The Checkered Life of Erik Cantrell

Chapter Two: When Patience Pays Off


Erik won his first Accolade for Best Song. He found himself staring at it each morning when he awoke as if it had been a dream. Sitting on the dresser in the room he shared with Aaron and Joey. He found himself wondering how many times they each had picked it up, fondled it or if they even cared. Yet, it didn't sit there alone. He also had two similar trophies for Meet & Greets he had held successfully. On this day, Erik was troubled. At two different concerts, now, he'd first met and then was pleased to see again one Sandi Golden. The second time around, she brought her obvious identical twin sister with her, Astrid. He liked them both. But he was far too slow to move, apparently. While he was busy singing, that first encounter with Sandi evaporated. Erik saw her from the stage. He also saw his older brother, Aaron, busily working his magic on her. It soon became apparent, the two were made for each other. One day, Erik asked Astrid over to his house after school. Aaron asked Sandi. Before Astrid reached the front door, Joey was waiting at the base of the porch stairs. Not again.

Joey was on the shy side, so watching him through the window gave Erik pause. Little brother took one right out of his own playbook. He used The All-Potent Enchanting introduction.
Then he whipped out his latest 'invention' to share with Astrid. A strange object with a wide handle and an end that almost resembled a crescent wrench. "I invented this," he proudly proclaimed.

"W-what is it? And what does it do?"
"I don't know, but it's pretty cool don't you think?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess. Sure wish I knew what it was for, though."

Erik withdrew from the window feeling ashamed for spying on his brother. He had no claim on either of the twins. No strings were yet attached, so no reason to blame either of his brothers for getting acquainted. The girls were lovely. Who could berate his brothers for their choices? Instead, he sought out their mother.

"Mom, can I ask you something?" Erik said, finding his mother upstairs.
"Sure, Honey, what is it?"
"Why is it my brothers are Babe Magnets and I'm left holding an empty bag? Is there something wrong with me?"
"Erik, no. She'll be along when you're ready for her. You just may not be ready, quite yet. Relax, there's plenty of time."
*~*~*~*~*~

In the meantime, in Willow Creek:
"Mother," Kayleigh said. "Why haven't I met someone? Both of my sisters, and we're identical, have met guys. Brothers, in fact. Yet, here I sit practically unnoticed. What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing, dear. You'll meet him when it's time." Carina Golden said. Sandi and Astrid sitting in the livingroom adjacent to the diningroom heard the conversation. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sandi said, over her school book.
"If you're thinking you should invite Erik over, I am."
Sandi squealed. "Yes, let's." And so, she did. Erik came right over, as they knew he would. He liked to mingle with his fans and since both the sisters had become his friends, as well, there was added incentive for him to accept the invitation. They met him at the door and then called Kayleigh to come downstairs. The moment was magic. Like some kind of faerie tale, they would all recount in the coming years. Their eyes met, Erik's and Kayleigh's and nothing more needed to be said. A match made in heaven.

Instant friends, as if they'd known each other forever. "See, I told you he'd come when it was time," Carina clucked, silently.

Erik asked Kayleigh out on a date. "Want to go dancing?"
"Sure, but how did you know I'm a Dance Machine?"
"Wild guess."
*~*~*~*~*

Erik decided to take his time getting to know Kayleigh. As his mother suggested there was plenty of time. He was also a celebrity and wanted to make certain the attraction she felt wasn't due to that, too. He very much wanted to be loved for himself. Whipping out his camera, he showed her some pictures. "And that's me at my very first violin recital."
"Oh, what a darling little Sim you were." Seeing the look on his face, "And still are." She quickly amended. "Only not little. Taller, you're much taller, now." Erik smiled as her cheeks flamed red.

The two spent more time talking than dancing. The date was Legendary, and Erik got up the nerve to go ahead and attempt a First Kiss. She could always slap him if he was out of line, he reasoned.

"Shall we capture this moment? That way I can post it on my Blog before the Paparazzi try to spin things. That is, if you don't mind."

Several days later Erik had a concert. He ran up to the stage, noticing that somebody was following him at a good clip. Not only that but the somebody out-paced him, practically flying up the stairs ahead of him. He grabbed the microphone before Erik could stop him. "And now, kind audience, it is my pleasure to introduce to you, the Starlight Accolade winner for Best Song, my brother, Erik Cantrell! Let's give it up for him, Come on!"

"Haha," Erik chuckled. "Thank you, Aaron for the introduction." Erik smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Older brothers, what can we do?"

Sunday finally rolled around. Another Starlight Accolade Show, with Erik on pins and needles as if he hadn't already won one. He also pondered if Aaron was going to try to beat him to the stage, again? What is up with my brothers, of late?

Dressed in a really nice light turquoise tri-color suit, Erik was busy on the phone when his name was announced. Bad timing. Always bad timing. He finished promoting the Brand on his page and stood up. Why was there such chaos going on? The celebrities were all playing what looked like a game of Musical Chairs. They would randomly pop up out of their seats, mill around for a bit before taking a different chair again. Seemed as if he would never make it to the microphone. At last, he did. Picking up the Starlight Accolade, he nearly dropped it. "Whoa, this beastie doesn't get any lighter, does it?" he said. Then he took a moment to center himself. His emotions were all over the place.

"I really had no expectation of winning this tonight," he began, taking the time to enjoy the moment. He found himself almost fondling the trophy. "I hope you like the fact that I dressed up, this time. See? I do have suits in my closet." The audience chuckled and Erik felt himself loosen up. "I never thought I would feel even more excited than the first time, but I do. Thank you so much for his honor."

"But seriously, I would like to thank my Mom and my Dad for putting up with those uncomfortable years of music lessons. When first learning the violin the entire family walked around with earplugs in. I can't say that I blame them. It's pretty screechy in the beginning. Hurt my own ears, as well." And then Erik gave that little laugh most found so endearing. "I could never have achieved any of this, without my family. Thank you to my four brothers and my only sister, as well. To Missus Marchan, my music teacher. And everyone else for putting up with me. I love you, all."

"Oh, not again. The water works." Erik quickly wiped away the tear by slipping his index finger under the wire-rim of his glasses. Then he raised the heavy glass and metal trophy high above his head. To you, oh Lord.

Chapter Three: An Interesting Twist

Despite it being a vacation from school, so far, the mean hot summer schedule was harder than Erik imagined it could be. Starting off with his very first nomination, which lead to a second nomination, to which he was quite pleased.

Before the end of the first week, Erik's focus took a very interesting turn. Suddenly, even though he was totally unconscious of it, his acting abilities busily simmering, erupted to the surface. The sensation that ran through him was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Who was watching him so closely? And why?

After that came the invitations to take character parts in major movies. The scenes and the way movies were made intrigued him. The roles surprisingly meaty for this newcomer expected to pull off a rather dramatic solo-bit.

Erik spent a great deal of time down at the Taygeta Studios, churning out album after album. He only had one week of high school to go after the summer break and shortly thereafter the four eldest kids in the family would be off to Britechester-U. He had personal goals he set for himself. He wanted ten released with three in the can, to be released one for each Term to keep himself front and center. He understood his father's reasoning for him to go to university, in case something untoward should happen, scuttling his career, but at the same time, trying to keep him out-of-the-limelight all on its own could wreak havoc on his career. That's when he and Kayleigh came up with this plan. She was the perfect fit for him. So supportive.

At the Wake of Time was his sixth album, followed closely by Four Chords to Destiny. Redirected Future was album number eight. Behind the Veil was number Nine. And, finally, Just Erik, II his tenth album.

The kids all attempted to make the most of their vacation. Erik, if he wasn't calling to chat on the phone, certainly made a point to text Kayleigh every morning and then again in the evening, just to wish her a good night. In between it all, he also held concerts. Then came the third nomination. Erik was nearly quaking with the news. What if he should fail? What if his song wasn't selected as the Best? In order to keep himself from having a meltdown, he organized outings.

Dinner out at Giorgio's Italiano, with Kayleigh, where they talked a lot. Erik was always discovering new things about her. And, he was falling hopelessly in love. Sometimes, in the course of their deeper conversations, she would win a point in the discussion and just get up to emphasize it. He loved that about her, although sometimes it stung a bit, too.

