Dance of Death
Summary:
The strain of acting makes a stain on society. Sonny should of stuck to being a Comedian. One-shot maybe two shot.
Disclaimer:
I WILL NEVER OWN SONNY WITH A CHANCE.
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Sonny was walking through the halls, smile bright on her face. She had got a job in acting well a more serious acting job than So Random. This was the final straw she couldn't stand Chad telling her she wasn't a proper actor. Her film was called 'The Final Dance'. It was about a girl who's training to dance and has been all her life but then meets this guy who tries to teach her life's not about dance. When she got to Stage 8 she greeted the director. "Well it's very nice to meet you your co-star is over there," He was on the phone completely ignoring her. Being Sonny she just ignored the fact that the director was being rude. She strolled over to the blond cast mate who just so happened to be the three named Jerkthrob she hated.
"Chad,"
"Sonny"
"Cooper"
"Munroe"
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm playing the male lead what are you doing here?"
"Female lead,"
"Fine,"
"Fine"
"Good"
"Good"
"So were good?"
"Oh were so good"
Sonny walked away shortly after that they started filming.
"But Alex dancing is my life I cant stop,"
"Cut, Cut, Cut,"
"Told you Munroe you cant do it you'll never be an actor,"
"Fine,"
"Fine,"
"Good,"
"Good,"
"Good"
"So are we good"
Instead of saying anything again Sonny walked away. She practised long into the night line after line after line. Again no prevail the same thing happened again. That was it Sonny couldn't take it. She wasn't Sonny any more she just frowned never smiled any more. She forgot about the things she was good at. Her falling limply other her face her eyes where now just flat. She had given up reciting the script from memory. It was 3am in the studio it looked like a hospital wing plain milky white walls. She ran to the Janitors Closet and grabbed some rope.
-The next morning-
"Were at the scene of Condor Studios Studio 8," Santiago Heraldo was out side a grey day flowers were gathered round the doors people ignored the DO NOT CROSS POLICE signs. "Last night the young star Allison 'Sonny' Monroe committed suicide. The scene has been investigated and our first shots are coming in now" They cross to pictures the milky white walls had been darkened by a dancers silhouette. Sonny's body in a now limp arabesque, rope round her neck, the last tears still on her face. "Along at the scene there was also a note for fellow T.V. Star Chad Dylan Cooper Maria McKinn has the info,"
"Thank you,
'Chad Dylan Cooper. My favourite three named jerk throb, I guess you were right I'll never be an actor I tried so hard to prove you wrong but it was a dance of death and you won. We are so good. Thank you so much for being my best frenemy. I love you. Allison 'Sonny' Munroe.'"
Chad stared at the screen realising what he had done maybe just maybe if he had complimented her acting. She would have been alive.
Chad Dylan Cooper Always Wins but this time he didn't want to...
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Yeah I know its short but I'm wondering if I should Make it a two shot you know them saying there last good byes to Sonny on T.V.. Tell me if you like the idea in the reviews.
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