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Chapter 1

Sonny's POV

Last night I had gotten a phone call. As I listened to the person on the other end my jaw dropped, and all I could do was squeal with delight "Yes! Yes! Absolutely Yes! I'd be honored! Thank You!" Then we hung up.

All I could think about for the rest of the night was I can't believe I've just been asked to perform one of my songs at the Tween Choice Awards!

When I woke up the next morning—rather, after I decided to get out of bed (I was so excited I hardly slept.)—I went about my usual routine and got ready to go to the studio. I decided to take the bus today because that would give me more time to think instead of having to concentrate on driving. My mind filled with thoughts like what am I going to sing?...what am I going to wear?...but then I stopped my giddy thinking when a serious question popped into my head, how are my friends going to react?

Ever since Tawni convinced me to sing Me, Myself and Time on So Random! I haven't been at all afraid for other people to hear me sing. In fact, I really enjoy it. Since that day, it's become almost a daily ritual of mine to sit in my dressing room or the prop house and just pick at my guitar. The problem is, I had a few instances where I got so caught up in my new songs that I was completely unfocused for the rest of the day. One time it was so bad that I completely forgot to go over my lines before the show! I ended up improvising part of the Sicky Vicky sketch; it didn't end as well as I had hoped. Consequently, Marshal made a new rule: if he catches me playing music the day of the show, he'll take me out of my sketches and have Tawni play my part! Can you imagine if Tawni had to play me in the Check It Out Girls sketch? She'd be playing double! The worst part is that she'd actually enjoy it! Knowing Tawni, she wouldn't see it as a problem; she'd just think it gave her double screen time...You know I'm right.

The bottom line is that I can already answer my own question. If I walk into the studio today and announce that I am going to sing at the Tween Choice Awards this Saturday, my cast would shun me; Marshal would throw a fit; and I'd end up feeling sorry, like I always do, and I'd give in to them without even considering my dreams.

I know when I came here two years ago, my dream was to be on So Random!, but dreams change. I got my dream, and here I am, making people around the world laugh, doing something I love, and being with friends. The fact is that it truly is a dream come true, and now I have a new dream: to earn a different kind of fame through my music.

This awards show could be my real chance! And I just know that the second I tell my friends about it they'll hate me. Unfortunately, their hate just gives me mixed feelings. You see, the reason why they wouldn't want me to do it is because they know I'm good. (I don't mean that in a conceited way like a certain three-named jerk, who shall not be named, would say it.) They're afraid that if I continue to get caught up in my music then I wouldn't have time for the show; then, slowly but surely, I wouldn't have time for them. They haven't actually told me that in words, but I can see it in their faces every time I play something. Why do I have to have such good friends?

I just...don't know what to do. Sometimes I feel like no matter how much I do for my cast mates, it just isn't good enough. It's like they don't really care about my dreams even when I'm always boosting them up to reach theirs. When did my life get less important than theirs? (Tawni doesn't apply to that statement.)

Okay. I think I just made up my mind. I won't tell them.