Dropping her off back home, her sisters were there to act like the fans they were. Jumping up and down, putting their hands over their faces and attempting to gain his attention. At once point, he just gazed over at Sandi, waved and smiled, and then did the same with Astrid. Giggling when he did so. Erik stood still for a moment, keeping his eyes on Kayleigh's.

Finally, her sisters went back inside. Erik could say goodnight, almost in private. The Paparazzi all but tethered themselves to him. So, he gave her a kiss on the cheek, instead of the deeper kiss he craved. And why is the Paparazzi dressed just like me?

Sunday, after Church, they all decided to go bowling. Erik had some pent-up tension he needed to expel. What a joke that was. Nothing seemed to work. The four plus lanes were empty, but for some odd reason they couldn't get the girls to bowl with them. Then they were surrounded with cameras and whatnot. Erik decided to just go ahead and throw a ball. He hadn't bowled in so very long he was likely rusty. Not that he was very good in the first place.

Selecting a ball, Erik got on the lane, set the ball, and drew in a quiet breath. The room was very noisy. When he was ready, he took the steps while drawing his arm back to finally fling it from his hand down the lane. Not bad form, he decided.

PBP Studios was his next stop. All gussied up, showered and refreshed, Erik reminded himself to breathe deeply to help calm his churning emotions. Unlike the nightmares, the Host showed up and actually presented awards. Whew, one phaser blast dodged. To his complete astonishment, his name was announced for Best Song. By now, he almost had the statement memorized. He was three for three. Getting to his feet, he glanced around at his peers. Judith Ward smiled widely. Dirk Dreamer nodded, as did Thorne Bailey, whom he could now call his friend. Erik's head was in a fog, however. Nothing seemed real.

Until, that is, he was handed the still-heavy trophy. Just like the first time, Erik noticed his hands were a bit sweaty. He really had to fight to keep from dropping the heavy, glass and gold trophy. He smiled at the audience, stepped a bit closer to the mic and began his acceptance speech. The one he forgot to write, so he simply had to wing it. "I have to say, I'm shocked and humbled to be standing here again. It's almost embarrassing," he began. Glancing about the audience, he said, "Thank you for this Honor, again." Finally, he put his hand to his mouth and threw kisses at the attendees, making certain at one point to gaze directly into the TV camera. "Thank you, and good night, everyone."

The house seemed inordinately quiet upon his return. Taking a look around, he ended up checking the laundry room. He didn't know why but sometimes they liked to congregate in this room. "Erik," Brianna said, as he drew near, throwing her arms around his neck. "I'm so very proud of you." I knew you were going to win again," she said with a wink. She was so tiny, he noticed she was up on her toes, like a ballerina.
"Oh, you did, did you? And to think you said nothing." He smirked.
"Why would I spoil the moment for you? Part of the fun is the anticipation, right?"
"Yeah, so thanks for not spoiling it." He grinned.
And then they were joined by his mother and two of his brothers. "I brought you a sandwich," Louise said, as she squeezed her way passed her other two sons.
"Thanks, Mom, how did you know I was hungry?"
"A mother knows. I'm so very proud of you, son." she hugged her second child tightly.

"Hey, give us a chance to congratulate him, too, okay?" Joey said. Louise released Erik and Joey, nearly squeezed the life out of his older brother.
"Okay, same to you, bud," Aaron said. "I've known him longer." Joey stepped away and Aaron pulled Erik into a bear-hug. Again, Erik felt as if they were going to squeeze the life out of him."
"Thanks, but please don't break me," Erik stepped toward the door, in the sizeable room. "Anybody know where Dad is? Has Adrian gone to bed already?"
"Try the dining room. He's been working on that Scholarly paper that's due," Louise said.
"I love you guys, you know that, right?" Erik said, as he left the laundry room. Stepping into the archway between the kitchen and the Butler's Pantry, he spied his father, standing in the archway from the dining room. To Erik it almost felt like a showdown. "Hey, son, you're back. How did it go?"
"You didn't watch?" Erik couldn't keep the disappointment from his voice. His father looked chastened, for which the son regretted.
"No, I'm sorry, I had this darned paper. My boss has been all over me to finish it."
"I'm sorry, Dad. Did you get it done, at least?"
"Yes, finally, but by then the show was over. Guessing from the general hoopla I heard from the living room, that you won?"
"Yeah, by the grace of God, yeah."
"Come here, I love you so much, Erik. I can't even begin to tell you how proud I am of your accomplishments."
"I love you, too, Dad," Erik choked out, sounding like a sob, as his emotions bubbled forth. When did things get so hard between us?

Joseph gave his son another squeeze. "Sorry, I have to go give a final edit to the paper."
"Okay, but don't work too late," Erik grinned. "You have school in the morning."
"I bet you've been chomping at the bit to use that one on me," Joseph said. Erik just grinned.
"Hey, there you are, " Adrian said, as he entered the Butler's Pantry. "I heard you were home. Nice job. Say, my teacher asked me to do an interview with you if you won again. So, how does it feel?"
"You're teacher? School is out for Summer, Dude." Erik folded his arms over his chest, nodding his head.
"Okay, you caught me. I have a vlog. I thought it would be cool if I could interview you. So, how does it feel?"
"Grand, it feels grand."
"So, are the girls all chasing after you trying to tear your clothes off for a souvenir?"
"What? Where do you come up with this stuff? No, no they aren't, should they be? Do you think my career's in trouble?" then Erik burst into laughter. Adrian just frowned.
"No, I think you'll survive," he said, scribbling a quick note on a small electronic pad.
"Well, thank you very much for your confidence. I'm going to bed, now."

Chapter Four: Misdirection, Disinformation or Just Plain Fake News, Part One

Erik Cantrell knew in his heart just who he wanted by his side for the rest of his life. He felt fortunate, too, that he met her so early. One never knew how long their stay on Earth was going to be, so cementing their relationship now, would give them that many more years. So, he invited his best girl out to the Star Club over in NewCrest. The place was rather High-End and his business was equal to that status.

The couple were seated on the mezzanine level in the back corner. Erik was pleased. Unfortunately, the location lent itself to high visibility at the same time. There was something nefarious in using the celebrity of Sims to further their business. It was what it was and so he shrugged. Sadly, it wasn't long before the two were no longer alone. The Paparazzi seemed to come right out of the woodwork. Like so many cockroaches ."You look wonderful, tonight," he told Kayleigh.
"Oh, you're so sweet, but I feel underdressed in this old rag."

Sitting there having their pictures taken, the endless flashes, an idea germinated in the Rock Star's mind. He wasn't about to allow this aspect of his fame to keep him from his purpose, nor to spoil any other special moments in his life. If only they would allow him to have a life. He did his best to pose for them, answer their questions, give interviews. He tried to be generous. Why couldn't they afford him the same courtesy?
At last, they withdrew. In the blink of an eye Kayleigh also changed her dress to a more formal gown. When and how did she do that ? Taking her by the hand, they stood next to the table. "I liked the other dress, but I like this one even more." And then he took her hand and kissed it.
"Erik, what are you up to? I can always tell when you have something on your mind, or up your sleeve."
"Oh, just a little token, really," he said. Standing there gazing at her, realizing jus how much he loved her and just how very beautiful she was, he slipped his right hand into his pants' pocket. Holding up a ring, he said, "Will you promise to marry me?" Kayleigh's large blue eyes got very wide.
"This looks like an awfully big rock for a Promise ring, don't you think?"
Crestfallen, Erik crinkled his brow. "Does this mean you're saying no?"
Kayleigh, leaned her head to one side, struggling against the grin that threatened to brighten up her entire face. Clearly, she was having a hard time to keep from giggling. "I didn't say that. Of course, I promise to marry you."
Erik noticeably relaxed. He handed her the ring, which she slipped onto her left ring finger.
"I love you," he murmured as he kissed her.
"I love you, too."

By the time they took their seat, not only was the Paparazzi near at hand, but his new friend Bryanti Cho was calling wildly to get their attention. This made Erik worry. "I know this moment is special to us, but for now I think we should keep things under wraps." He whispered to his date.
"Why?" Kayleigh said, dismissively. "Just because the rag mags, the Trends, will gobble this news up like a cat laps at milk? I have no idea of what you're talking about." She winked.

