DISCLAIMOR: I don't own Sonny With A Chance. If I did though, I would hav been on the Kiss Cam with Robert Adamson instead of Demi Lovato. LOL.

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"I'm telling you Chad, this role is perfect for you!"

"I know Myron." I tell my agent for the umpteenth time, as he goes on about how awesome the role of Sylvester Nilch is for me. "That's why I told you about it."

"And it's a good thing you did Chad! Think of how this'll improve your image!"

"Yeah right whatever." I stop paying attention, as I turn into the parking lot of Condor Studios. "Listen Myron, get me this audition or else."

"Whatever it takes baby!" he responds. "Have I ever let you down?"

"Prairie Ball" I retort. "Prairie Ball" was a movie about the journey of a mid-western college basketball team in 1905 and their struggle to be champions.

"Chad it's not my fault some freshly-out-of-high-school-female-screenwriter, wanted the lead to be Zac Efron." I roll my eyes as I park my car. "Who knew someone still had the hots for him?"

"Anyone who saw the cover of Time magazine's Sexiest Man of the Year that year." I answer trying to keep my cool. "I knew there was a reason I banned him from The Falls besides being able to say that I banned him from The Falls. Yeah that was awesome."

"And it was awesome Chad." Myron agrees trying to get in on my good side. "Now that role is as good as yours babe."

"It better be Myron."

"It will CDC, it will."

"Uh-huh." With that I end the conversation and get out of the car. As I approach the entrance to the studio, I see my assistant Georgina waiting for me. Her green eyes look a little testy and she is holding a heap of papers in her right arm, along with my afternoon latte in her left.

"You're late Mr. Cooper." She warns.

"I know George, I know." Quickly she hands me the latte and we walk to the elevator. "Is Mr. Condor here yet?" I sip my drink.

"You're lucky he's not." She says going through the stack of papers in her arms. "He's at Dakota's wedding." She takes out a pink piece of paper and goes over it.

"What? Another one?" I question. "She's thirty years old and it's like her tenth time getting married."

"Fifth. Her fifth time." Georgina corrects me.

"Yeah, whatever." I drink my latte. "Big difference." Georgina rolls her eyes.

"The meeting is pushed back until later and Steven Spielberg called about-"

"When 'later'?" I interrupt her.

"Mr. Condor didn't say." The elevator stops at the top floor and we get off.

"So he'll just drop in at anytime?" I slightly panic.

"Well his exact words were: Better yet Georgina, since his birthday is coming up, why don't I surprise him? He always enjoys it when I come anyway- the kiss up. Tell him it's my birthday gift from me to him. Best one he'll ever get!"

"Oh great." I mumble as we reach my office. Georgina stops short of entering, and puts the pile of papers down on her desk as I continue onward into the huge corner room.

Two of the walls are only windows, looking out over the crazy Hollywood town I love so much and the other two walls are painted yellow. One wall is covered completely with miscellaneous photos and diplomas from various occasions in my life. Like the day Mackenzie got his high school diploma and then my actual high school diploma.

The other wall is actually hidden under a huge red cork board. The cork board is full of various memos of meetings, auditions and appointments I have to make within the next two weeks. Thanks to the lovely Georgina- who came up with the idea- I have been perfectly organized for years. I go straight to this wall whenever I enter the office.

"George" I affectionately call for the attention of my assistant. I hear her ruffle around as gets her notepad and pen from her desk.

"Yes Mr. Cooper?" She asks as she comes into the office.

"Is there anyway we can move back the meeting for the 'Just Jump' pilot?" I study the memo on the cork board with the information of the meeting and fold my arms. Georgina thinks.

"I don't think so." She replies a little unsure. "You've already rescheduled it twice, and marketing really needs to know the premiere date. Don't forget it's on our summer line up." I sigh annoyed. I really didn't want to go to this meeting. "It shouldn't take to long Mr. Cooper." Georgina tries to comfort.

"You don't know Nico and Grady like I do." I reply, still staring at the memo.

"True." She admits "But I've had the pleasure of having a few conversations with them and I did grow up watching 'So Random!'." I roll my eyes and turn to face her.

"I keep forgetting you're a Chuckle City citizen." I sigh.

"You still haven't warmed up to it?" She asks sarcastically.

"Ha-ha." I tease. "See if they can come for the meeting now." I walk to behind my desk, and stare out the wall sized window, which is facing a building I've become too familiar with. "Hopefully, with any luck, I can get out of here before two." I turn to my desk and reach into one of the drawers, pulling out a pair of black binoculars. I turn back to the window and peer out at that same building with a new point of view. "Who am I kidding? Maybe two-thirty."

"Yes sir, Mr. Cooper." Georgina concurs as she begins to leave the room to fulfill my wish. "And Mr. Cooper?" I put down the binoculars and face my assistant. "You know she would kill you?"

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her George. You should know that by now." She rolls her eyes at my response and walks out of the office. I return to my daily one o'clock meeting.

LATER THAT AFTERNOON

"Are you really bringing this up again?!" I rub my temples as Nico brings up an old argument from our teenage years.

It's well past three o'clock and the meeting has gone no where. The only thing I remember is that Nico and Grady wanted the premiere to be on their birthday. I told them that that couldn't happen because there was going to be a special that night. Somehow it got into an argument on how I never get them anything for their birthday and from there how I never keep my promises to them and into how I never gave them the ride to the "Oh No You Didn't" Awards.

"We gave you all those gifts!" He reminds me for thousandth time.

"And all that food!" Grady coins in.

We were in my office rather than one of the smaller conference rooms because – crazy me- I had thought that this meeting wouldn't have taken more than at least a half hour. But no, it's going on almost an hour and a half now. I sit behind my desk rubbing my temples, as Nico stands in front of me both hands firmly on it. Grady is leaning against the glass wall to my left shaking his head in shame.

"I didn't exactly tell you guys that I'd give you a ride!" I defend my sixteen year old self.

"But you led us on." Grady says to me despicably. "So the least you can do-"

"Is nothing!" I cut him off.

"'Nothing'!" Nico argues.

"Yes. Nothing." I look up and argue back. "I've already paid you guys back for that car thing hundreds of times!"

"Like when?!" Grady questions. I stand up and start to count on my fingers, the times I've done things for them.

"For one when I gave you guys each a car for your twenty-fifth birthday." I point out. "Two, I didn't sue when you guys drained my pool and made it a giant sand box. Three, when I talked Howie, into producing your dumb 'Granico' sandwich - version eight. Especially, after it made me break out in hives. All over my face!"

"How were we supposed to know that you were allergic to pita?" Grady defends.

"Oh I don't know. Hmmm." I pretend to think. "By asking me!"

"Okay. Good point." He gives.

"Listen Chad." Nico announces. "You give us our birthday, or we'll take our bungee jumping reality show elsewhere." He folds his arm to signify the ultimatum.

"Yeah Chad." Grady walks over to Nico and imitates his movements. "Take it or leave it."

"Fine." They both smile and high five at my choice. "At 6 o'clock it is."

"Are you serious?!" Nico and Grady yell.

"I told you!" I respond. "We have the 'Camp Hip-Hop' Reunion that night! There's no way around it." They both huff.

"Fine" Grady finally accepts. "But for our birthday, you've got to get us something big!" He warns pointing a finger in my face. I squint and cock my head.

"Right." Pushing his finger away from my face, Georgina walks in.

"Mr. Cooper your wife is on the phone. Line one."