CH 4: A Booker Crisis

From an old dream I had a few weeks ago where I was Rebeca and Ariana, and my best friends were the crazy Bookers, Nellie Jo and Randy Lou. I'm not mentioning their names. They both probably don't even know I'm talking about them. This moment is quite awkward. Yeah. I hope they don't know. If they find out I'm talking about them I'll have to change my name and move to Canada. If you two are by any chance reading this, love ya! Don't mean to actually think you guys are annoying or anything. Plus, I don't own the songs.

Rebeca's POV:

"Red, they're here," Ariana said.

"Who," I asked.

"Crazy town," Ariana said, "I'm only letting Nicole and Gram back here because they're in the show. By the way, do you have their dresses and heels ready?"

"Yup," I said, "Everybody's stuff is ready. I'm going into Chyna's dressing room to do her hair and makeup. I'll be back."

As I ran to Chyna's dressing room, I was stopped by Aunt Nicole.

"Rebeca Jo-Marie Booker, where is your sister," she asked.

"Ana is down the hall, make a right, first door on the left," I said with a hasty voice, "I have to go do someone's hair and makeup."

"Hey, Chyna, I'm here," I said.

"Hey Red," Chyna said.

"I'm curling your hair, is that okay," I asked.

"Sure," Chyna said, "Impress me."

Ariana's POV:

"Ariana Jean-Marie Booker," I hear Aunt Nicole say.

"Aunt Nicole, I have to find Red," I reply.

"Hurry back, you only have two hours to do my hair."

"Okay," I yell as I race to Olive's dressing rom. I burst open the door.

"Hey Ana," Rebeca said.

"Oh, thank God you're here," I said with relief, "Is Chyna-"

"Yup," Red replied.

"Okay, I'm going in to do Aunt Nicole's hair," I said.

"Kay. See ya. I'm almost done."

I got done doing Aunt Nicole's hair, and Rebeca did Gram's. We did each other's hair and got our dresses and heels situated.

"You look hot," Red told me.

"So do you," I said back to Red.

"Well, are you all ready," Gram asked.

"Yup," Red and I said, smiling widely. We were about to go on to sing Meemaw's favorite song.

Rebeca's POV:

I was so nervous. The order would be, Gram singing first solo, Aunt Nicole singing second, me being third, and Ana being last, and then we'd all sing the last verse together.

We went out on stage. Everybody went to their mike, to introduce ourselves.

"I am Marie Nell Booker," Gram introduced herself, "I'm the great-grandmother of Ariana and Rebeca."

"I'm Nicole Jo Booker," Aunt Nicole said, "I'm the great-great-aunt of Ariana and Rebeca."

"I'm Rebeca Jo-Marie Booker," I said, "I am a part of the Advanced Natural Talent program that runs in this high school. My talent is pretty much everything that runs through the program. I'm the granddaughter of the principal, Susan Skidmore. And it happens to be her birthday today."

"And I'm Ariana Jean-Marie Booker," Ana said, "I'm also a part of the Advanced Natural Talents program with a talent also of everything that runs through the program. Tonight we will be singing Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel."

Ana and I plugged in our guitars and started playing. I missed singing this song. Ana and I sung it at our Pop's funeral. Gram started first.

"Hello darkness my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence."

Gram's voice filled the whole auditorium. It was so soothing. That was the voice I had missed for days. Aunt Nicole's solo was next.

"In restless dreams I've walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone. Beneath the halo of a streetlamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night. And touched the sound of silence."

I also missed Aunt Nicole's singing. I was going to have to get used to her not being around. My solo was next. I prayed that I could belt it out the way I normally did.

"And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people maybe more. People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening. People writing songs that voices never share. But no one dared disturb the sound of silence."

I had done it successfully. Everybody was cheering for me. Ana did her solo.

"'Fools,' said I, 'you do not know. Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you. Take my arms that I might reach you.' But my words like silent raindrops fell. And echoed in the wells of silence."

Ariana and I sound so similar when we sing. It's madness. We all did our group solo, as Aunt Nicole called it.

"And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming. It said, 'The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls.' And whispered in the sound of silence." We were done. At least with this act. All of the Booker family stood up and cheered. Our next act was with Chyna. We were going to sing Follow Me by Uncle Kracker. I was so happy. I had to do four acts. A quartet, a trio, a duet, and a solo. My quartet was, obviously, Sound of Silence. My trio was Follow Me. The duet was with Ariana and we were singing If I Run by The Harters. And my solo was My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion.

"Red, come on," Ana said, "The crazies want to see us."

"Good grief," I sighed. We walked to our dressing room and there they were.

"SURPRISE!" Their screaming was nauseating. I told myself to play cool and act normal.

"You two were great," Big Daddy said before he kissed us. Aunt Nicole and Gram looked at him with a disgusted look.

"Thanks Big Daddy," I said, "How many squirrels did you catch while we were gone?"

"Oh, just 'bout nuff to feed the whole state of Tennessee," Big Daddy joked. I hate having to be a Booker. My family was crazy enough.

"My little talented twins," Ma said.

"Thanks, Ma," Ana said, "We have to get ready for our trio with Chyna. We'll see you when that's over."

"Okay, we'll see you," Macy Jean said. They all left, and Ariana and I did a huge sigh of relief.

"Let's get ready," I said to Ana.