Chapter 10 - Michaela's Story
September 25th, 1997 - Staten Island, New York
Everything was going to plan. I had been, admittedly, watching Tweedle-Tay for the past few days and I had perfected my imitation of him. I had just been to K-Mart to buy an outfit identical to the one I knew Tweedle-Tay would be wearing today. Sure, I looked a bit strange, going into the boys' department, but it would all be worth it. I had to get backstage at the Manson concert.
I walked confidently towards the security guards and waved. The second they saw me they freaked. "Tweedle-Tay!" one called. "Hurry up. You'll be on in a minute."
I obviously had to say something, but I had no idea what to say. "Stay cool." I said. "I'm fine."
"Good luck Tay."
I had pulled it off! "Uh, thanks."
The second I got into the Manson's backstage area, I sat back and put on my diskman. I hummed along with No Doubt for about half an hour until I saw Tweedle-Tay, Neuton and Grubbery walking towards me from a distance. I threw off my diskman and stood behind this pane of glass. I was so excited. I was about to meet my long lost brothers. And those adults, they must be my parents! I nearly screamed in excitement. As Tweedle-Tay walked past me he stopped and stared. He ran his fingers through his hair as though he was checking out his reflection. When I did not do the same he realised that I was a girl and not his reflection. He quickly walked through to the door and into the room. He looked at me strangely. "Who are you?" he asked.
This was my big chance. "My name is Michaela. Michaela Morgan. Well, Michaela Manson actually. I know this must be hard to swallow but -"
Tweedle-Tay laughed. It was a cold, nasty, bitter laugh. "Let me guess - you want to marry me?"
"No. I think that would be a bit incestuous." I smiled. "Actually, I am your long lost identical twin sister."
"This is just too scary. I'm calling security." Tweedle-Tay started walking to the door.
"No! Don't go! It's true. I was adopted out of the family on the day we were born. I don't know why our parents didn't want me........"
"I've met tonnes of crazed fans, but you take the cake."
I was hurt. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. There was supposed to be a lot of hugging and acceptance. Maybe even a recording contract. But not utter disbelief. "Well, if you don't believe me, come and look in the mirror." We walked to the mirror and stood, side by side. We looked so alike it was uncanny. There were only two small differences. I had a chest (a small one, but a chest all the same) and Tweedle-Tay was maybe half an inch taller than me. "Do you really need any more proof than this?"
"This is just too weird. You are just too weird. Why don't you get a life and go away?"
I felt around in my pocket. Sure enough, it was still there. I took my birth certificate out and silently showed it to Tweedle-Tay. He screamed in shock. "My parents wouldn't do this! They love all their children! They wouldn't send my twin sister away!!!!!!!!!"
"Well," I said. "They did. Don't think I'm happy about it." Tweedle-Tay was crying. I gave my brother a hug.
"Tay, what's going on?" Neuton entered the room. He saw us and did a double take. "Oh my god!!!!!!"
September 25th, 1997 - Staten Island, New York
Everything was going to plan. I had been, admittedly, watching Tweedle-Tay for the past few days and I had perfected my imitation of him. I had just been to K-Mart to buy an outfit identical to the one I knew Tweedle-Tay would be wearing today. Sure, I looked a bit strange, going into the boys' department, but it would all be worth it. I had to get backstage at the Manson concert.
I walked confidently towards the security guards and waved. The second they saw me they freaked. "Tweedle-Tay!" one called. "Hurry up. You'll be on in a minute."
I obviously had to say something, but I had no idea what to say. "Stay cool." I said. "I'm fine."
"Good luck Tay."
I had pulled it off! "Uh, thanks."
The second I got into the Manson's backstage area, I sat back and put on my diskman. I hummed along with No Doubt for about half an hour until I saw Tweedle-Tay, Neuton and Grubbery walking towards me from a distance. I threw off my diskman and stood behind this pane of glass. I was so excited. I was about to meet my long lost brothers. And those adults, they must be my parents! I nearly screamed in excitement. As Tweedle-Tay walked past me he stopped and stared. He ran his fingers through his hair as though he was checking out his reflection. When I did not do the same he realised that I was a girl and not his reflection. He quickly walked through to the door and into the room. He looked at me strangely. "Who are you?" he asked.
This was my big chance. "My name is Michaela. Michaela Morgan. Well, Michaela Manson actually. I know this must be hard to swallow but -"
Tweedle-Tay laughed. It was a cold, nasty, bitter laugh. "Let me guess - you want to marry me?"
"No. I think that would be a bit incestuous." I smiled. "Actually, I am your long lost identical twin sister."
"This is just too scary. I'm calling security." Tweedle-Tay started walking to the door.
"No! Don't go! It's true. I was adopted out of the family on the day we were born. I don't know why our parents didn't want me........"
"I've met tonnes of crazed fans, but you take the cake."
I was hurt. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. There was supposed to be a lot of hugging and acceptance. Maybe even a recording contract. But not utter disbelief. "Well, if you don't believe me, come and look in the mirror." We walked to the mirror and stood, side by side. We looked so alike it was uncanny. There were only two small differences. I had a chest (a small one, but a chest all the same) and Tweedle-Tay was maybe half an inch taller than me. "Do you really need any more proof than this?"
"This is just too weird. You are just too weird. Why don't you get a life and go away?"
I felt around in my pocket. Sure enough, it was still there. I took my birth certificate out and silently showed it to Tweedle-Tay. He screamed in shock. "My parents wouldn't do this! They love all their children! They wouldn't send my twin sister away!!!!!!!!!"
"Well," I said. "They did. Don't think I'm happy about it." Tweedle-Tay was crying. I gave my brother a hug.
"Tay, what's going on?" Neuton entered the room. He saw us and did a double take. "Oh my god!!!!!!"
