Hey this is Andi and my new fic that is to hubbabubba(.)ouch's fairytale challenge. The first chap is sort of an intro. By the way, (haha I was going to write BTW, but then I didn't) it is a parody to the Disney version of Snow White, not the Brothers Grimm version. That would be harder because people don't know it as well.

Snow White was my favorite princess when I was like five or six, so this brings back childhood memories… And I love Sydney White, which is the only parody I know of Snow White. Sorry, I talk a lot.

Disclaimer: Don't own SWAC or Snow White. Seriously. Not that you thought I owned it. Right?

Sonny Munroe: Our Own Snow White

"Don't walk away like you always do, this time.

Baby, you're the only thing that's been, on my mind. Ever since you left I've been a mess (You won't answer your phone). I'd say it once and I'd leave you alone but I gotta let you know…"

The strong and passionate voice rang through the tiny dressing room in which our main character lived in. Sonny Munroe, a small time singer and actress, hoping for her big break. Her talent and voice is still unknown and completely hidden from the public, unable to share her love for music and acting to the outside world.

She sighed. She was just in a trance. A dream. Crowds cheering. People screaming her name. On the stage. Full of life. Completely oblivious of reality. But reality always finds a way to ruin fantasy. Shatter Sonny's dreams completely…

"Allison! Where's my coffee?" A piercing screech of a demanding and bossy woman brought Sonny back to the horrible truth. The assistant of big-time singer and actress, 29 year old Whitney Hitchers.

"Coming! Sorry Ms. Hitcher!" Sonny said politely then growled under her breath. She quickly carried the tray that was placed on her dressing room table and brought it slowly to her boss.

A big blonde mass of curls greeted her as she almost dove inside it.

"Eww…" She quickly retaliated and jumped back. She sure has big hair. Sonny thought to herself.

Whitney turned her swivel chair around and gave Sonny a look of disbelief.

"Excuse me?" Whitney questioned to Sonny's previous statement.

"I mean, YOU are looking fabulous!" Sonny hurried her words and almost did a pretend throw-up after she said it.

In a huge pink robe, globs of different lipstick on, a pale white face, and cucumber slices on her eyes, hideous would be an understatement. Don't even mention the strong petunia smell.

"I know that. Now get to work!" The blonde monster glared at Sonny, "NOW!"

Sonny retreated slowly, but not before she made a mocking face behind Whitney's back.

Sonny's POV

I should not be here right now. I should be singing on a stage, or talking to my fans, or even hanging out with Lucy. But guess what? I'm stuck here. Stuck with "Whitcherney".

Last year, I auditioned to get into the "Whitney Business" of young singers and actors. I worked my butt off, recording my own songs, memorizing lines, trying to get my big break. I'm pretty sure I did well. The person auditioning me said I was the best girl he had so far. So what does that mean? There was a girl a lot better than me after? Well, maybe. But I could have at least landed a minor role in the movie right? However, stories have their twists. I ended up not getting chosen at all. Instead, "Whitcherney" hired me as her….

Personal assistant.

I did not audition to be a coffee-maker. But somehow she "really" wanted me to be her own personal assistant, and she said somehow magically working with her I could catch my big break! So being the gullible 15 year old I was, I agreed. Boy, do I need a time machine.

Here I am. Stuck in this hell of a studio. With nothing to look forward to. I mean, with a mean boss, no friends, horrible work, oh and don't forget. That Chad Dylan Cooper. Nephew of Whitcherney. He is just the worst. Completely arrogant and obnoxious, ignoring everyone around him. And just trying to annoy me all the time.

Oh isn't that a great beginning of my life?

Third Person

Little did Sonny know. Whitney Hitcher thought of her as the biggest rival of all. But that was all one year ago…

A year ago-Whitney's dressing room-Whitney and Chad

"Now for the last audition tape. Miss Allison Munroe. Ha. Dumb name. Dumb girl. Don't wish to see too much." Whitney cackled evilly.

"Right Aunt Whitney." Chad sat coolly in his couch, waiting as his aunt inserted the DVD of Allison Munroe's audition tape.

"Oh wait." Whitney stopped abruptly and went over to switch on her computer and opened the tab named Talentometer, "Just in case she's any good. I want to see how much talent she has."

"Right Aunt Whitney." Chad said for the second time, while looking at himself in a mirror. "I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy. I mean, the previous girls were junk. They didn't even have the looks."

Whitney laughed her horrible and ear-piercing laugh as she clicked play on her remote control.

The screen blinked and a bubbly brunette appeared on the screen.

"Oooh. Chad likey…" Chad sat up straighter and opened his eyes wider.

"Hey I am Sonny Munroe from Wisconsin. I am 15 this year and I would LOVE to join your business of acting and singing. This is "Get Back" by Demi Lovato."

"This is one hot girl, aunt." Chad started to say until Sonny's voice covered the room, strong, sweet and passionate all in one. Chad and Whitney were both silent until the Talentometer shot up past 153, the high score talent of America, and Whitney's current singing talent—all the way to 173. The dreaded number.

The room was filled with a shriek of agony, anger and jealousy.

This girl is a goner. She could not ever be in show biz. Her face would never be revealed to the fans. Her voice would never be free and soar. Because Whitney Hitcher was making Sonny Munroe her assistant. No way is she ever going to think she was actually good.

Chad's POV

"No, I am not dating anyone at the moment!" I screamed at the last paparazzi asking me the same question. Urgh, why can't they just leave me alone?

I know. Hollywood's Bad Boy not dating anyone? How is that possible? Well, it is. For a reason, clearly. That no one should ever know.

Well, there's this girl.

Named... That doesn't matter.

So she's super hot and drives me crazy. Her brown waves adding on to her overall cuteness. Whenever she bites her lip or blink her adorable brown eyes, I feel like hugging her and kissing her furiously. Her smile and the way she walks, talks, breathes, everything, is just so damn cute!

Darn the story of Romeo and Juliet. I feel just like him. We must be a much cuter and hotter couple than them though. I mean, I'm perfect, she, well, she's hotter than me. If that's even possible.

And no, I'm not all that shallow. I mean looks do make a good impression. But shallow bimbos are only by my side for only around a week. Then they're gone. I need someone with depth and can hold a good conversation. But is still attractive at the most part.

Then she came. Attractive and smart. She's so funny yet I can never get her to talk to me. She hates me. She thinks I'm a jerk. I've heard other guys flirting with her, and her joking with them. Underneath my blood boiling, I really wish I was the guy. That she was into me. That she wanted me as much as I want her.

Sonny Munroe. My aunt's deadly enemy. No way would I be able to date her.

Not that I had a chance anyway.

So how was that? Please review. I need to know how I did on my first chapter to continue the rest of the story. Hope that you noticed Whitney Hitcher like WITCH? Just saying.

Well, that was fun to write. I hope you enjoyed it! But how would I know? You know, I know, we all know. CLICK ON THAT BUTTON TO REVIEW! NOW!

-Andi