The summer was drawing to a close. Erik worked extra hard and now had enough music compiled for three more albums. As they had done in high school, the kids were all planning on taking the accelerated courses in Uni so that they could graduate in three terms. Just being promised to Kayleigh wasn't enough Erik was learning. Soon, he found himself anxious to get officially engaged and married. Before Uni. He realized they might draw fire from both sets of parents, but he had been doing some research. There was a residence, open to students. Four bedrooms, three bathrooms, the seven of them could make it work. This way he and Kayleigh could begin their life together without being in the midst of strangers. So, he called her up and took her to Volpe Park in Henford-on-Bagley.

They barely got there and toasted themselves on their promised status. "I made certain not to wear the ring, like you said," Kayleigh began. "Those busybody Sims armed with cameras have been hanging around my parents' house, too. What are we going to do? I don't want them all up in our business. Should we have an argument, it will be all over the Trends and the news, for pity's sake. There's got to be something we can do about it."
Maybe there is something we can do about it," Erik replied.  Before, he could even get the ring box out of his jacket pocket, a group of fans and Paparazzi surrounded them. Bryanti Cho was among them, which made him wonder just what she was up to anyway? Leaving the box in his pocket, he grabbed up a small device, instead.
"Okay, Babe, I've got another place I wanted to show you. Come on," he said, taking her by the hand. With the click of a button on an electronic device, off they transported to the Ruins in Windenberg. At times like this Erik realized it was good to be rich.
"Ah, the Ruins, Erik, what are we doing here? It's so hot." Kayleigh fanned herself with her hands. It really was so arid, despite being near the bluffs overlooking the ocean.
"Trying to find a moment alone," he said.
"But you haven't answered my question," she said. "I'm about to evaporate from this heat."
"Patience, my Love, I want to know we're truly alone." and then he was down on a knee.
"Erik, we're already promised, what are you doing, now?"
"Asking you to marry me." Erik held up the ring, the diamond caught the sunlight and glittered all the more.
"Oh, my gosh, I can't believe it's even bigger than the Promise ring."
Erik gave her his best slow grin. "Bigger promise," he quipped. "So, what do you say? Shall we?" It was Kayleigh's turn to grin. She took the ring from his hand, and held it up, saying, "Well, I don't know, let's see if it fits, first," she teased. she immediately slipped it onto her left ring finger with ease. "Oh, look at that, it does."
Erik remained on his knee, "Well?" he prompted.
Again, she smiled widely, "Guess that means I should say Yes, yes, YES."
"You do know how to give a guy apoplexy, don't you?" Erik said, sweeping her off of her feet.
"You love it and you know it," she said, coyly.
"I love you," he said.

The more he thought about it, the more the idea niggling at the back of his head grew in strength. Sparked by her suggestion that an argument would spur news reports, the idea had a stranglehold on him. Maybe that was the answer to their dilemma? The only way he could conceive of throwing the press off the track of his and Kayleigh's relationship was to have them break up in public.
He could see where it could get tricky and difficult to pull off, but both of them had been in Drama class together and she was pretty good at it. The thing was to convince her that first of all, it was only an act to throw the hounds off of the scent and secondly, when the timing was right, they would confess to the ruse.

Erik spent a rather unsettled night, tossing and turning. Breaking things off in public would only work if they ceased to be seen together. This meant no outings, not even with their siblings. That was a hard thought. He was used to being in contact with her texting her twice daily, sometimes more often if there was no way they could even steal five minutes together. However, they would also have to curb that habit, too. Her phone had already been hacked, once. Wouldn't be at all convincing should they continue to text each other. He wanted their nuptials to be private. Even as patient as she had always been in regard to Erik's public, she expressed dismay most recently. Erik just wanted to give her all he could and to make her happy. He recalled reading or hearing somewhere the idiom, 'happy wife, happy life.'

Erik wondered just how Kayleigh would receive his solution to their problem. He took her out to the Spice Festival. "I think I have a solution to our problem. Please hear me out on this. If you don't agree, it's a non-starter," he began. And so he told her his plan. Her reaction was less than what he expected.
"You want to do what?" Erik strode off to the Swag Stall to help him cool off. She was really very angry at him. It smarted, too. He should have realized she wouldn't like it, he thought. Later, after he'd purchased the Spice T-shirts for them and changed into his, he tried his best to cajole her out of her disgruntled mood. It didn't work and Erik felt duly chastened.

But, on another occasion, they went to Henford-on-Bagley for the day. There was some property there he wanted to check out. They talked about having a house built so it was now just a question of where. They stopped by the Tavern and both were reminded of just how intrusive his Public really was. As the two talked one of the Sims who lived there abruptly put her arms around both of them intruding on their private conversation. This took them both aback. Kayleigh looked at Erik and he returned her gaze.
Reluctantly, she agreed. "Okay, what do you need me to do?" she asked, a heavy sigh escaping with her words.
"Just follow my lead," he said.

A few days later, he had another concert. "Follow me up onto the stage," he said. Kayleigh climbed the short stairs to stand near him on the platform. "Okay, here comes somebody. It's showtime. What are you doing," he suddenly roared, throwing his hands up into the air, in a mock rant, that sounded quite convincing. "This is my stage. I want you off of it!"
"Your stage. Mister Cantrell. You may be a Global Superstar and all, used to having your way all of the time. But, I'll have you know this is a Public Park. All are welcome!" Don't over do, it, Honey.
"Arrrrgh!" he said, putting his hands over his face. "You're a stubborn Sim. It's over. How many times do I have to tell you that? It was fun, it was real, but it's OVER."
"Humph!" she shot back.
"Yes. It's public property, but Orion Entertainment, Limited has leased the stage for today. So, it's not open-to-the-public, per se. Certainly, not the stage!"
Kayleigh's voice grew quieter, even in tone, as she said, "Don't tell me it's over, buster. I'll decided when it's over. And, I say, it's over as in I don't want to see you anymore. Got that? Good. Oh, and lose my phone number, okay."
Erik watched as she made her way off of the stage in a huff. Dang, you're better than I thought. --- Did we just break up?

Down among the audience two female fans were having an animated discussion.
"Did you just hear that? I don't think they realized the mic was live," The first one said.
"No, maybe not, but if she just dumped him, I'll be there to pick up the pieces."

Erik wandered over to the mic/karaoke rig. "Sorry about that, just a little domestic dispute. Don't worry, we'll be fine. No, really, it's all good."

After the concert Erik dashed off to a photoshoot, once he returned to the park he took care of the plates of Ambrosia his Obsessed fans had a tendency to leave around. Many of his fans were still at the park, so he was certain to put on his best pouty face and express Sadness to drive home the point.

Chapter Five: Misdirection, Disinformation or Just Plain Fake News AKA The WEEKEND part two


Kayleigh didn't wish to choose between her two sisters, so she asked Brianna to be her Maid of Honor. Brianna was delighted, as she was already planning her own wedding and intended to have the triplets be her Bridesmaids. Taking her role very seriously, she began the Weekend with a morning at the Spa down in NewCrest. The place was well spoken of, and the clientele were high end, themselves. Not that Brianna cared about that, but her brother was a Global Celebrity. She also wanted to make this coming event special for Kayleigh and her sisters.

"We'll start off with Van Haute Estate Meloire, if you please," she said to the Mixologist on duty.
With their glasses of juice in hand, the four Sims took seats in the foyer. The Bride-to-be with Astrid, on one side, and Brianna and Sandi on the other side.

"I would like to propose a toast to the four of us," Kayleigh said, sitting on the settee in the lounge portion of the Spa.
"To us," the four girls chorused.

After the juice, the girls pursued various activities. Brianna chose to have a facial and a hand massage, while Kayleigh and Astrid tried Yoga. Sandi seemed to have disappeared for the time. Maybe she's just slow in changing or having a massage?

Next, Brianna had a manicure. Normally, she kept her nails short, since she spent much of the summer analyzing artifacts for the local museum.
Her favorite brother was going to be married on Monday, a good excuse to pamper herself. Besides, what better way to show off her own engagement ring, than to have some beautiful nails?

