A/N- this should be pretty short, only a few chapters, but I think I know how I want the story to go…

Review please!!! And read my other SWAC stories….I also have Percy Jackson and if you liked the Cinderella Story movies (both 1 and 2) read my other story, "My Cinderella Story"… Enjoy!

Chapter One

"Bye, everyone! I will miss you all so much! Don't forget to write, okay?" I cried as I waved out the window of the limo. The cast and Marshall waved back.

I was off on my own. So Random was over for now, the ratings had been going down, so we did a last, phenomenal, one hour show and we were now taking a break for a year in order to hopefully come back in a few months, do a show, and have the ratings of the now-eager viewers higher than ever.

I was still getting paid of course, though not as much as before. So I had made the choice to abandon my L.A. apartment for the time being, having my friend Lucy staying in it to complete a summer internship at a nearby fashion magazine headquarters.

I was on my way to New York City to work in a drama theater and maybe perform on Broadway if I got lucky.

Marshall and Mr. Condor had sent many letters of recommendations to the producers of Broadway and the theater department I was to be attending just so I could get in. Now I had to figure out where I would be going to school and how I would get there.

Tawni had set me up with a place to stay, though and I owed her one. She apparently had a cousin who lived in NYC who owned an art studio and lived in the loft above it. She had thought of the idea while watching Princess Diaries about a week before I left, saying the loft in the film looked exactly like her cousin's. I was hoping she would be wrong, though.

I had never met her cousin, but from what Tawni told me, her cousin's name was Casey, she was one year older than Tawni and me, so 21, and a very successful artist.

I was so busy thinking about my new life that my limo driver, Lana, had to snap her fingers in front of my face before I acknowledged her.

"Sonny! Sonny!" I started.

"Oh. Sorry, Lana."

"Mr. Condor gave me strict orders to see you on your plane. And if you keep up this daydreaming, the only thing I will see is you waiting in the terminal because you missed your flight!"

"Okay. Let's get going then," I said, picking up my bag and leaning across the mini fridge to get the rest of my luggage.

"I've got it. You just go on inside. Meet me by the security lanes."

I climbed out of the limo into the blinding Californian sunshine. I blinked slowly, my eyes adjusting to the harsh light.

"Oh. My. Gosh. It's Sonny Monroe from So Random!" Uh oh. That's never a good thing to hear.

I turned to see a crowd of teenage tourist girls, ranging from about age nine to fifteen. They had all turned excitedly in my direction and were pointing, whispering, and digging through their bags, obviously to find a piece of paper and a pen for me to sign autographs.

Lana poked her head out of the limo. "Trouble," she said, and jumped out of the car, my bags in hand. Thank you, Lana, for stating the obvious.

"Come on Sonny," she said, pulling me and my luggage into the airport. The pack of girls followed, not getting the hint that I was going to miss my flight. I sighed.

"Lana? Can you put my bags on the plane? I am just going to sign these autographs," I said, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"All right. Anyone who wants an autograph, please hurry up and line up, I am going to miss my flight!" I said, a teeny bit excited to be signing autographs. But they better not make me have to wait around for another flight. That would not be cool.

About thirty girls lined up patiently in front of me. They all had a piece of paper ready when they came up to me. I was signing the last girl's paper within minutes.

"Hey, what is your name?" I asked kindly.

"Maria," she said shyly.

"And how old are you, Maria?"

"I'm ten."

"And what group is this?"

"It's a summer tour group that goes to different cities in the world, where we do community service." Wow, a ten year old girl doing volunteer work around the world.

"Wow, that is really neat of you to be doing that," I said truthfully. "And how about this? For all your hard work, I'm gonna tell you something." I waved all the girls back over, and they crowded around me excitedly.

"All right, girls. I'm gonna tell you a secret. But you can't tell anyone else," I whispered, motioning the girls closer. They leaned in, straining to hear me, afraid to miss a word.

"So Random is taking a break so its ratings will be higher. But it will come back in a few months, better than ever. And I want all of you to be there. So write your names and addresses on one piece of paper. And I will mail VIP passes to you when the show comes out, okay? Because I think it is so cool what you are doing to help people," I finished, fishing a piece of paper from my bag. "But hurry. I am on my way to New York and I don't want to miss my flight."

