Take a Bow
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But even if they look different, together onstage they’re a complete unit. It isn’t their friendship that I envy the most; it’s the passion for what they’re doing right at this moment. It’s clear that each one of them loves playing music. It’s their calling. It’s what they want to do.
Chloe leads me backstage after the concert. We get stopped a few times on the way for some photos, which I oblige. During the entire concert, I felt like a normal student watching his friends play. But once the lights came on, I saw all the girls with their cameras out, waiting for a picture. I was hoping “Carter Harrison” could take the night off. And the last thing I want to do is take any attention away from the band. Tonight is about them.
We get into the small room, which has become even tighter with people. Several girls have made their way backstage, all fighting for Ethan’s attention. The rest of the band are putting their instruments away. Chloe immediately finds Jack and, once again, I’m standing there trying to look like I belong.
Emme spots me and makes her way over. A few girls back up so Emme is intentionally pushed. She doesn’t seem to realize it, or maybe she’s used to it by now.
EMME: Hey, Carter, thanks for coming.
I stumble over my words for a moment and then it hits me, what I want to say. Actually, what I want to know.
ME: Do you love what you do?
If Emme is taken by surprise with this abrupt question, she doesn’t show it.
EMME: Yes. Performing used to make me so nervous, but not with these guys.
ME: You were really amazing. Truly. I love the new songs and the covers. Everything. I can’t believe four people can make such a complete sound.
I know that sounds stupid, but Emme blushes anyway.
EMME: Thanks.
I don’t know what it is (maybe the chocolate?), but suddenly I feel like I can tell Emme anything. Like she’ll understand me. I want to open up to somebody.
ME: Hey, can I buy you, like, a coffee or something? I’d love to talk to you some more, unless …
I don’t know if they have other plans or she’s tired or what. I see Ethan studying me. He comes over and gives Emme a hug.
ETHAN: Great show tonight.
EMME: Thanks. I’m going to pack up and then head out with Carter. Do you want me to grab your cords onstage so you can get back to your fan club?
Emme moves her chin subtly over to the group of four girls glaring at her.
Ethan doesn’t even turn around to acknowledge them.
ETHAN: No, it’s okay. I’ll go with you.
A girl comes over and tugs Ethan’s shirt.
GIRL: Hey, Ethan, I totally want to show you the pictures I took.
I can tell Ethan has no interest in looking at the girl’s photos. I can also sense tension between Ethan and Emme.
ME: I can help pack up and, like, move stuff or whatever.
Very elegant, Carter.
EMME: That’d be great, thanks.
Emme moves to leave the room, and Ethan pulls away from the other girl and grabs Emme’s arm.
ETHAN: Just give me a few minutes and I can help.
Emme shakes her head.
EMME: It’s getting late, and I want to pack up and leave. You know, some of us do have a curfew. Don’t worry about it — we can handle the breakdown. Talk to you later.
Emme turns on her heel and walks out the door. I follow her down the hallway, onto the stage.
Jack and Ben are already there disassembling the drum kit and amps. Jack doesn’t hesitate putting me to work. And I love it. I mean, I realize that I’m here purely for manual labor, but being with them makes me feel like part of the team.
I’m a little disappointed when the last amp is packed into the truck.
Ethan comes out to the alley with two girls following behind him.
JACK: Nice for you to show up once we’re done.
Ethan clenches his teeth and ignores the laughter coming from the two girls leaning against the wall.
EMME: Okay, guys, I’m heading out. Great show.
Emme gives each of the guys a hug. After she embraces Ethan, he leans in and whispers something in her ear. She turns around with an annoyed look on her face.
Emme leads me to a place close to the F train. She gets a green tea while I get a delicious mocha drink (if I’m going to splurge, might as well do it big-time, right?).
I go on and on about the show, and Emme listens patiently as she sips her tea. I run out of compliments and after I use the word awesome for the twelfth time, I decide to take a break.
EMME: You know, Carter, it’s okay. You can talk to me about Sophie.
ME: Sophie?
Sophie hasn’t even entered my mind the entire evening. Which should probably give me a hint of how well things are going between us.
EMME: Yeah, I assumed that’s what you wanted to talk to me about.
Oh, of course she assumed that it was about Sophie. This was a stupid idea.
ME: No, I just …
She sets her glass down and leans in. Her bright green eyes sparkle, and I can tell that I can trust her. Sophie constantly says what a good friend she is, and it’s clear that Emme has always gone out of her way for her friends.
ME: Actually, I wanted to talk to you about school. And I know this is going to sound weird, but this isn’t how I thought school would be.
She nods at me knowingly. I can tell that she is going to let me talk. I’m not used to that. Mom and Sophie do the talking. I do the listening. But not tonight. Tonight I’m going to say what I’ve been dying to scream out for years.
