme, people talk. They knew. Poor Tyler. You should really apologize to him. He’s a pretty good guy.” Even though he helps Sarah Moffitt. But if Emme is going to be with either Ethan or Tyler, I vote for Tyler. He’s truly the lesser of two evils.

“He’s really mad. I don’t know….”

Gee, Emme is unsure of something? What a shock.

This conversation isn’t going anywhere. I pick up the piece of sheet music she’s been working on. “What’s this?”

“Oh.” She takes the paper out of my hand. “Just something new I’ve been working on.”

“For the showcase?”

She bites her lip. “Ah, so nobody knows this …”

“You know you can tell me anything, Emme. You’re my oldest friend.”

She hesitates for a second. “I know. Dr. Pafford called me into his office today.”

“What did you do?” This is huge. Dr. Pafford rarely calls students into his office. If he does, it’s usually to tell them they didn’t pass the audition to attend the next semester.

“He told me that he’d like to see me do a solo audition for the showcase.”

“HE WHAT?” I’m so shocked, the words came out too fast. I can tell Emme is taken aback by my reaction. “That’s AWESOME, EMME!” I hope I salvage it.

“You think so?” She looks at me hopefully.

They aren’t giving out invitations yet and here she’s been handed an audition by the principal. And I thought
I
was the one who knew how to play the game.

Well done, Emme, well done.

“I think you’d do a great job. Is that the song you’re thinking of doing?”

She looks down at the paper. “I think so. It’s still too early to tell.”

Maybe Emme isn’t as naïve as I thought. Here I thought she was an ally, but now that she’s attempting to be a singer, she’s becoming part of my competition.

This changes everything.

I exit the studio in a rush, pretending I have somewhere to go, but honestly, I can’t think clearly, being in a room with her. As I round the corner toward my locker, I see Ethan struggling with all the stuff he’s trying to shove in his backpack with only one functioning arm.

He stops as he sees me, and surprisingly approaches me.

“Have you seen Emme?”

I know I have to do something, anything to put a crack in Emme’s perfect world. To put me on top again. I’ve been fighting tooth and nail to get recognized by Dr. Pafford, but Emme gets everything handed to her. Well, I’m not going down without a fight. There are only so many spots available in the showcase. I can’t let her get one that belongs to me.

“Yeah, she’s with Tyler. They went that way.” I point to the opposite way of the studios.

The mere mention of Tyler’s name makes him frown. I can tell that I’ve hit a nerve.

“They’re celebrating. Isn’t it great about Emme?”

Ethan says nothing. My day suddenly gets a whole lot better.

“You know, that Pafford invited her to do a solo performance at the showcase. Emme’s going solo!” Ethan blinks. “Anyway, I told her I’d join them. Don’t they make the cutest couple? I think your little stunt at the concert just made them closer.”

I turn on my heel and see Carter standing there with his arms crossed.

“What are you doing?” His face is red.

“Oh, um … hey, Carter. I was just leaving!” I grab him by the elbow to walk away, but he pulls my arm off of him.

“Ethan, Emme is not with Tyler. And I don’t know why she’s talking about Emme going solo.”

I cut him off. “You don’t know anything. Emme confided in
me
, okay? She’s
my
best friend, not yours.”

Carter shakes his head. “Yeah, some best friend …”

“What’s going on, guys?” Emme approaches. She looks between us and I’m frozen. I’ve got to think fast before everybody turns on me.

“Oh, Emme!” I run up to hug her. “I’m so sorry. It’s just that I’m so excited for you, I accidentally let it slip about your solo thing. I’m so proud of you!”

She stands there. “Oh, I …” She turns toward Ethan, who looks like he’s on the verge of tears. “I was going to tell you. I just don’t know if I’m going to do it or not.”

Ethan nods. “You should definitely do it. It’s what I’ve been telling you to do all along.”

Further proof that Ethan’s trying to sabotage me. Why else would he encourage her to go solo?

“Really?” She looks at him with a blinding admiration.

I approach Carter again. “Well, we should really leave the two of them alone.”

“That’s not all you said.”

Why is Carter trying to ruin my standing with Emme?

Emme looks at him. “What?”

Carter stares me down. Emme, clearly confused, looks at Ethan. “What’s going on?”

Ethan looks down at the floor. “She said that you’re back with Tyler. Is it true?”

“What? I didn’t say … Sophie?” She looks at me, and I can tell that our friendship is teetering off a steep cliff if I don’t fix this.

I can’t have Emme hate me. Sure, I want to rattle her before the audition, but I need her song for the showcase.

“Em” — I pull her aside — “I’m so sorry. I was trying to be a good friend. I brought up Tyler to see what Ethan would say. I guess I messed everything up. I’m so sorry. But I think that maybe this gives you an opportunity to talk to Ethan and you guys can clear the air. I’m just trying to help.” I give her the best woe-is-me look I can muster.

