Although I don’t think my acting does anything for the school’s reputation.
We find some seats in the auditorium and wait for our fates. You could hear a pin drop as Dr. Pafford takes the stage and gets right to what we are all here for.
DR. PAFFORD: The following is the order of the performances for Monday’s assembly. If your name isn’t called, please exit the auditorium and have a good weekend. First up, Sarah Moffitt singing “Somewhere” from West Side Story.
Sophie growls at the mere mention of Sarah’s name. Sarah is her nemesis.
DR. PAFFORD: Up next, I will be combining two performances. The string quartet of Collins, Hoffman, McDonnell, and Shannon will perform Vivaldi while the art of Trevor Parsons is displayed overhead.
Trevor’s an amazing artist. I go to all his openings. I love to draw — I love it more than acting — and he’s been an inspiration to me. Although I don’t think I could ever show anybody my art. My art is the only thing that I feel truly belongs to me. It would be too difficult to open myself up that way.
DR. PAFFORD: Sophie Jenkins will perform an original song by Amanda Jones.
SOPHIE (quietly): I’m third? Are you kidding me?
I find it odd that her first reaction isn’t mine. That song is Emme’s. I try to catch Emme’s eye from across the room, but she’s looking straight ahead, her face bright red. I’m good at reading people (been doing it forever) and it’s clear she’s about ready to cry. Meanwhile, Ethan, Ben, and Jack look like they’re about to commit a murder. I wish I had friends who would stick up for me like that.
The list of performers continues and we reach the final three.
DR. PAFFORD: Zachary David will be performing from Richard III, followed by Connelly, Coombs, McWilliams, and Quinn performing an original song by Ethan Quinn. Finally, we’ll close out with Carter Harrison.
I hear the collective dissent in the room. After we get further instructions on the performance, we’re excused, and I think it’s probably best to leave, more for Sophie’s safety than for my own.
I see Jack approach us. He usually has a permanent smile on his face, but not today.
JACK: Congrats, guys. That’s really great. Great.
It’s pretty obvious he doesn’t think it’s great.
JACK: Hey, Sophie, I didn’t know you weren’t performing Emme’s song.
SOPHIE: What? Yes, I am.
JACK: Really? Did you bother telling anybody?
SOPHIE: What are you talking about?
Emme approaches us, with Ethan and Ben right behind her. I wonder if she knows how lucky she is to have such supportive friends.
JACK: Did you not hear who they gave the song credit to?
SOPHIE: To be honest, I was a little shocked that my name was only called third.
EMME: Hey, guys, it’s fine. Just a mistake.
Ethan is glaring at Sophie. Ben looks like he’s prepared to break up a fight.
EMME: It’s fine, really. I’ll be performing it with her on Monday, so there won’t be any confusion. Sophie, why don’t you come over tomorrow so we can practice?
SOPHIE: What are you guys even talking about?
JACK: Pafford said Amanda wrote the song.
Sophie seems to come out of her trance.
SOPHIE: Oh, no, I didn’t hear. I was so upset over not being in the second half. I’m so sorry, Emme. I really don’t know what happened, honestly.
Sophie hugs Emme. And everything seems to be right with them. It always is.
EMME: Don’t worry about it. Hey, we’re playing at Kat’s Café tonight if you guys want to come.
I’ve only seen Teenage Kicks perform at school events. I’ve always wanted to see them outside of CPA.
ME: Really? That’s great. What time?
Everybody turns around. Probably shocked that I’m speaking. I usually don’t say much. I’m better if something is scripted out for me.
EMME: Eight. We’re testing out some new stuff. It would be really great if you guys came.
SOPHIE: We’ll see.
We’ll see? I know Sophie’s upset, but I want to go. I want to have fun this year. Make friends.
I’m seventeen years old. It’s about time I stop pretending and just figure it out already.
I get to the television studio after having an argument with Sophie about our evening plans. She wants me to call Sheila Marie to see if she can get us into any events. But I’m going to the concert. She can do whatever she wants.
I open up the script for today’s scene and start to draw.
Mom enters the room, her own copy of the script in hand.
MOM: Carter, fabulous news, sweetheart! I just got out of a meeting with Timothy and big things are happening.
I hate it when Mom talks to the show runner. She’s always trying to get me bigger dramatic moments and what she usually ends up doing is making me seem like a big brat.
MOM: What your story line needs is for Chase to come to terms with his feelings for Charity.
She looks so serious, like these are real people. Chase is certainly not a real person. In fact, he’s getting so out there, I don’t even know how to play him anymore. Not like I ever really liked playing him. But I sometimes get the feeling that Mom thinks that I’m Chase.
Mom starts to clap, mostly to get my attention, because it’s clear that I couldn’t care less about Chase and Charity.
MOM: Today you’ll be filming your first love scene!
Great. Mom’s probably convinced that if Charity and Chase get romantically involved, it’ll get me more screen time. The original agreement was that when I’m attending CPA, the producers have to reduce the number of scenes that I have each week so I can go to school full-time. But that hasn’t really happened.
Most parents would want their children to focus on their studies. But I learned a long time ago that my mother isn’t like most parents.
Mom sits down next to me on the couch and places her hand on my knee.
MOM: Honey, I’m so sorry. I completely spaced. How did the lineup for the freshman assembly go?
ME: I got in. Last slot.
MOM: And that’s good, right? The last slot, like the headliner, or am I getting that mixed up?
I remember what Sophie told me.
ME: It’s good.
MOM: Oh, Carter. That’s wonderful. I’m so proud of you. I … Did you eat lunch?
She rummages through her purse to give me a protein bar. My diet has been a serious topic lately since the producers feel the need for my character to appear shirtless. A lot. Because most seventeen-year-old guys hang out at home in khakis and nothing else. In one scene, I take off my shirt before I open up a book. I don’t get it, but apparently the viewers like it. It’s beyond embarrassing.
So I’m on a high-protein diet to bulk up. And I’ve got to work out more. Just more things to add to the list of things I have no interest in doing.
Although Sophie really likes it.