It actually started out kind of subtle. The other members of MacKenzie Falls started acting kind of funny. Usually after a long day of pretending to be someone else, I can count that their going to act normally again. But a little at a time, they changed. Some wanted to be called by their stage name, said it helped them get into the part. Others picked up habits they acted on stage. It really scared me how they were behaving.

Chastity started flirting with me on and off screen, and worried that she didn't make enough money to impress. Considering that she owned 3 mansions and 10 cars that she wasn't even old enough to drive that was pretty sad. She quit eating toast, claiming to be allergic (as her character was), and started wearing her "school uniform"(costume) all the time.

Skyler gradually started hating anything yellow and threw a fit whenever it was near him. He gave me the cold shoulder, and came to even loathe me. It got so bad that we could only be together when we were filming and then it had to be brief.

Marta periodically stole my wallet, tried to make-out with me whenever she could, and generally made havoc on set. Not that she didn't before, but now it was awful beyond belief.

Ferguson? Ferguson was weird. On-show? Not the brightest bulb in the bunch. Off-show? He knew everything there was to know about anything. But he changed. It was almost like he got stupider. And yes he did take my car. A lot. For everything.

There must have been dozen times when I tried to leave the show. But leaving meant doing the one thing I couldn't do. Being away from Sunny. I couldn't stand not seeing her at least ten times a day. Whether I drove her crazy, or did something nice I had to be around her. She was so nice, down to earth. Everything my life wasn't. But one night I cracked.

I remember sitting there, enjoying a nice dinner with the group when Marta started it. "Hey MacKenzie, wanna hang out?" I scowled at her. "My name's Chad." She looked puzzled. "No, it's MacKenzie Falls. Duh." I wasn't feeling that good to begin with, but now the room begun to swim. "My name is Chad." I said louder. But I didn't know anymore. Everyone else had changed. What was happening to me? Without realizing what I was doing, I stood up. "I quit." I said.

Without another word, before anyone could stop me I ran. As fast as I could I ran to Sonny's room. She had to be there. She just had to be. I burst in, forgetting to knock. She was sitting at the couch, thankfully, without Tawnie around. As I saw her, concern for why I was panting and here, and about to cry, etched across her face, I snapped. I crossed the room to her in three strides, and wrapped her in a hug, crying on her shoulder. She held me gently then let me sit down on the couch. "What's wrong?" she asked. I wiped the last tears off my face with my sleeve.
"I don't know who I am anymore. It's scary. Am I Chad Dylan Cooper? MacKenzie Falls? Who?" She hugged me again.

"Chad. You're Chad Dylan Cooper. You like my hair, love spaghetti, hate pink lemonade. You're loud and you have an awesome sense of humor, but you're quiet when necessary. You like dance music, and you own a tuxedo, that you wear every Tuesday. You love life. And you're the person that I love. Sonny Munroe loves Chad Dylan Cooper, not MacKenzie Falls."
I fell asleep that night holding her hand. She was taking a break from the studio to go back home for a couple weeks. In the morning we could buy me a ticket to go too. With Sonny here, I'm not worried about forgetting myself. She says I may need to see a doctor, but I'm not so sure. In Hollywood, anything can happen. Lives can change overnight. But that doesn't bother me because I know who I am. I am the boy that Sonny loves.