“That’s okay,” she says softly.

I give her a big hug, apologize another gazillion times, and tell Carter we should leave them alone.

Shockingly, he agrees to go with me. But he stops as soon as we get outside.

“What was that?” He gestures toward the door.

“Simply a case of too many cooks in the kitchen. There’s bound to be some misunderstanding with all those people …”

Carter sits down on one of the stone benches that line the front entrance. “You were the only one talking.”

“Carter, it’s been a long day.” I grab his hand. “Let’s just —”

He pulls away from me. “I don’t know who you are anymore, Sophie. You used to be so kind and considerate, and now you’ve just gone too far. It was becoming pretty clear to me that you were using me — you aren’t the first and you probably won’t be the last. But Emme? How can you do that to her? You know she looks up to you and has absolutely no idea how manipulative you are.”

I stand up. “Why is it always about her? Huh? Why do you care about Emme? What, do you want to date her now, too? Well, you’re going to need to get in line.”

“I’m not interested in Emme that way. She’s the first person who listened to me and tried to help me, plain old Carter. All you want is your name and photo with Carter Harrison. And I’m not going to play that role any longer. I’m tired by it. I’m tired by your games. I used to think you were special, Sophie, I really did. But now I see the real you and can’t believe I put up with it for so long.”

I
can’t believe
he’s
breaking up with
me
. That he’s doing it now. Before the showcase. Before I’m a star.

“Please, Carter, I’m so sorry. You can’t do this to me….”

He gets up. “Good luck with everything, Sophie. I know how much being a star means to you. I just hope you don’t ruin too many friendships while you claw your way to the top.”

He walks away and I feel deflated.

Why is everything falling apart for me?

How could Carter just break up with me like that?

Like I meant nothing to him. Like I’m nobody.

I’m not just anybody. I
am
special.

I won Brooklyn’s Most Talented Kid five years straight.

I’ve beaten Emme anytime we’ve had to compete together.

I got a standing ovation during my rendition of “Send in the Clowns.”

Okay, so I’ve made some mistakes. But if there is one thing I know, it’s how to get back on top. I can’t let everything come crumbling apart because of one little misunderstanding.

Step One: damage control. I pick up my phone and place a call.

“Gossip Guru, this is Stacy.”

“Hey, Stacy, it’s Sophie Jenkins … Carter Harrison’s girlfriend.”

There’s a slight pause. “Oh, hey, Sophie, you guys going out tonight? Would love to get some photographers there.”

“No, but I do have a story for you.”

I tell Stacy about Carter breaking up with me on the steps of the school (complete with tears) and make sure I give her my name four times.

Step Two: I’ve got some cupcakes to buy.

Mrs. Connelly is happy to see me as she opens the door to their brownstone. So everything seems normal as I walk into Emme’s room. She’s lying on her bed, writing out some math problems.

“Emme?” I say softly.

“Oh, hey, Sophie, I wasn’t …”

I open up a box of cupcakes.

“You didn’t need to …”

She looks at the cupcakes and I can slowly see the wheels turning in her mind.

“Em, I need to talk to you.” I sit on her bed. I let out a sigh. “I don’t know what’s been going on with me lately. I feel lost. And I haven’t wanted to burden you with anything because you’ve been so busy, but I really need you to know something.”

Her eyes are wide as she pats the place next to her for me to sit.

“I don’t think I’ve been a very good friend.” She doesn’t say anything. “Things haven’t been going as I planned at CPA. You know that. I don’t know why I’ve had such a hard time. Sometimes I think it would have been better if I’d stayed in Brooklyn.” Tears,
real tears
, sting the corner of my eyes. “But the one thing that I’m glad of, that I’m proud about, is that you went to CPA. It’s been amazing to see you grow and shine. I know that I’ve been so focused on me, and I think you need to know how much your friendship means to me. Not just now, but since we were kids. I remember first seeing you onstage and knowing that I had to meet this insane pianist … at eight!

“I know you have a lot going on … and I hope that you know you can come to me if you ever need anything. And I don’t want us to hang out just when we’re rehearsing. You’re my friend, my best friend. I miss us just hanging out. And I really feel like you need to know that I’m there for you. No matter what.”

“Oh, Sophie.” Emme reaches over and gives me a hug.

I finally break down and sob. She holds me and doesn’t say anything.

It makes me cry even harder. I can’t make myself stop. Because this pain I feel, this hopelessness over my future, is real.

Everything I ever wanted is slipping from my fingertips. My life has started spiraling out of control, and for the first time, I don’t know what to do to stop it.

I thought I knew exactly how to become a star. But maybe I don’t know anything.

And I hate myself for it.