A/N: Sorry it took me so long to finish this chapter- I was just ungrounded and the first thing I did was type this! I hope you love it :)
All You Got Chapter 11- Give Chase
Tegan's P.O.V.
"For the hundredth time, Sara the house looks fine." I grumbled from the couch, watching Sara pace around our small living room.
"I just want everything to be perfect." she said. In my mind, I couldn't help but compare her to an animal in a cage, restless and nervous. "They'll be here any minute now. How do I look? Do you think I'll have time to change?"
"You look fantastic- as usual." I said, smiling and taking in her striped shirt and red shoes. Everything was crisp and immaculate as usual. I looked down apologetically at my plain band t-shirt and purple pants.
The doorbell rang, making Sara jump and me spring from the couch in surprise.
"You answer the door- I'll get the coffee!" Sara cried and dashed into the kitchen with remarkable speed. I quickly unlatched and opened the front door and was met, to my surprise, with three people instead of two.
"I'm Vanessa Anclote, reporter for Montreal times. You must be Sara Quin... or Tegan?" Said a lady in a red t-shirt. Seeing her casual wear, I felt relieved we hadn't dressed up.
"Tegan Quin." I said, shaking Vanessa's hand and looking up to greet the other two people.
"Oh- This is Lindsey Byrnes, the Montreal Times photographer." she gestured at a short, interesting looking woman with an expensive looking camera hanging from her neck. I shook her hand as well.
"Nice to meet you." she said in a small voice. I suppressed a flutter in my stomach- what was wrong with me?
"And this is Sam Marquette, record producer from Superclose who works with the paper sometimes. I thought you and Sara might like to meet him." A tall, imposing man nodded at me. I almost fainted- Superclose? Superclose Records? Sara would freak out when she found out.
"It's great to meet you all. Please come in." I said, following Sara's script to the tee and stepping aside to let them all into the apartment. I played with my labret piercing between my teeth as I hoped we could still be our funny and relaxed selves while we were so anxious.
"What a beautiful home." beamed Vanessa, looking around at the unusually spotless apartment.
"Thank you." I said, leading them into the living room.
"You must be Sara." Vanessa trilled, shaking Sara's hand vigorously. She motioned for everyone to sit down after introductions had been made.
"Pleas- have some coffee." Sara said primly, motioning to the mugs and coffee thermos on the table.
"Thanks, but we can't stay long. We've got an interview with The Killers later today. Did you know they're in town?" Sara and I both stifled gasps. Of course we knew they were in town... we'd been trying to get tickets for weeks before they suddenly sold out. Vanessa reached into her bag, extracting a tape recorder and a small microphone.
Woah... retro
I thought as she started the tape rolling. Everyone in the room seemed to settle into their roles quickly. Vanessa sat on the other side of the couch from Sara and I, Sam sat in the large armchair by the T.V., and Lindsey shifted around the room, the shutter of her camera clicking open and closed every few minutes when she got a good angle.
"Vanessa Anclote interviewing Tegan and Sara Quin. So... what's it like playing music with your sister?" Sara and I stared fish-mouthed at Vanessa in shock. Lindsey's camera still went click click click as if she didn't notice anything amiss.
"We're not sisters. We're, umm... actually married." I said, speaking up first because Sara seemed to have lost her voice. I motioned to our matching wedding bands. Lindsey gave a loud cough and would've dropped her camera if it weren't strapped to her neck. Sam had grabbed a music magazine from the small table by his chair and was ignoring the entire room.
"Oh- wow! I'm so sorry! You two look so alike, and with the same last name and all. Well, anyways let's move on we're wasting time. How long have you two been playing music together?" Sara answered her in a shaky voice, telling a condensed version of how we had met and discovered each other's musical interests. Eventually the tension in the room faded as Sara and I both relaxed, answering questions and bantering with each other and Vanessa. We were both still anxious, but we hid it the best we could with jokes and carefully thought out answers. By the end of the interview, Lindsey had snapped countless pictures and Sam was listening intently to everything that was said.
Just as all three guests were about to leave, running late for their appointment with the Killers, Sam the record producer stopped Sara and I before we closed the door.
"Would you mind playing a song for me?" He said in a deep, rumbling voice.
"Y-yeah... I mean, if it's alright with Tegan." Sara blurted out. I swallowed a lump in my throat.
"Of course we could." We led him back inside, retrieving our guitars from the spare room and settling onto two stools in the kitchen. Sam was hard to read as we played the song. He just sat at the kitchen table, tapping his fingers on the wood as we played one of our strongest songs- surprisingly one that I wrote.
There was a thick and awkward silence as the last bit of our song stopped echoing around us.
"Wow. That was great. You say you've only been playing for two years?" Sara nodded humbly. I could tell she still didn't see how talented she was.
"I don't usually do this, but the Killers are looking for an opening act for the Canadian leg of their tour. Would you two be interested in coming out before their show tomorrow night and meeting with the band and a couple of people from Superclose?" Sara and I almost shit bricks, our mouths both forming mumbles that hopefully resembled "yes" in some intelligible language.
"Good. I'll leave my card here. I'll be in touch later today about the time and location." Sam placed his card on the table and left the apartment without another word, leaving Sara and I shocked and maybe a little scared, still clutching our guitars.
Julie's P.O.V.
"I know something's up with you, Julie." My younger sister's voice was reproachful and knowing as she stared me down across her kitchen table.
"W-what do you mean?" I stammered, looking up from the steaming drink Sonia had prepared for me. I could barely taste it as I sipped deeply, trying to avert her gaze.
"Come on, sis. You've been over three times this week after work and you never come over on Sunday- it's your family day."
"Well... since the kids moved out-" I started my excuse referring to my two grown children, Sara's cousins.
"Don't give me that. We both know you were practically overjoyed when they left for college. Plus you asked for coffee and I gave you hot chocolate and you didn't even notice."
"There is something..."
"What?"
"I can't tell you. It would ruin everything." I buried my face in my hands, the weight of the secret almost too much to bear.
"Ruin everything? What are you talking about?"
"It's about Sara. And Tegan."
"Are they ok? Oh, God. Tell me they're not getting a divorce already."
"No! Just the opposite. They're fine- I just want to keep it that way."
"Whatever it is you can tell me. I can tell it's picking at you." She laid a hand on mine and I wiped me tears away, telling her the whole story. When it was done she sat back in her chair, sighing deeply.
"I knew it. I tried to tell myself it was just a coincidence, but I knew Tegan was more than just Sara's lover, more than just her best friend. They still have no idea, right?"
"Right." I said immediately.
"If they knew it would ruin their marriage... maybe their lives. You do realize we can never speak a word to them about either of this?"
"Never."