Come Friday evening, the men lured Erik out to the bar in Willow Creek. Joseph, Sr., Drake, Spock, Aaron, and Joey were there. An impromptu Bachelor's party, of sorts. They meandered up to the bar and ordered some drinks and a platter of hummus and pita bread. Regular patrons also filed into the small bar. Erik took the time to sign a few autographs. "There you go," he smiled.

Then Captain Drake Golden gave a toast, although he had a rather strange look on his face, which made Erik wonder if his heart was truly in it. Or he's giving me a very subtle threat. Okay, Soldier-Boy, which is it?

Giving his fan and future father-in-law a confident gaze, "I promise I'll take good care of your daughter," Erik said. At the same time, he could feel the disappointment of the fan standing next to him. Nothing like inadvertently letting the 'cat-out-of-the-bag'. He shrugged. Hoist on my own Petard.

After many of the invited guests and the others left, Erik decided to play the piano. Shortly, thereafter, they all went home. With so much going on this weekend, rest was the order of the evening.

Saturday rolled around. Erik had spent a very restless sleep. Despite the air-conditioner being on, it was as hot as blazes all that sleepless night long. He still went out and performed two concerts, followed by two separate magazine photoshoots, SimTeenBeat, and SimLitHits, respectively. This was good. Then he got called to do another bit part, a Character Part, for another major film. He just hoped and prayed he wasn't being Type-Cast. But acting was fun. Despite the unrelenting heat and his full schedule, Erik expected to be exhausted. Instead, he found himself energized. Must the 'high' my brothers get working out. He grabbed a cooling shower and gussied up. After wrestling with his situation, he decided on a new plan of action. He picked up the burner-phone he'd gotten to contact Kayleigh, lest his phone, too, had been hacked. Then he set it aside. He felt horrible about trying to hide his relationship from his fans and the Paparazzi, even if he was only trying to please the love of his young life. Erik felt a pang of guilt as he held his real phone up to his ear, waiting for her to answer. "Kayleigh, there you are. I was beginning to think you'd gone out for the evening. Meet me at the Romance Festival?"

The couple arrived on the festival grounds, which was swarming with all kinds of Sims. Even one of Erik's most Obsessed fans. In fact, since Erik appeared to be available, he shorn his clothes and tried to kiss Erik. Erik deftly placed a hand on the smelly guy's shoulder and pushed him away. "I keep telling you guys, I'm not wired that way. Kayleigh, so good to see you. I've missed you so much." A flood of flashing lights, accompanied by the clacking sounds of digital pictures being snapped. Oh, good, my friends the Paparazzi are here.

Again the same fan, David, tried to foist himself upon his idol. Erik frowned at him, and shoved him away, a second time. "I told you I'm not wired that way, now beat it." After the Sim slumped off, Erik grabbed Kayleigh's hand. "C'mon, Kayleigh, let's get some of the Sakura Tea. I hear it has magical properties. Then we can sit down and talk." Erik held the teacup under the flow of the fountain, filling it to the brim. He sipped at it, trying to keep it from spilling, realized just how tasty it was and continued sipping at it. The tea had a most curious effect on him. He felt unusually empowered, enamored and willing to show it. He filled the second cup hoping Kayleigh would enjoy it, too.

Taking a seat on the bench where Kayleigh had planted herself, refusing the tea altogether, he began to wonder if she really had called things off that fateful day? She just looked at him, saying nothing. Awkward, much. "I've really missed you. Babe. Give us another chance?" He said loudly enough so others standing nearby could hear. He even tried to offer the second cup of tea, again. No use.
"Missed me?" Kayleigh lowered her voice to a whisper, "Erik, this was all your idea," she seethed, "I'm just going along for the ride on this one." Her expression wasn't what Erik hoped for. Instead of lighting up at the sight of him, as she used to, he felt nothing short of cold prickles emanating from her person. Leaning over to cuddle, he said, "I see, you're going to play hard-to-get. Okay, that's fair." Trying to woo her, he said, "Your eyes are as bright as the twinkling stars in the black sky above, …"

Kayleigh gave him a look, her brow furrowed with the glower she cast at him. Are you acting? Sighing, she said, "Is that all you've got?"
"C'mon, Babe, work with me," he said trying to hide his dismay. "There's a wedding arch over there," he said, swallowing the rest of his tea and then downing the second unwanted cup in one gulp. "Wow, this stuff sure packs a punch. C'mon, let's do it. Right here, right now?"
"Do what? I'm not woohooing in public."
Erik glared at her with that. "Not asking you to. I'm asking you to marry me, right here, right now. Blame it on the Sakura Tea. I feel impetuous. C'mon, let's do it." While he talked, he held her by the hand and gently brought her over to the wedding arch until they were standing in front of it. Kayleigh was balking at the notion. She crossed her arms over her chest, as if to lock herself away from him completely.
"I've decided you're crazy. What about our families? They have jumped through hoops to keep our," here she lowered her voice to a whisper, "wedding a secret? You want to get married tonight? Right now?"
"Sure, why not?" he said, taking her hands in his.
"I'll tell you why not. Our families will be hurt after all they have done to make things private, how can we ever explain this to them?"

Erik paused for a moment. He knew she was right on one level, but he could no longer wait. "We will simply renew our vows in front of them. They won't be the wiser. I've thought this all out."
"Hm, you mean like you did the first part of this charade? I don't know," she said, but unlocked her arms from her chest.
"Tell me, what do you know?" he said, gazing into her eyes.
"That I love you and I've never once stopped loving you."

"Ah, music to my ears. That's what I needed to hear." Again Erik reached for her hands, she didn't pull away to his intense relief. "Kayleigh Anne Golden, I take you to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold until death us do part."
"And I take you, too, Erik James Cantrell, to be my seriously demented Sim of a husband. To have and to hold until death us do part."
"With this ring," he raised his voice for the small gathering crowd, "I thee wed!"
Kayleigh pulled the ring she had for Erik out of her pocket and proceeded to slip it onto his ring finger. "With this ring, I thee wed," she said.

"I now pronounce you Sim and wife, came the electronic voice from the top of the pink floral decorated arch, along with a downpouring of confetti. "Did we just do what I think we did? Is this for real?" Kayleigh said.
"Yes, it's real," said an onlooker. My parents got married here, too. Congratulations."

Sun shone brightly through the window, tickling Erik's eyelids. Must have dozed off. Checking the time on his watch he sprang out of bed, showered, shaved and otherwise made ready for Services. Then he began to chuckle. We did it, we're married. Wiping the grin off of his face, lest he give things away again, he finished grooming himself. Stepping out of the bathroom, he nearly bumped right into Aaron. "Hey, sleepyhead, watch where you're going," Aaron grumbled.

"I see you're your usual sunny-disposition. How can you grumble on such a glorious morning as this?"
After Services, the family made themselves busy. Tomorrow was Erik's wedding day, some of them clucked as they saw to the completion of the little details. The place looked marvelous. The pretense was a Labor Day celebration. Once inside, however, clothing would be changed into formal attire and a small, intimate, formal wedding would take place. Erik just grinned at the thought. Most just believed he was in such a mood, in anticipation. Come the early evening, he donned his new suit and headed down to the PBP Studios for the Starlight Accolades. "Hey, if you get a chance tune in. Who knows? Maybe I'll own this night like I will own tomorrow," he called merrily as he stepped out of the front door. With a press of a button, he beamed over to the PBP Studios lot. Greeting a few fans who hung out hoping for a glimpse of their favorite star, Erik smoothed the front of his suit jacket and went inside. He took a seat. He longed for the time when Kayleigh could be seated right next to him. Tonight wasn't it

Lost in his thoughts, again, he barely heard the announcement about the aural beauty … Goes to Erik Cantrell!
Taking the stage, he gave quiet thanks to his Maker. "I can't believe this. Thank you — again! This is such an unbelievable honor." He held up the trophy. Heavier than he remembered, he braced the bottom with his other hand. "I want to thank Taygeta Studios for the terrific job of mixing they do and for trusting my instincts. My fans, my family, and all of you who have helped me along the way. I love you, All!" He gestured toward the audience with the sparkling Accolade. Trusting his right hand to hold it, he placed his left hand over his mouth and threw symbolic kisses at the audience. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

When Erik got home he looked at his stash of trophies. I need another shelf.

