Sonny's POV

Hmm.. strawberry or chocolate? Strawberry is sweet and delicious, but chocolate is milky and perfect. As you might have figured out already, I'm

debating on what flavor froyo I should get. Eh, chocolate. I pulled the lever and swirls of chocolatey goodness started to pour out.

Suddenly, someone was clearing their throat loudly and tapping their foot behind me, trying to get me to realize they were waiting. Geez, impatient people these days. Rude much? I already had an idea of who was behind me, so I decided to voice my thoughts.

I cleared my throat, too, attempting to mock this person before I said, "Rude much?" I swirled around like my yogurt and was face to face with the three-named-jerkthrob himself. "What do you want Chad?"

"A froyo, duh. Rude much?" he gently but still mean-like pushed me out of the way. I didn't leave though, I continued, "Really Chad, really?" I shook my head when he glanced my way and walked back towards the So Random set. What a jerk, I thought to myself. I shook it off though.

I had finished my yogurt when I'd gotten to the prop house, so I sat down on the couch and looked around. Huh, no one was here. Well, Tawni was shopping- at least that's what she told me- and Zora wasn't here. She apparently had a cold, so we were saving the shooting until Saturday. It being Tuesday, I had nothing to do. Maybe I could, you know, play a little. No, no. I couldn't. What if someone walked in on me? I didn't want anyone to know I played though, it was something only I knew about and did, and I liked the fact that I could have a secret of my own. Something only I could do and have fun with…Well, it wouldn't hurt to play…only for a few minutes though…yeah, just a few minutes. I was suddenly very giddy. I hadn't played since...since, well, forever. My smile was huge as I sprang up from the couch and ran over to the slide. But since I was on the cautious side about my secret, I looked around. Nico and Grady might come back soon- from whatever they were doing. They weren't the smartest though. Maybe I could write a note on the door or something…

In the next thirty seconds there was a note on the door saying this in Marshal's handwriting- or what I thought looked like Marshal's handwriting:

Chocolate covered nut clusters. In the vents.

That would keep them occupied for a few hours, right? Whatever, this was more important. Under the huge silver slide there were boxes. Mostly props and storage stuff. But I hid my case in between them, and I remembered it was more towards the top of the slide. I pulled a couple of boxes down and put them on the ground, and when I looked up again to pull another, I saw a solid black case. There it was! I pulled the other ones down and quickly grabbed it. As I unlocked it, I was shaking with excitement- all I needed was a glimpse and a few minutes with it. I slowly lifted the top, and a tannish-brown acoustic guitar greeted me. I jumped up and down- yes, people. Sonny Monroe was crazy about her guitar. I pulled it out quickly but gently. This acoustic was more important to me than Chad's new convertible was to him. I know, tough to beat, huh? But my passion for music was so strong I couldn't live a day without it. Yeah, I know it's been weeks, but I just wanted to play it really bad, okay? I strummed the strings. The sound was worse than nails down a chalkboard- well, to me. I got my tuner out of my case and in about five minutes my guitar was good as knew. Seriously- my guitar was so precious I didn't dare get any part of it scratched or dented. Having it in my hands made me so happy I just couldn't wait to play. What to do first?

I wrote songs too. My songbook was in my case. I pulled it out hesitantly and flipped to the first page. The title read: Our time is here. AAAAHHH!!! That was the first song I ever wrote!...But my smile turned just warm as I remembered why I wrote it. It didn't matter though. I strummed a few chords and shivered with pleasure. I'd forgotten how much I loved music.

We're done but it's not over

We'll start it again after the end of the day

It keeps getting better My voice got louder when I got more enthusiastic.

Don't be afraid

We'll do it together

C'mon c'mon you know

It's your time to move it's my time to move

C'mon c'mon let go

Leave it all behind your past in mind…

As it morphed into the chorus, I was so filled with energy and ready to use it all. I started to jump up and down again, what I was feeling was so amazing that there was no name for it; it was so indescribable. Yay!

Surprisingly, I had about one and a half hours with my guitar! I was so grateful to get to play again! I played all the songs I had written. I shook my head at myself. Is it really possible to feel so passionate about something you would give up everything just to have it? I would. I so would.