I have started enjoying short chapters like these…: D Typical for me, instead on updating the other two stories, I am writing a new one….great. *sigh* But I promise I'll update this one more often. ;)

Right, thank you so much to all the people who reviewed my other stories; this will be dedicated to them. This will be a multi-short-chaptered fic. :) please R&R

Oh, and DISCLAIMER: I do not own SONNY WITH A CHANCE!

Now, the actual chapter.

"Sonny, Sicky Vicky in twenty," Marshall announced through the intercom.

I grinned to myself; I would be onstage in a couple of minutes with the latest Sicky Vicky episode, which I had created on my own, and Marshall considered it really good.

I regarded myself in the mirror one last time; wondering what else I needed to look perfect for the show. I had applied my makeup and I had gotten dressed in my stage clothes; my wig covering up my head.

I sighed, and got up at once, deciding that arriving a little earlier than needed would be just fine.

I dashed out the room and made my way through the crowd of people, trying to reach my cast. I stopped going at once as I felt somebody tugging at my sleeve.

"Sonny, I have to talk to you," Zora urged, pulling me along after her.

"Zora, I've got Sicky Vicky to perform. I can't come," I protested, but she held on tightly.

She pulled me into the prop house and pushed me on the couch in between Nico and Grady, as she remained in an upright position.

"This can't wait, Sonny. We have to tell you something really important," she murmured, rubbing her hands together.

"What is it?" I asked, frowning, growing a little impatient due to the lack of time, but I was interrupted by the melody of the voice of my favorite person in the world.

"How's m'lady?" Chad asked, bursting into the room with a huge grin flashed upon his face.

I responded in the same way, and jumped to greet him with a hug. He cuddled me to his chest, and placed his head on mine, careful not to press it with his.

"Why are you here?" I asked him, waving to the others and giving them a glance which pleaded apology, as he led me out the room.

"Isn't m'lady supposed to perform?" he questioned, arching his eyebrows.

"Aw, Chad, you came to see me on stage," I realized, chuckling.

"Yeah, I cancelled everything that I had planned for the moment," he whispered.

I looked up in his blue eyes, ready to get dizzy due to their beauty, and ran my fingers through his messy hair, beaming. I lost conscience for a second as our stares met, but his palm rubbing my cheek snapped me back to reality.

"I have to go perform, Chad," I reminded both of us, as I broke apart from the embrace, earning a frown from him, as to show me how revolting the idea of me leaving was to him.

I grinned, and with a light kiss planted on his soft lips, I ran to the backstage, where the others were waiting for me. I caught my breath as my heart fled and tried to breathe as I ran, closing my eyes to keep myself from stopping. I knew that I was very late, and I didn't want to disappoint everyone with my absence; that meant no show.