This is my first Sonny with a Chance fic, although I read them all the time. I know that Tawni is a little out of character, but I watched this Sonny with a song and this is what I really wanted her to be like inside.

Disclaimer: Sadly for me I do not own Sonny with a Chance, Disney owns all rights to everything.

Tawni's point of view

The day Trey Brothers guest starred on So Random is the day that my world turned upside down.

The real Tawni the one nobody else knows about; cares. I care about what happens to my friends and I care if they get hurt. Unfortunately because of the mask I wear, sometimes I'm the one who's doing the hurting. I don't like wearing the mask and hiding who I really am, but I'm afraid that if people saw the real Tawni they wouldn't accept me the same way. So every day I dawn the mask of the self centered and shallow Tawni.

When Trey Brothers walked on set I pulled the perfect fake Tawni. I fawned over him and fainted just like they would expect of me. But seemed off like wrong. He was mean, self centered and shallow. There is something inside of me that is just telling me that he's not acting the way I am and that's who he really is. So when he chose Sonny because she was ignoring him, I felt like lifting her up and giving her a hug for seeing through his guise already.

What I didn't expect was for that to be Sonny's acting. I walked into our dressing room and there she was praising him. How could she not hear his arrogance dripping off of every word and see how he walked like he owned the world? So I quickly said to throw her off, "Brava well played. I can't believe you tricked me."

The kind and sweet Sonny kicked in and she said, "Look Tawni. You don't understand. . ."

She's right I don't understand. Understand why she stills likes him after meeting him only moments before, but that's not to what she's referring. She's talking about me personally. I just have to come up with a plan and soon so that Sonny doesn't get hurt. To keep her talking I said disbelievingly, "No, YOU don't understand. I can't believe you tricked ME. I'm so proud." Then I got to show a little bit of my real self and threw my arms around Sonny to reassure her that I was proud even if just a little bit.

"And I thought you weren't a hugger," Sonny informed me.

"And I thought you were above being manipulative to get a boy. Apparently it's opposite day," I said as I prayed inside that Sonny, sweet innocent Sonny wasn't being turned into a manipulative person like I pretended to be.

Whoa, whoa. Wait I'm not trying to get a boy. Look, Trey is my favorite singer/song writer and I just wanted a few minutes alone with him."

WHAT? No, please Sonny see reason, "I knew it," I screech.

"To show him a song that I wrote." Oh, whew. She had me worried there for a couple of seconds.

"I KNEW IT; actually no I didn't know that. Since when did you start writing songs?" yeah I didn't know Sonny wrote songs. That's so cool. And here I can only act. She can act and write songs.

"Well I've always written them, I've just never felt comfortable showing them to anyone," she confessed. Which is really sad because if she knew the real me, she totally would have been able to come to me with this, but she only knows the fake Tawni so she doesn't feel comfortable with it.

"Even me?" I exclaimed.

"Especially you," she said tersely. EW, ouch. Even though I know that was directed at the fake me, it still hurt. "And if a song writer as talented as Trey likes me then that means I'm good. You know?" she said while she grabbed her Wisconsin is for Dreamers pillow, "and then I won't have to keep hiding my songs in my song pillow." Okay even the real me doesn't understand why she chose to hide her songs in a pillow. Hasn't she ever heard of a drawer and box in the bottom of a closet? Although it is kind of cool that she has her own unique way of hiding her songs, that is so . . . Sonny.

"Aww, you have a song pillow," I said with fake sweetness apparent in my voice.

"Yeah,"she says proudly as she clutches the pillow to her chest.

"Can I see it," I ask in the same fake sweet voice that is dripping with vinegar.

"No," she says in the same sweet voice like we are teasing each other and she grips the pillow a little bit harder.

I reached for the pillow because I really was curious what was inside and I have to finish what I started with the fake Tawni. "Give me the pillow."

"What?" Sonny I could see was flabbergasted about the situation. Why would I care about her song writing? I'm not supposed to care about her at all even though I do.

I decide to throw in what we apparently started the conversation with, "I know you're in love with him."

I'm almost sorry that I did because I can see the truth in her eyes. She truly just wants to know his opinion on the song, but she still responds defensively, "No, I'm not!"

The next part is what I am truly sorry for because the pillow breaks. One of the things that Sonny treasures I just tore apart and her songs go flying all over the room. We both instantly drop to our knees to pick up the scattered paper. I pick up a few and read the titles, "Girl+Boy=Joy, Girl+Boy=Soy, Girl+Boy=Annoyed," well the first two were hers that last one I threw in because it rhymed and the titles were a little lame.

Sonny also realized that wasn't her song, her face scrunched up, confused, "Wait, I didn't write that."

"No, I just did. See that's how easy it is to write horrible songs," the minute the words left my mouth I regretted them because we all have mistakes and I probably just picked up hers.

"Look I wrote those when I was pretty young, I know they're lame (I KNEW IT). This is the song that I wanted to show him," she handed me another sheet of music.

"Me, Myself, and Time," I read.

"Yeah," judging by Sonny's grin, she's pretty proud of it.

"Let's hear it," I demand. Part because I'm being fake Tawni right now and part because I really wanted to hear Sonny sing her song.

Her grin quickly slips off her face as she realizes just what it is that I want, "What?"

"You heard me."

"I'm not really comfortable . . ."

"SING!" I demand in a voice that leaves absolutely no room for discussion.

I can make the rain stop if I wanna

Just like my attitude

Wow, she was so good. Why is she on a comedy show when she could make a lot of money being a singer. She's wasting her talent. Right then and there I decided that the world needed to hear Sonny Monroe sing, not just me. But how to accomplish this.

A plan started to form in mind as I continued talking to Sonny. I vaguely recall Trey coming and Sonny and I interacting with him, but I don't really have my heart in the conversation. My mind is swirling with ideas, but the main part is going to involve Trey and it's going to get Sonny mad at me. Probably really mad, but if my plan works, it won't matter if she's mad at me because I will have shown the world Sonny Monroe's talent.

A/N So this was my first SWAC story. I hope you all liked it. Review to tell me what you think.