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Chapter 2
Biggest Fan in the Whole Wide World
Will
I'm sure my shocked eyes reflected everyone else's. The confusion and surprise was apparent in the faces of these kids. I had already imagined how people will react when they found out that my sister is actually a big Hollywood star. And yet, I wasn't ready for it.
I kept this fact for the longest time. Of course, it helped a lot that Carrie changed her name when she started her Broadway career. And, that she never went to McKinley High. Also, that the last time she was anywhere near Ohio was more than a decade ago, long before she was famous.
Carrie hugged me tightly. "Look at you!" She said as she pulled away. "So much older now!"
I stared at her incredulously. Why is she hugging me?
Carrie stared back, but she was smiling. "Some surprise, huh?"
"What— " I started. I was going to ask what she was doing here, but I was interrupted.
"Wait!"
It was Puck. "The hottest, most bone-able star on T.V. is your sister?"
Carrie and I turned to him. She tilted her head with an appreciative smile plastered on her face, "Aw. That's almost kind of sweet, Puck. Thanks. And yes, I'm your teacher's sister."
"But… Mr. Schu never mentioned…" Finn replied.
"Oh. Well, Finn… It's Finn, right?" Carrie asked and Finn nodded. "Well, Finn, we're kind of keeping it a secret. I mean, we don't want the family to be bothered that way."
Carrie looked at me, and then turned to continue. "So… I hope you guys don't say anything to the other students. To anyone, actually. I would really appreciate that."
"Of course, Ms. Wheeler," Rachel assured her, speaking for the group despite lack of express authority from the others. But they all absent-mindedly nodded.
"Thank you, Rachel." Carrie looked at her fervently, and then turned to everyone, "Thank you."
I held off on the investigation as to the reason of Carrie's unannounced visit. The kids were in awe of her. She is more beautiful in real life than in T.V. Truth is she is much more beautiful now than the last time I saw her.
Everyone was just so giddy and excited to meet her, talk to her, and ask for autographs. Puck even had her sign his "guns", which I guess what the kids today call their biceps. Some flipped open their phones and had their picture taken with her.
And Carrie, just like she would at any red carpet event smiled and obliged. She loves the attention; I almost forgot this. When we were kids, she forced herself to the center of attention.
When I was eleven, we had Thanksgiving at my grandparents' house. My dad's brother and his wife were there too. I prepared for that day. I perfected the theme from Romeo and Juliet so I could play it for my grandmother in their grand piano; she absolutely loved that piece. I did a perfect job and got praises from everyone that day. But Carrie couldn't handle that—having another kid in the spotlight.
She pushed me aside and announced that she wanted to play something too. She did a broken version of Claire de Lune. It wasn't perfect at all. It even bordered on terrible! But she was 7 and the most beautiful child in all of Ohio, she ended with a smile and everyone forgot that I was there.
"See you tomorrow, Mr. Schu!" I snapped back to see Mercedes wave to me as she followed Tina, Artie, Kurt, Brittany, Quinn and Santana, who were already by the door. The other guys must have already left the room.
"Great job today, you guys," I managed to say.
Everyone gestured a quick goodbye to Carrie, calling her by her nickname. I guess she told them to call her that. I noticed that Rachel remained in the room.
"Rachel?" I asked. I can see that Carrie also waited—mostly for her to leave, it seems.
"Carrie," she began. She wasn't even looking at me. It's like when I was eleven all over again.
"I just want you to know that I am your biggest fan in the whole wide world. I loved you even before you did primetime television, when you were in Broadway. I love you in Spring Awakening. I pestered my dads that we take our vacation in New York just so I could see you on stage. I was not allowed to go in at the time but my dads made it work." Rachel was beaming as she confessed.
Carrie beamed too as she heard this. She's obviously taking this all in.
Rachel continued, "I know you went to Julliard when you were only eleven. And I admire you so much for that."
Carrie's smile began to slowly tame.
"I want to be just like you!" Rachel concluded.
And there it was: Carrie's face froze to the half-smile she had. She was holding back her tongue, I could see. And then she relaxed. Like the Tony-award winning actress that she is, she stretched her smile to it's full.
"You don't want to be like me, Rachel," Carrie calmly told her.
I saw confusion in Rachel's face. "No, I do. I really do."
Carrie exhaled, she was getting impatient. "You should run along now. It'll be dark soon." Carrie wrapped Rachel's shoulders around her arm and slowly led her to the door.
"You're right. I'm running late on my scheduled home facial." Rachel already forgot about Carrie's confusing reply.
"Bye Rachel," Carrie said as she ushered Rachel out the door.
"Bye Carrie!" And before she completely disappeared, she called a quick, "See you, Mr. Schu!"
Carrie spun her heels. She mouthed a big Wow before walking buoyantly to me.
"That girl is something else!"
"I know," I told her.
"Come on, dinner's on me. The Holiday Inn here actually has great food…"
She was saying something else but I didn't hear it. I'm so confused. I couldn't even put this all together.
"What are you doing?" I finally said.
She was already headed out the door. My question stopped her and made her turn around. "We're going. I'm really quite famished, actually."
"No, I mean, this. Why are you here? Why did you hug me when you saw me? Why'd you hung around with the kids today? Why are you going to feed me?" The questions just wouldn't stop coming out. I've been holding it the whole time.
She didn't seem all that bothered. Impatient, but not bothered. She sighed, "Okay. Um. To see you. Because I'm happy to see you. Because I actually like them. Because I want to. Is that all?"
I shook my head, "No! That's not all! I don't know if you've forgotten, but we're not close Carrie. You don't like me and I don't like you. That's why we don't talk. At all."
Carrie smiled at me—that ridiculous smile that made everyone melt and voluntarily wrapped themselves around her little finger. I haven't seen it for sometime and I thought I was already immune to it. It sucks to find out that I'm not. I can see that she's trying to be patient.
"I haven't forgotten, William. If you'll let me, I'll give you a blow by blow of why." She raised both eyebrows. "Can we eat now?"