The girls were giggling as they quickly wrote their info the paper and passed it back to me.

"Thanks!" they said in unison, waving at me. Lana appeared behind me.

"That was really something."

"I know. But they deserved it," I said, standing up. "Now let's go catch that flight."

I would have missed my flight. But thankfully, it was delayed an hour, so I made it to the terminal with a few minutes to spare.

I had gone into the airport's bathroom, pulling on a baseball cap with sunglasses and a baggy sweatshirt so no more eager fans would want my autograph on the plane. Sometimes, enough was enough.

I had also waved Lana off before I got on the plane, promising I would be okay and to say hi to all my friends back at So Random for me.

My flight was nothing major, though a little girl almost spotted me once, but thankfully, her mom pulled her into another terminal before she could say anything.

I arrived after a few side stops in New York. Marshall had been kind enough to send a limo to wait for me at the airport to take me to Tawni's cousin's studio in New York City, since the plane did not stop in the actual city.

I was really tired from jet lag, even though I had slept on the plane. It was nearing seven in the morning in New York, but back home it would only be four. So I was super tired and did not enjoy being woken up by the stewardess on the plane telling me to get up since the plane was landing.

The crowd of people eager to be in the city jostled me to the baggage claim, and it took only a few minutes to find my three suitcases, all clearly marked with a hot pink luggage tag.

Now the hard part came. I had to figure out which entrance I was supposed to take to get in the limo. I tried two doors unsuccessfully, and the third one was the charm. I stepped into the bright, and slightly colder than California, air of New York to find a limo with a sign saying Sonny M. in the passenger side window.

An elderly man stepped out of the limo when he noticed me.

"You must be Sonny. I am Howard, your driver for the time being. Let me take those," he said warmly, reaching for my bags.

"Oh, thank you. And it's nice to meet you," I said, climbing into the limo.

Howard put my bags into the limo and sat down in the driver's seat.

"Marshall is giving you something to make your stay in New York City a bit easier. You won't need it often, of course, unless you are traveling outside of the city to run errands or something, but all the same, Marshall gave you a car." Ooh, thank you, Marshall.

"What kind of car?" I asked suspiciously. Marshall was not the kind of guy with a good taste in cars. He drove a tattered Mustang that had to be from the 1950's. And it was old and rusty.

"Oh, nothing like the one he drives." Phew. "It's much better. And environmentally safe. You'll see it when you get to the art studio."

Now I was more antsy than suspicious.

"We're here," Howard said half an hour later. Wow. The studio looked to be like an old town house. It was bright white, though and splatter painted. And parked right in front of the studio, next to the sidewalk, was a bright pink and silver smart car.

"No. Way!" I shouted, running out of the car as soon as Howard parked in the spot next to the car. "Is this mine?" I said, still screaming. Howard came to stand behind me, my bags in hand.

"Yep. Marshall thought you would like it. I'll have to tell him you do."

"Nice ride," a guy said from behind me.

I turned. And stared at the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen. He had dark black hair that went to just past his ears and flopped over his right eye perfectly. It had a single bright blue streak in it that matched his eyes. He was wearing paint-splattered jeans and a white, chest hugging, t-shirt that showed off his perfectly sculpted chest. His feet were covered with a pair of Vans and his mouth was turned up in a smirk.

All I could manage was a "Hi."

"Hello yourself," he said, sticking out his hand, which was also covered in paint.

"You must work for Casey," I said, shaking his hand, not wanting to ever let go. This guy would have to be Casey's boyfriend or something, having just walked out from behind the studio covered in paint.

"You could say that," he said grinning. "You must be Sonny."

I nodded. "Yep. I guess I'll be staying here for a while. This is so cool of Casey to let me stay here."

"Well, Sonny, it's nice to meet you. I'm Casey. And you're welcome. I really don't mind," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. He bent down and grabbed my bags from the sidewalk and headed inside.

Wait, what? Did he just say his name was Casey? Tawni made it sound like her cousin was a her, not an adorable him. Oh boy.

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