ME: I hate acting.
There. I’ve said it. And now I feel the floodgates open.
Chloe leads me backstage after the concert. We get stopped a few times on the way for some photos, which I oblige. During the entire concert, I felt like a normal student watching his friends play. But once the lights came on, I saw all the girls with their cameras out, waiting for a picture. I was hoping “Carter Harrison” could take the night off. And the last thing I want to do is take any attention away from the band. Tonight is about them.
We get into the small room, which has become even tighter with people. Several girls have made their way backstage, all fighting for Ethan’s attention. The rest of the band are putting their instruments away. Chloe immediately finds Jack and, once again, I’m standing there trying to look like I belong.
Emme spots me and makes her way over. A few girls back up so Emme is intentionally pushed. She doesn’t seem to realize it, or maybe she’s used to it by now.
EMME: Hey, Carter, thanks for coming.
I stumble over my words for a moment and then it hits me, what I want to say. Actually, what I want to know.
ME: Do you love what you do?
If Emme is taken by surprise with this abrupt question, she doesn’t show it.
EMME: Yes. Performing used to make me so nervous, but not with these guys.
ME: You were really amazing. Truly. I love the new songs and the covers. Everything. I can’t believe four people can make such a complete sound.
I know that sounds stupid, but Emme blushes anyway.
EMME: Thanks.
I don’t know what it is (maybe the chocolate?), but suddenly I feel like I can tell Emme anything. Like she’ll understand me. I want to open up to somebody.
ME: Hey, can I buy you, like, a coffee or something? I’d love to talk to you some more, unless …
I don’t know if they have other plans or she’s tired or what. I see Ethan studying me. He comes over and gives Emme a hug.
ETHAN: Great show tonight.
EMME: Thanks. I’m going to pack up and then head out with Carter. Do you want me to grab your cords onstage so you can get back to your fan club?
Emme moves her chin subtly over to the group of four girls glaring at her.
Ethan doesn’t even turn around to acknowledge them.
ETHAN: No, it’s okay. I’ll go with you.
A girl comes over and tugs Ethan’s shirt.
GIRL: Hey, Ethan, I totally want to show you the pictures I took.
I can tell Ethan has no interest in looking at the girl’s photos. I can also sense tension between Ethan and Emme.
ME: I can help pack up and, like, move stuff or whatever.
Very elegant, Carter.
EMME: That’d be great, thanks.
Emme moves to leave the room, and Ethan pulls away from the other girl and grabs Emme’s arm.
ETHAN: Just give me a few minutes and I can help.
Emme shakes her head.
EMME: It’s getting late, and I want to pack up and leave. You know, some of us do have a curfew. Don’t worry about it — we can handle the breakdown. Talk to you later.
Emme turns on her heel and walks out the door. I follow her down the hallway, onto the stage.
Jack and Ben are already there disassembling the drum kit and amps. Jack doesn’t hesitate putting me to work. And I love it. I mean, I realize that I’m here purely for manual labor, but being with them makes me feel like part of the team.
I’m a little disappointed when the last amp is packed into the truck.
Ethan comes out to the alley with two girls following behind him.
JACK: Nice for you to show up once we’re done.
Ethan clenches his teeth and ignores the laughter coming from the two girls leaning against the wall.
EMME: Okay, guys, I’m heading out. Great show.
Emme gives each of the guys a hug. After she embraces Ethan, he leans in and whispers something in her ear. She turns around with an annoyed look on her face.
Emme leads me to a place close to the F train. She gets a green tea while I get a delicious mocha drink (if I’m going to splurge, might as well do it big-time, right?).
I go on and on about the show, and Emme listens patiently as she sips her tea. I run out of compliments and after I use the word awesome for the twelfth time, I decide to take a break.
EMME: You know, Carter, it’s okay. You can talk to me about Sophie.
ME: Sophie?
Sophie hasn’t even entered my mind the entire evening. Which should probably give me a hint of how well things are going between us.
EMME: Yeah, I assumed that’s what you wanted to talk to me about.
Oh, of course she assumed that it was about Sophie. This was a stupid idea.
ME: No, I just …
She sets her glass down and leans in. Her bright green eyes sparkle, and I can tell that I can trust her. Sophie constantly says what a good friend she is, and it’s clear that Emme has always gone out of her way for her friends.
ME: Actually, I wanted to talk to you about school. And I know this is going to sound weird, but this isn’t how I thought school would be.
She nods at me knowingly. I can tell that she is going to let me talk. I’m not used to that. Mom and Sophie do the talking. I do the listening. But not tonight. Tonight I’m going to say what I’ve been dying to scream out for years.
ME: I hate acting.
There. I’ve said it. And now I feel the floodgates open.