Chapter Six: Misdirection, Disinformation or Just Plain Fake News AKA The WEEKEND, part three

From the get-go, things went a little wonky. If Erik worried about his own gaffs, he was glad he made a big deal at the Romance Festival. Openly sharing. Then he began to worry. Had someone or someones blabbed about last night's moment? Was his family privy to the ruse? He couldn't think of any other reason many of them came to the house dressed in their formal wear. They were supposed to come casually dressed and change once here. Yet, here they were, the men in dark blue suits and the bridesmaids in their matching dresses, each of a different color, although Erik was aware this was a thing, these days.

In they came, while not only was his Stan on the front porch, taking advantage of the unlocked gate, as he caught a glimpse of her through the window, but he also spied a Paparazzi standing in the street of the cul-de-sac. Consulting her phone! Thankfully, Kayleigh arrived while it was still dark outside. Erik couldn't sleep either, the second night in a row. He let her in and ushered her up to Brianna's suite so she could change.

"Do you think they know? Kayleigh said, as they waited in the foyer for their grand entrance.
"Not likely, unless somebody spread the word last night. I haven't seen anything on my Simstagram. That would explode, I'm certain."
"What do we do? I mean, what if they ask questions?"
"We say our vows, just like we did last night, only kindly leave out the commentary on my mental state, this time, okay? I love you. And by the way you look gorgeous."

The sounds of the Wedding March came from the Grand Piano. Joey, Jr. was busy playing away. The couple drew in a deep breath and walked to the beautifully adorned Wedding Arch.
"No time like the present," Erik said, taking his bride's hands in his. He was clearly nervous. Erik stood as still as a statue. A silent statue, at that. Kayleigh smiled, trying to silently reassure him. Finally, he spoke, "Kayleigh Anne Can — Golden," Erik faltered. "I take thee to be my lawfully wedding wife …" leaning closer to her, "Sorry 'bout that," he whispered.
"Not your only gaffe," she returned, "You forgot to take off your ring," she whispered. Then added, "Gosh, I hope I don't fall to pieces, too." shaking her long golden blonde hair, she gave Erik's hands a little squeeze. "Erik James Gold — Cantrell," she winked. "I take you to be my lawfully wedded husband."

The family began to laugh. Erik hoped they put it all down to nerves. He even fumbled with her ring, to help direct them to that line of thinking. What he really was doing was removing his own ring, and deftly placed it into her palm. And then both he and Kayleigh started to laugh. Almost hysterically. "Ha ha ha — With this ring, I thee wed."
Placing the warm gold ring back onto Erik's hand she said, "With this ring I thee wed."

Leaning in close to her again, Erik whispered, "I love you more today than I did yesterday. You are my life."
"Oh, my sweet, sweet husband, I love you, too."

"I hear there's cake, this time," Erik quietly said. The couple walked over to the banquet table covered in a blue fine-linen cloth to cut the cake. As they each put a bite on their forks and fed each other the first bite, Erik whispered, "And so, my dear children, that's how your mother and I came to be married, twice."
Kayleigh laughed and slapped playfully at his arm. "Sh," she warned.

The hour was late, or very early depending on which way you looked at it. Four o'clock or just after. Erik was wide awake. He had a date. Kayleigh dressed in a casual outfit left the Cantrell House after the families finished celebrating Labor Day. For the second time, the two didn't have a wedding night. This was unacceptable, so Erik concocted yet another plan. This time he hoped things panned out the way it was intended. So far, the only thing they had been successful at was breaking up in public, getting back together in public and then getting married. Twice. He really, really, really felt married, yet it hadn't been consummated. For the longest time, in the chill of the early morning, he waited. No Kayleigh. He stood at the top of the dirt path, watching. Finally, he saw movement.

"There you are, I was beginning to think you weren't going to make it," Erik said, taking her hand. They chatted as he led her away from the path.
"Sorry, I overslept. Then it was hard to get out of the double bunk without Astrid noticing. Mostly she's all over the bed. I had to lift her arm off of me. I tend to have to cliff-hand all night. Sandi is the only one of us who has a bed to herself, the top bunk."
"Here we are, the bridal suite," he said.
"Bridal suite? It's a bush."
"Yes, yes, it is. But I've heard others talk about it."
"Well, what are you waiting for, the sun will be up pretty soon," she said, swatting him on the fanny.
"Oh, okay, yeah." Erik stepped carefully into the odd-shaped green bush that sprouted red flowers.
Kayleigh dove in right after him.

After a time, they decided to come out. After a long time, that is.
"Is the coast clear?" she asked.
"Maybe, I'm not sure," Erik said, popping his head through the branches to have a look.
"Yeah, I think we're safe, come on out," Erik said. Trying to peek over his broad should, Kayleigh also poked her head out.
"Well, that was risky, but fun," she said with a smile.

"I hope you don't mind, but we're going to have to put-off our honeymoon until after Uni," Erik said.
"That's okay. We've had a wedding 'night' and it was worth the wait. I love you, my dear Husband. But no more goofy plans, okay?"
"You've got a deal."

Chapter Seven: Surprise!


Early Friday morning, Erik crawled out of the top bunk. He could hear Adrian in the room next door scuffling about, too. The two shared this day in common. Besides being the last day of class for the grade they were each in, it was also their joint birthday. Erik was just thirteen when Adrian decided to make his entrance into this world, much to Erik's chagrin. Louise kissed Erik on the cheek and then left for the hospital. Happy birthday to me. Just what I needed another brother. As the years went by, Erik realized having this baby brother wasn't as bad as he first made it out to be. Adrian on the whole was a nice little fella. Short for his age, though he was, when Erik saw him age-up he was stunned. Since they had just thrown a birthday bash on Wednesday, their parents decided to take the family out to dinner at the Old Home Place, Steak & Grille. A favorite eatery of the Cantrell family. Log cabin in style, this had to be another relic of times gone by.

The causal nature of the place suited them just fine. What really made this outing special is that Kayleigh was sitting right next to him. The family had really taken to her and already she was considered one of the family, even if the two were living apart for the time. University-bound as they all were, the parents decided the very young couple didn't need any problems to disrupt their pursuit of a degree. Not that a grandchild was a bad thing, just that the timing may well be off. A pregnant Sim wasn't allowed into University, for some very strange reason. She could take class from home, but then again, they would still be living apart, which the couple agreed was wholly unacceptable.

Erik was more than pleased to be at the Old Home Place, Adrian, too. The new teen campaigned for a mere chocolate cake, but Erik's request for the Blue Confetti ruled the day. As soon as it was brought out, Erik tasted the frosting, allowing his little brother the joy of blowing out the candles, which he finally succeeded in doing after his second try. "You need to work on your lungs, Bro," Erik teased.
While they awaited their dinner, they indulged in the deliciousness of the blue confetti.

After the wonderful evening, they dropped Kayleigh off at her father's home, just a few blocks away from the restaurant. Erik hugged her lovingly, wishing never to have to let her go. Now that they were married, it seemed he saw her less than prior. Not the way he imagined things.

Sunday rolled around. The Cantrells met the Goldens at Services, where Kayleigh snaked her way through the nave to stand next to Erik. They discreetly held hands throughout the long Liturgy. Then the Cantrells, Kayleigh included, dashed back to The Cantrell House. Today was Joey's birthday. A much more subdued celebration was planned. Joey really didn't like crowds, on the whole. Just family suited him fine.

"Make a wish," Erik said. "And make it a good one." After indulging in a piece of cake, Erik and Kayleigh headed upstairs via the back stairs to the gaming room where they tested each other in an all-out winner-take-all campaign of Foosball. Erik was actually winning, but he let a few balls escape his attention, but don't tell Kayleigh that. She left shortly thereafter believing she rightly and fairly held the new title.

Erik ran after here, "Hey, what's the rush? Are you going to leave without letting me give you the gift I bought for you at the Henford Festival?"
"You bought me a gift?" Feigning surprise.
"Well, yeah, your birthday is tomorrow. Besides, I was hoping you could stay a little while longer."
"I would, but the Accolades Show is tonight."
"Yeah, it's every Sunday. So?"
"Erik, I think you should go."
"Why? I'm not even nominated for anything."
"Oh, don't turn into one of those, please. You should go to support your new friends. They were there for you, after all."
"Okay, I'll go. But I'll be back as soon as it's over. Wait for me?"
"I have one last day of high school, just like you did. Good night, Erik. I love you." Giving him a quick kiss, that fast she was gone. Erik sighed.

