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"Have a good day at work, sweetie." My mom said.

"Thanks. You too." I replied. I walked out of my mom's car and headed to work.

Many people view work as boring but my work is awesome. It's awesome because I'm Chad Dylan Cooper. You've probably heard of me. Who am I kidding! You've definitely heard of me. I'm the star of the number one tween show, Mackenzie Falls. My cast and I (mostly me) are beloved everywhere. Girls throw themselves at me, guys admire me, adults love my work ethic, kids find me comforting and babies giggle when they look at me. My life is awesome. As mentioned before, everyone loves me.

"What's up, Reggie!" I gave my set's security guard, Reginald Brass, a high-five.

"Nothing much. Good morning Chad." He replied with a smile.

"Good morning Reggie." I walked into my set and another day of work began.

"AND SCENE. Great job, Chad and Skyler. Lunch break." My director, Bartholomew Jeffries, announced.

I always do great. I flashed my charming smile to Bart as a way of saying thanks and headed to Condor Studios' commissary. On my way to the commissary, I had to pass through Stage Three, also known as the place where So Random is filmed. Before I would avoid being in the same room as the 'Randoms' but now it's like my mind wants me to be where they are. Why?! Why is my mind doing this to me? I shall never know but I do. It is my mind.

Chuckle City (So Random is a sketch comedy show) was surprisingly quiet. Where were the five, foolish 'stars' of the show? They were probably off doing some stupid thing.

"Looking for someone?"

I jumped a little and immediately karate chopped the air around me. It was a reflex.

"And they call us the weird ones." Zora Lancaster, the youngest member of the So Random cast said.

"You still are." I replied.

"Sure." The little Random replied with sarcasm.

She's so annoying. I'm going to prank her. She pranked me and I still need to get even. I tried to take their (cast of So Random) prop house and make it my new meditation room but let's just say it didn't end well. Right now is not the time for a prank though because I am hungry.

"Whatever. I got to go. Watch your back kid." I smoothly exited Stage Three and continued on my walk to the commissary. Almost there.

Ugh.

"Oh my Chad! You're Chad Dylan Cooper. Hi my name is Brittany. I'm a huge fan of yours." A girl with short red hair and dark brown eyes exclaimed. She was a fan. Good.

"Nice to meet you." I replied politely. My fans are half the reason I am as successful as I am today, so I have to treat them with respect. It would be absolutely inhumane if I didn't.

"Thank you! You too. Also, could you sign this page for me?" Brittany (I think) said. She gave me a notebook with my face on every page (beautiful) and I took out my pen. I signed my name and wrote a little note on how she has excellent taste in actors and that I hope she has a good life.

She quickly read it and smiled. "Thank you so much! I'm going to be buried with this."

"Your welcome."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Interesting, she didn't ask for a selfie. She walked out of the commissary and I walked in. The smell of food was amazing. I walked up to the food counter. Nico Harris and Grady Mitchell (why do I know their names) , two other Randoms were ahead of me. They were taking forever to order, so I decided to cut in front of them.

"Give me a me." I said. I have a sandwich named after me. Awesome, right? It's called 'The Chad'.

"One Chad coming up." The lunch-guy, Howie (I think), said.

"Hey yo Chad, how do you go about getting a sandwich named after yourself?" The tallest and most lady-desperate Random, Nico Harris asked.

"I already have a sandwich named after me." I'm awesome.

"Well, by you, we mean us." The most gregarious and open about everything Random, Grady Mitchell questioned.

"Yeah." I chuckled. They would never get a sandwich named after them.

Then everyone started laughing.

"Yeah, us." Grady clarified.

"Why would anyone want to eat a sandwich named after you?" I said seriously. The two Randoms stopped laughing.

"Because we're delicious." Grady replied.

"Oh, really, are you now?" I replied smugly. I scoffed. They were not delicious at all.

Nico and Grady then started rumbling about how delicious they thought they were and I made sure my disbelief was clear.

"Fellas, settle down," Harold said. "There's two ways to get your own sandwich. The first way is to be famous." He pointed towards me and I gave a smile.

"But we're on So Random." The girl-crazy Random said.

"Oo, yeah, so you're going to have to go with the second way. Come up with a sandwich so good that I have no choice but to name after you. Now excuse me, which one of you ladies ordered a sloppy Jonas?"

I looked behind me and saw two teenage girls. They were cute. Almost as cute as-ugh, why do I even think of her.

"That'd be me." Grady said quietly. Ha.

"Mmmm. Mmmm. That's some good Chad!" I said about my sandwich.

"You got some Chad on your shirt." She said.

What is she doing here?