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Sonny with a Chance of Christmas Feeling
6. The Song
CPOV
„Urgh!" I slammed the door shut. Here I am. The biggest idiot on earth.
I couldn't keep a friend. Not even for an hour. I sat back onto my couch. Now I was screwed. I had messed up. Really badly.
And this time I wasn't pleased with myself as usual. I was angry. Why did my ego always come in my way? Why couldn't I act like a normal guy for just once?
Who am I kidding? I am Chad Dylan Cooper! I am not normal. And I don't need friends!
I felt something sharp pressing against my back and turned to see what it was. The DVD. Perfect. Now I had to see her again. I gripped the box and threw it at my desk angrily. I regretted it at once.
Crash. It hit my lamp and threw over a couple of pictures.
"Shoot!" I ran over and placed everything that had fallen to the floor back on top. I would need a new light bulb. Just when I reached the picture of me on the cover of 'Tween Weekly' I noticed something next to it.
The photo of Sonny I had been hiding behind the frame. Why in god's name was it on my floor? My hands grew sweaty. I wiped them on my jeans nervously. I had always made sure that it wasn't in plain sight! This was bad.
Then I remembered something. The look on Sonny's face when I had approached my desk. Her flinching. How she'd asked me if I liked her.
That's when the piece tumbled into place. It all made sense now. Sonny had been in my dressing room. She had god knows why found the picture. That was why she'd been so confused. Did this girl have to have her nose in everything?
Groaning I slapped my forehead and sank onto the ground. Why did I have to hide it somewhere that obvious? Couldn't I have just hidden it in a drawer or under the couch?
I sighed. This was not good. What was I supposed to do? I had to make it up to Sonny. This was somehow partly my fault after all. But how…? I leaned back against the leg of my desk sending the DVD box that had been lying on the edge tumble down into my lap.
I took hold of it, turning it in my hands. It wasn't damaged. Good. At least I wouldn't have to get a new one.
Finally making a decision I stood up and walked over to the door gripping the box a little tighter. I was going to do this. With one last deep breath I closed the door behind me and started walking to Sonny's dressing room. Very slowly.
I was such a chicken. Hold that thought. I was Chad Dylan Cooper. Chad Dylan Cooper is not a chicken! I sped up my pace but stopped as soon as I had reached my destination. My hand trembling slightly I grabbed for the handle. Then I hesitated. Could I really do this?
I shook my head fiercely to get rid of the thought. Sure I could do this. I was Cha… Whatever.
Slowly I opened the door. Then stopped.
Sonny was sitting on the couch guitar in her lap notebook in front of her. Now and then she would scribble something into it.
I had never seen Sonny like this. So concentrated. So lost in thought. She didn't notice me. I kept watching through the crack of the door. It calmed me down a little.
Just as I wanted to step inside to say something witty she started strumming.
I waited and listened. Amazed. Then she started singing and I could have sworn my mouth hit the ground. I froze in my tracks. I hadn't known she could sing like that. She had an amazing voice.
I watched her and soon I got what and who the song was about. It wasn't that hard to get. I cringed back slightly.
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"You've got a face for a smile you know
A shame you waste it when you're breaking me slowly
But I've got a world of chances for you,
I've got a world of chances for you,
I've got a world of chances,
Chances that you're burning through
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I've got a paper and pen
I go to write you goodbye and that's when I know
I've got a world of chances for you,
I've got a world of chances for you,
I've got a world of chances,
Chances that you're burning through," Tears started streaming down her cheeks. I felt horrible.
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"Oh, I'm going my own way
My faith has lost its strength again
Oh, it's been too hard to say
We've fallen off the edge again
We're at an end
We're at an end," I noticed she was choking but she continued. I tightened my grip on the DVD. Almost breaking it.
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"Maybe you'll call me someday
Hear the operator say the number's no good and that
She had a world of chances for you,
She had a world of chances for you,
She had a world of chances,
Chances you were burning through
Chances you were burning through," Her voice cracked a little.
"Chances you were burning through
Ohhh
You've got I face for a smile you know…"
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I was stunned. And hurt. And… proud? What? I didn't know what to do. I just stood there.
I wanted to go over to her and tell her I was sorry but I couldn't. She sat there crying her eyes out and I was just standing there. I was a jerk. And that would probably never change. All I could do, all I was good at was hurting her. Again I was mad at myself.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned. And then I felt a sharp pain along my jaw line. I lost my grip on the DVD and it fell to the floor.
I looked up to see Blondie in front of me. Her fist at her side.
"Did… Did you just hit me?" I asked astonished.
"You are the biggest jerk in history! And you don't even get it! How dare you come back here?" Blondie looked furious. I had to admit I was a little scared.
I stared at her.
"What? The big Chad Dylan Cooper is at loss for words?" She snapped at me.
"The big Chad Dylan Cooper is here," I mimicked her whilst picking up the DVD, "because Sonny forgot this." I thrust DVD against Blondie's chest.
"And I know I was a jerk!" I continued fiercely, "And I'm sorry. You don't know how sorry I am."
"You think I believe a word you say?" She asked annoyed.
"No I don't. You're Blondie. Why do you care anyway? Lost you mirror?" Great. CDC was back.
"Excuse me? First of all it's Tawni! Not that hard to remember!" Blondie snapped. "And second, I don't know about you but I actually care about Sonny. I know it's hard to believe but I do! And I don't know why on earth she would ever like you!"
"Well I don't know either," I sighed, "But I think we can stop worrying because I took care about that." I dropped my head.
"Yeah! You sure did! And…" I seriously had never seen that girl so angry. The only thing that made the situation worse was when Sonny stepped out of her dressing room.
"What are you guys doing?" She asked. Her eyes were red and puffy and she looked tired.
"Nothing. I'm done with… him. Here's your DVD," Blondie spat handing Sonny the box. Then she turned.
That left Sonny and me. Alone. I looked at my shoes. They suddenly seemed very interesting.
"Sonny I…" She interrupted me.
"Chad. Just leave," She wasn't looking at me. Her knuckels truning white from gripping the box so hard. "Please," she added when I didn't move.
"I'm sorry," I said still not moving.
"You see that's the problem," She sighed, "I don't know if you really are. And I don't want to argue with you right now."
"But I am!" I said locking eyes with her.
"Now I'm sorry but I don't know if I can believe you," With that she turned walking towards the Proproom.
She was apologizing? That was not the way it should go. She didn't do anything wrong! But I am Chad Dylan Copper for crying out loud! I was not giving up. I started off after her, determined to set things right again.
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