Reluctantly, Erik went inside. He took his time changing into his new red suit. Brushed his teeth, gussied up, sprayed himself with cologne and used his breath spray. He barely made it down to the PBP Studios. Just in time to hear the announcement, "Roll out the red carpet, it's time for the Starlight Accolades! Rushing inside, he grabbed a seat in the second row, as was customary for him. He applauded for Thorne Bailey, Holly Alto. Even Judith Ward received an award. Smiling, shaking hands, giving the thumbs up. Then to his amazement he heard his name announced. "Say, what?"

Dumbfounded, he just stood at the microphone for a moment, trying to process what just happened. He received no such notice of a nomination. This made number five. Five. He didn't even know which song, then realized it was for Best New Artist. He shrugged. Nah, can't be. After a few more moments of the awkward silence, he found his voice. "I'm nearly speechless, which I know makes many of you happy," he grinned. "This is just so unexpected. Really, I wouldn't even be here, but for my lovely wife. I came to support my friends. Wow. Thank you, I love you all!"

Throwing kisses at the audience, he said, "And I do mean all of you!"

Chapter Eight: Reflections


University was a time of growth. A time to examine who a Sim was and what they wanted to become. Erik wasn't left out of this process. Newly married, his career skyrocketing, exploding really. He had won five Starlight Accolades. So, he had to ask himself why he so bothered that their parents, both sets, had been right? All seven of them arrived at Dark Wing House late Wednesday evening. The place was fully furnished, so they only had their personal items to bring in.

Erik had only seen the place online. The camera angles always distorted what a room really looked like. He and Kayleigh claimed what was deemed the Master Bedroom, with an adjoining bathroom. "This is pretty nice," Erik said. Kayleigh smiled, as she pulled him into the master bath. "Look, it has a shower." She had that look in her eye and Erik grinned.
"Should we try it out?" He barely got the words out when she was suddenly all over him.

What the couple was unaware of, is that the second upstairs bathroom shared a wall with their bathroom.
Hm, seems as if they couldn't wait any longer, Astrid thought, wondering just what the Term was going to be like living with lovebirds. Admitting she was a tad jealous.

Working hard to be a responsible tenant, Joey, Jr., took it upon himself to rake the yard before the fallen leaves got any more out-of-control. He was very dedicated to getting ever last one of them, too. Somewhere along the line, he grew fatigued, or ran out of time. He and Aaron were both on the Soccer Team, which required practice every late afternoon. A huge pile of leaves was in the walkway, just outside of the front door. Kayleigh stood looking at it wondering if she should take a match to it, to help Joey out. Before she had decided, Erik finally got back from releasing one of the albums he had all packaged and ready to go, to keep himself relevant. Kayleigh met him out front of the dwelling, nodding toward the huge pile of leaves on the front walkway.

"You're kidding, you mean you want to …there? I know our very first time was in a bush, but now you seem intent on woohooing just about anywhere. The shower and now here? Okay, I'm game." With that he placed his hands on her tiny waist and kissed her. Then he gently took her by the hands and let himself fall backward into the pile of gold, green, and magenta leaves.

Not long after their escapades, Kayleigh gave Erik the news. "Erik, can we talk? I know you're trying to get all of your homework done, but this is important."
'Sure, Babe, what is it?" He said, barely looking up from his books.
"I took a test today."
"And?" He said, giving her his full attention. Something in the tone of her voice.
"It came out positive."
"Positive, what kind of a grading system is your professor using? I've heard of pass or fail …"
"This wasn't a test for school. We're having a baby." She stood in such a way to show off a still flat tummy.

"Come again?" Erik dropped his pencil. "Did you say a baby? Now? Oh, man, they were right."
The brightness in Kayleigh's blue eyes dimmed for a bit. She appeared to pout. "Does this mean you're not happy about it?"
Erik retrieved his pencil from the floor. Instead of taking his seat again, he remained standing. "No, it just means we're going to have to do some adjusting," he said, tossing the pencil onto the diningroom table. He opened his arms wide, "Come here, I love you, Kay-Kay and I love our little nooboo. We'll make this work."

"What do you mean by adjustments?" She said snuggled in his arms.
"We'll have to find a reliable Daycare for an infant. Our schedules are such we won't always be at the house. Same with the others. We'll have to get it all worked out. Can't leave a baby alone."
"No, of course not. But we have days to go."
"Kayleigh, there's not always an opening. Sometimes you have to book ahead, if you know what I mean. I don't think any of our professors will allow us to tote him to class with one of us."
"You are going to make a remarkable daddy. I love you so much."
"And I love you, too. Despite the curve balls you like to throw at me." Erik chuckled.

Despite the fact that Erik had won four Best Song Accolades and a fifth one for Best New Artist. The next nomination caused him another round of nightmares. He'd get all the way down to Del Sol Valley, which took about half an hour by hovercraft, just to get into the Studio to find Sims leaving. From stars to the mixologist. He waited around for a bit, even sat in what had become his favorite chair. Waited in vain. No Host ever graced the premises. He had this dream at least twice, in a row. Finally, awaking in a cold sweat he sat upright in bed. Kayleigh placed a hand on his arm. "The dream again?"
"Yeah, it's so weird, too. At one point I dreamt they replaced the entire PBP Studios for the way it used to be before the renovations occurred."
"Did it help?"
"I don't know. We'll see what happens this coming Sunday, I guess."
"Okay, do you mind if I go back to sleep, then? I have an early class."

Erik stood and stared at his own reflection in the master bathroom mirror. All showered, dressed and otherwise gussied up, he held some reservations about going. He supposed rather than taking that long drive into Del Sol Valley, he could simply transport himself there. That way, he wouldn't lose an hour's time, should he find the others filing out of the Studio. For a certainty, he wouldn't hang around for very long. In his dreams there was a telltale sign that the Awards Show wasn't going to happen. Perhaps, that's what the dreams were trying to convey to him.

In the end he took the faster route and beamed into the PBP Studio parking lot. A few fans, as expected, were hanging out front. Through the long windows he could even see Thorne Bailey standing over at the bar. With the way his hands were flailing, Erik figured he was regaling the Mixologist with one of his 'stories'. Erik couldn't blame him he often did the same thing. He signed an autograph or two and then made his way indoors. Hotter than Vulcan was his thought. Erik had almost forgotten that here they had what was termed Indian Summers. The calendar may say it's Fall, but the weather reflected the heat of summer, still. He was glad he'd worn a much lighter suit. Taking what he now deemed to be his seat, he was a bit relieved when it was announced It's the Starlight Accolades. This time a Host did show up and awards were handed out. Before the end of the evening Erik's name was called. "For Song of the Year, Early Morning Mist music and lyrics written by Erik Cantrell!"

Erik made it to the microphone and again gave silent thanks to his Lord. Laughing a bit to hide his emotions, he said, "This has been one heck of a year so far. I don't believe this." He smiled widely. The audience appreciation was long and loud. "I would like to thank my wife, Kayleigh, my family. My producers, Taygeta Music Studios, for believing in me and giving me the opportunity to prove myself as a musician." Holding the shining accolade in both hands, he was again using it to gesture toward the audience. "I couldn't do this without all of the support. Mostly, I would like to thank my Fans. This is for you. Thank you."

Erik paused to smile. "I don't wish to forget —Thank you, also goes to Orion Entertainment, Limited, for taking a chance on a Rising Star who was so very green he didn't know which end of his guitar was up. Yet they pushed me out onto that concert stage. Thank you." Holding the trophy high, he said, "There goes the music. To anyone I inadvertently missed, Thank you!"

"YellowLady;c-18070572" wrote:
I love the Erik Cantrell life and I’m sad that you aren’t posting them in the story thread anymore but sadly all good things must come to an end

Only because I can't just give a mere paragraph of what happened, nor am I comfortable leaving out the pictures. I have to say, that once I've got all the posts into the Creative Corner, I will go back and delete them from the Non-Serial thread, lest I get in trouble for spamming. I am saving each post in my word-processing program, pictures and all, so all won't be lost. Hubby just reiterated I need a new computer with more memory and more power to keep up with me. We'll see how soon he can make that happen. I did look for the original WHIYGT thread, but it's either been removed or is so very deep in the pile I couldn't find it. Leaves me asking myself, why am I here?

