The Identity Switch

Chapter 2 - Say What?

Tori wraps her arms around me- as usual- the moment she steps off the stage.

"How'd I do?" she asks quietly after she pulls away. I smile and sling an arm around her shoulder as we walk to her dressing room.

"You killed it." I say and she offers me a small smile. The door opens before my hand reaches the doorknob and I see Brad on the other side of the door.

"Great job, Tor." he smiles at her and opens the door wider for us to come in.

"Did you guys go to the suite?" I ask when I see Ashley sprawled on the couch. The suite is basically the VIP box where the people inside it can see the performance from above which is a way better view than backstage.

Ashley speaks- which kind of scares me because her eyes were closed when I walked in and it looked like she was sleeping. "We got here about five minutes ago." She opens her eyes and looks as Tori with a smile. "You did great by the way, no other words to describe it."

"Thanks you guys," Tori cooes and takes off her heels, setting them off beside the clothing rack.

There's a knock on the door and I walk over to it and pull the door open, only to find Caleb on the other side.

"Deja Vu much?" I ask and he chuckles.

"Ditto. I just want Tori to know that she did great on the performance-"

"Thanks!" she hollers from inside the room.

"You're welcome!" he grins and turns back to me. "And also that the radio interview she has tomorrow is cancelled. Meaning she has a free morning off." he grins wider at the end of the sentence.

"Woo hoo!" Tori cheers and claps her hands.

"Thanks Caleb. Anything new on the tour yet?" I ask and he shakes his head, not surprised that Tori spilled the beans to me already.

"You two will be the first to know when I find out anything."

I nod and we bid our goodbyes before I close the door and Tori cheers louder.

"I ain't got no interview, I ain't got no interview," she sings with a little dance and I laugh at her.

I notice my ukelele sitting beside the vanity table for the first time and I smile. "Hey, when did this get here?" I ask Tori and she stops mid sentence to look at where I'm looking.

"Oh, I borrowed it when you were at school to experiment on a beat. Hope you don't mind." she says sheepishly and I shrug.

Dad had sent me and Tori to guitar lessons when we were 12 because we were complaining how bored we were at home. Since then, our fingers have practically been glued to strings.

I was 14 and it's the best gift I have ever gotten from my family and I will never forget it. It's a beautiful oak brown color and at the head of the guitar I had my name carved into it the same day I got it.

I walk over to it and pick it up, sitting down on the other couch beside Ashley.

I strum the instrument a few times and my fingers automatically get into their position and I start playing a random song and sing along.

If I die young, bury me in satin,
Lay me down on a bed of roses,
Sink me in a river, at dawn,
Send me away with the words of a love song,

The three clap at the end and I give a playful bow. "Thank you, thank you,"

"I still think your voice is better than me, though. Why you didn't become the popstar instead is beyond me." Tori says in awe. Since we're identical twins, we also had inherited the same talent from our family. The talent being singing from our mom.