Chapter Nine: Complications


News spreads quickly when you live in close quarters. Just as Kayleigh learned at the end of their First Term in Uni, her medical status was keeping her from registering for the second Term, she also learned the others didn’t wish to have her study from home. If she was being forced to leave, then they were all leaving. This was devastating. Each one had goals for their future that required a degree. Kayleigh struggled with her sense of guilt. None would budge from their decision, despite her pleas.

Once this was made known, Joey, majoring in Biology, was quick to ask, “What business is it of theirs if a student has a medical condition. Why should that matter?”
“Joey,” Erik stood up. “Kayleigh’s pregnant.”
“What? Wait, when?”
“Just recently. She’s only about two months along, by her doctor’s calculations, that is. But the Administration says the school has no provisions for proper care required for this condition.”
“Condition. Did they actually use that antiquated term? Sheesh, this is so —”
“Discriminatory,” Aaron said. He was studying History so he could pursue a career in law.
“It may also be premature,” Erik sighed. “She’s been having some problems. She keeps feeling as if huge amounts of Adrenalin is coursing through her body. I had to rush her to the emergency ward late last night.”
“Oh,” Joey said, “I’m so sorry.”
“The baby’s okay, so far. But the doctor spoke guardedly.”

Just as the seven were on their way back to their respective parents’ home, Kayleigh had some serious cramping. Again, Erik rushed her to the emergency ward. He paced the floor while the doctor examined his wife. Erik knew the minute the doctor came to fetch him from the Private Waiting Room. The doctor’s expression said it all. “Mr. Cantrell, I am so sorry. There was no saving the baby. Your wife is going to be just fine and as soon as her number count returns to normal, feel free to try again.”

The young married couple wasn’t the only one struggling. Both Joey and Aaron, Trainees for the Britechester-U Soccer Team, had suffered two horrendous losses in two consecutive weeks. Their coach was not a happy Sim. Three consecutive wins in the beginning of the season, just wasn’t enough for him. He was a hard Sim to please. He also hated losing. This left both the young adults wondering if his job was on the line or something?

Unfortunately, Aaron was late, twice for two different practice sessions, in the same week. The fact that he was doing his daily homework just didn’t fly as an adequate excuse. Aaron received a yellow card. Two more and he was off of the Team. Twice already, he had been kicked off the field in the middle of a game. Once for an injury that Aaron was willing to play through despite the pain, and the second time for mouthing off at what he perceived was an injustice. He really didn't like the Coach. The feeling was mutual, and it showed.

While Erik and Kayleigh were busy dealing with their situation, Joey and Astrid were growing close, and so was Aaron and Sandi. Each couple was spending more and more time together, their strong friendships flourishing into something far deeper.

Once home the Cantrell kids talked with Joseph Cantrell, Sr., who was the Head of Registration at Britechester-U. “I’m sorry, I can’t change the rules for my own kids. How would that look?”
“So, what do we do, now? Throw away a perfect Term? We all got straight A pluses," Aaron said. “And it wasn’t easy.”
“Why don’t you simply register for that Second Term?” Joseph said. “There’s no longer a situation to hamper you’re going back. Especially with those fantastic grades. Talk it over,” he advised. “Let me know what you plan on doing.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“I’m sorry for your loss, son.” Erik nodded.

The next morning all seven of the Students went out to Millie's Café for brunch. Seated around the long, rectangular table in the corner by the kitchen, they began an earnest discussion as to what comes next. “Well, I think we should all go back,” Kayleigh said, without push-back, to her relief.
“Yeah, she’s right,” Astrid and Sandi chorused.
"Are you sure you're up to it, Kayleigh?" Sandi said, a look of concern gracing her pretty face.
"I'll be fine," Kayleigh promised.

“Well, that will mean Joey and I spend the evenings at practice.”
“But I thought you disliked the Coach,” Sandi said, glancing over at Aaron, who kept his gaze on his plate as he scooted the eggs around with his fork. When he failed to speak, Joey filled the silence.
“We do,” he returned. “The problem being with our scholarships, we’re obligated to be on the Soccer Team —”
“Or risk losing the scholarship,” Erik said. “They’ve got you over a barrel, you know.”
“Ah, it’s not so bad,” Joey said. “I like playing.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Aaron said, finally taking a bite of his breakfast. “Coach is just going to have to deal with this powerhouse.” Aaron gestured to Joey and himself.

This time, they managed to move into Wyvern Hall. Provisions had been made for the married couple to have a double bed in the front corner room. One of the single beds was moved to the back corner room on the same side of the building. The other was placed into storage. All in all, this left room for three dorm-mates. Kayleigh was still a little shaky on her feet. She walked rather slowly and just crossing the room made her exhausted. She just made provisions to rise earlier than she would normally, and head to class earlier so as to not be late. After just a few weeks, she was back to her old self.

Erik licensed another new song during this second Term. Again, he received a nomination, almost immediately. He also released the second album package he had ready to go.

Sitting in the end seat of the second row, as was his usual place, he sat contemplating his life. His wife, his lost baby, wondering just what it would have been like to take care of an infant and keep up with his schooling. The thought made him a bit melancholy. He was certain both he and Kayleigh would have been drowning, however. Deep into these thoughts, Thorne Bailey was nudging him in the ribs. “Hey, you just won Best Song, Bud. this is your seventh, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I believe it is."
"Congratulations.”
"Thank you, that means a lot."
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I will be."

Erik said a quick, silent prayer for strength and to also clear his head. He just won again. Focusing on more positive thoughts, he stood at the microphone, accepted the award and then paid silent homage to his Lord. Glory to You. then he smiled and gaze at the audience. "I am very honored for this astounding recognition. Thank you." Once the applause died away, he continued his speech, "As you all know I just began my second term at Britechester-U. Stressful, very stressful."

Again the applause was generous. Erik nearly blushed. "You see, you get good grades in the first term, and they expect you to just keep it up. No room for failure, late papers, or bad test scores. But, I get invited to come to the Starlight Accolades and you're all so very kind to bestow upon me this honor. I am without words. Thank you, All."
With that he held up the trophy, to another round of applause. He was beginning to think he could do no wrong, thoughts he shut off, quickly.
"Thank you and good night, I have homework to do."

Chapter Ten: Of Nightmares & Other Bits


Erik tossed himself awake and sat up on his elbow looking around the darkened room. "Are you all right?" Kayleigh said from the other side of the double bed, her comforting hand on his shoulder blade.
"Yeah, yeah. Just had the weirdest dream, though."
"Tell me," She urged.
"Okay. Yeah, maybe that would help," Erik dragged his hand through his long, unruly blond locks. "I will caution you, the whole thing is irrational, at best."
"Is that a tease, or are you about to launch into another one of your Outrageous stories?" Kayleigh yawned and stretched.
"We decided to move before the end of the Second Term," he said settling back into his pillow again.
"Move? Move where? And why?"
"Hey, I told you it was irrational. We started out in the renovated Dark Wing building. They sent you home because you were pregnant, so all of us went with you. Then we ended up back in our parents' homes. Since we couldn't get back on campus."
"What, how strange?"
"I know, right?"

"I even thought we had to start the entire process all over again. Then I realized we still had our scholarships so we just needed to re-enroll, which wouldn't have been all that bad but in the process of moving, all of us lost our presentation boards. If only we had waited until our presentations had been made … irrational. All of that hard work gone." He sighed, worried that he was actually missing his own board.
"Well, that's not our first bit of irrational behavior and it's not limited to just us," Kayleigh said, with a smile.
"I love how perky you are in the mornings, but I'm not done with my tale," Erik said.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm beginning to believe you've truly launched into another one of your Outrageous stories, after all."
"If it is, they've invaded my dreams." He frowned.
"You're really serious about this, aren't you."
"As I was saying, none of us had our presentation boards. That's when we decided to move back to Britechester-U. This time we all enrolled in Wyvern Hall. We almost had the entire dorm to ourselves. I had by this time six Accolades under my belt — five for Best Song and one for Best New Artist of the Year. And our presentation boards were all back in our possession, finished and ready to go. We all managed to get our presentations given and on time."

"And … I sense there's more."
"No, we finished the Second Term with GPAs of A's. Each one of us. Basically, we're back to where we left off when those nightmares about the Starlight Accolades Show ceasing, began to take place. Then my mom showed up at the Awards Show. She won for being a really nice Sim. I had no idea that was even a category. But, the next week, the Show failed to take place, again. And that's when we ended up here again. Boards all turned in, Second Term finally over. And we all began the Third and Final Term."
"Oh, well, that's good. You do have another show tonight," Kayleigh smiled. "That could be the source of your apparent anxiety. And I have class soon." She leaned over to kiss him and slipped out of their private dorm room. "We'll talk more about this later, okay? I love you. Try not to worry."

Friday went by quickly. Erik managed to get all of his homework done. He even finished editing to perfection his Term paper. With the click of a button, off it went to his Professor. Done and done, he clucked to himself. Then he set up a presentation board and began collecting the data. Ouch, forbidden words! he muttered, pushing the pin into his left hand. Looking around, he was glad his Paparazzi companions were nowhere to be seen, for once. His two brothers managed to win Friday night's soccer game. But come Saturday, no such luck. Despite how the two wracked their hearts, souls and minds for this game, the other team slaughter 'em. Both came back to the dorm looking dirty, and downhearted. They both were decidedly odiferous, too. He was very glad they headed to the showers. Erik felt for them as he slipped out to do a photoshoot, a concert and yet another bit part in a major movie. By the time he got back the lights were all out and he could hear gentle snoring, here and there. Come the morning, the Cantrell's and the Golden's were all up and ready for Church Services. Father James gave a rather stirring Homily and Erik realized he was precisely where he was meant to be. Why should he lay up riches on earth when he couldn't take it with hi?. Just to have the objects decay. His riches were in heaven. Erik was certain to thank Father James for the timely reminder. It's okay if I don't win again tonight. I'm just going to relax and root for my friends.

"Erik, before you go," Kayleigh said, wrapping her arms about him. "Um, you smell so very good. Sure you can't spare a few minutes? Might help you relax," she breathed. Erik smiled broadly at her.
"If this is your way of wishing me luck, I like it," he said returning the hug.
"Just remember what Father James said today. You'll be fine."
"Thank you. Besides I already have seven to dust," he laughed and smiled and vanished down the elevator.

"And the winner for Best Song, is … Erik Cantrell!" Erik stood up and made his way to the microphone. Taking up the heavy trophy he said,
"I am afraid this is becoming a bit of a habit with me," he smiled. "Sincerely, I am quite honored. And this just doesn't get old. Thank you."
The audience applauded, believing his speech was over. Yet, Erik remained where he was standing. "Aw, I know you get tired of hearing from me but are you certain I got the entire thirty seconds? I haven't even thanked my mother, yet."

Before any of them knew it, the Third Term was nearly done. Brianna, surprisingly, barely had time to write, edit and turn in that final Term Paper. Erik managed to rush down to the Taygeta Studios to release his thirteenth album, Tangled Roots. His album royalties had almost caught up to the wage of a single concert. The reception of this latest endeavor was well-received. Erik was in danger of thinking he could do no wrong, but quickly caught himself, for a second time. That kind of thinking will be your death knell, he chastised himself. Next thing they all knew, the last day of the term had arrived. Kayleigh was wandering around with a dreamy-eyed look on her face for a few days, now. He wondered just what she was up to. She positively glowed, he realized. Beautiful already, she almost looked ethereal. Oh, well she'll tell me in due time.

Testing over, hours later the report cards were posted. Again, they all got A's. Erik, Aaron, Joey, Brianna and Kayleigh bore A-pluses straight down the line, while Sandi and Astrid each had three A+'s and one A. Still resulted in a GPA of A-plus. They all had a great deal to be proud about. Erik quickly threw a party together. "Hey, Wyvern Hall at seven. Best Kegger you'll ever take part in," he told his guests. Astrid, with some skill in Mixology was quick to tap the keg. She got it primed and poured a few glasses of the juice.
"Keg Stand," Aaron said to Erik. Erik was quick to oblige. He knew his older brother was hurting. The Coach called that afternoon to scold him for not doing a better job and if Aaron wasn't careful, he'd find himself off of the team. Later on, after the school day was done, and Aaron and Joey were getting ready for soccer practice, Aaron got the notice he was off of the team. Still later, when he didn't show up for practice, the Coach called again and read Aaron the riot act. "Coach, excuse me, sir. Coach. Coach. I was told I was off the team. Yes, sir. I'm graduating tomorrow. I'm sorry I missed practice, but can you blame me?" For what it was worth Joey got the notice he was off the team, too.

"Okay," Erik said, "but don't you go getting mad at me if you get into some kind of trouble, later. Hey, save some for me, okay?" he said as he watched his brother gulp down the juice greedily. While there was the traditional contest for the Graduating Class, all they need do is empty a keg. Erik preferred more Sims had their chance to help the win.

While it was Erik's turn for a keg stand, other things were going on in the dorm he knew nothing about.
"Hey, Thorne Buddy, thanks for the lift."

Distracted, seeing to his guests, he had no clue that Aaron and Sandi were busy tying the proverbial knot. Erik missed the Event, entirely to his chagrin. He really loved his family. Missing out on things important to them made him sad.
As Aaron and Sandi were getting hitched on one side of the dorm, Joey and Astrid also tied the knot.
Seems love was in the air.

Later, inspired by the other, perhaps, Spock and Brianna also took the matrimonial plunge. Thorne Bailey was there to act as Witness. Again, Erik missed out. Busy being the Host with the Most, as he was.

Once Erik saw to it that the keg was empty, Kayleigh had a surprise for him, too. "I was going to wait to tell you after graduation tomorrow, because I didn't want to steal anybody's thunder. But since the others have already taken this night to be their own …"
"Wait, what have the others done?"
"Aaron and Sandi, Joey and Astrid, and Spock and Brianna have all tied the knot."
"I knew Brianna was engaged. Her marriage was arranged by High Counselor T'Pau and since Bree's a Vulcan Citizen her only option at refusal was to drop the tea in Spock's lap. I had no clue the others were even engaged. Why doesn't anybody tell me what's going on around here?"
Probably because you tend to carry everybody's burdens on your own shoulders. "Hush a minute. I just told you about them. Let me tell you about us. I have some news," she said. "We're having a baby!" Again, Kayleigh pushed her still flat tummy out for him to gaze upon.

"Wait, what? Did I hear you right? It's so noisy in here." Erik's expression was one of shock, tinged with fear. Kayleigh smiled and put his emotions down as simply his fear of what happened, previously. She smiled to defray his troubled emotions.
"It's true, I took one of those tests and it's positive."
"I'm going to be a father." Erik nodded slowly, letting the news sink in. Please, God, let this one be born. "Kayleigh, you've just made me the happiest Sim on the planet! Come here," he said, as he hugged his wife, tightly.

The next day they all got up early. Erik spent time the night before straightening up the dorm. You couldn't even tell a party had taken place. Guess no more Nasty Notes will show up. Excited, but tired, they were all ready for this day to be done. Anxious to get on with their lives.
To put emphasis on that notion, one of Erik's more Obsessed Fans had let himself into the Dorm. He was very persistent, too, trying his best to throw himself at Erik. "I keep trying to tell you I'm not wired that way, Bud. I like females, exclusively. Not only that but I'm married. Did you miss that tidbit in the news twenty plus days back? The Fan leaned in once more, undeterred. Erik reared back, one arm over the opposite shoulder, hoping it wouldn't come to blows.

The hour drew near and the group left Wyvern Hall to attend the Graduation Ceremony. Together was some Dormmates, they gathered near the side of the auditorium. There were at least sixteen Sims in green graduation robes, complete with those flat top scholarly caps, with tassel. Sandi gazed upward at the cloudy sky above. "Do you think it's going to rain?" She asked.

Finally, they were all beckoned into the auditorium for the ceremony. Once the ceremony was complete, this same group congregated outside where they started. In only a moment, they all threw their hats up into the air, simultaneously. "Congratulations, Class of 2279," Erik shouted.