Yay! I did it! I got my sister to believe that I stopped writing, so I can write now without having to rewrite because a document was deleted! Woohoo! I'm soo happy that I get to keep writing. I'm so not giving up fanfiction.
Get this- I went to see TSO ( Tran-Siberian Orchestra- did I spell that right?) and it was fantastic. I saw it at The Q! It was loud and the lights were awesome! My life is perfect right now. Christmas break and tons of chapters- HERE I COME!
Disclaimer- I don't own SWAC or Wicked- too bad.
Thanks to Eyepatch Productions for reviewing and 'understanding' my sibling problem. It's comforting that people can understand how frustrated you can get with sisters. :p
Also, I'm going to make chapters longer for scaring you guys about not writing.
Enjoy.
I woke up to the vibration of my cell phone. I kept my eyes closed and blindly pulled my hand out from under the blanket and snatched it, turning it off. I sat up as quietly as I could so I wouldn't wake Tawni. I quickly glanced at her when the fabric rubbed against each other- too loud in the eerie silence. I cringed as she flipped over, toward the window and facing away from me. I took a deep breath and got up silently, moving the blankets away from my now cold body. I put on some of my favorite sweats and my AC/DC t-shirt and left the room.
I became a little paranoid when the elevator dinged as the doors opened. Did anyone hear it? I shook my head. No way.
I was planning to make breakfast for everyone, and that was a lot of food. I wasn't sure what we had in the kitchen because we ordered pizza yesterday. I wonder what we have?
I went into the kitchen and gasped. It was grand. It was all silver and professional looking. It was gigantic and a little intimidating, but inviting at the same time. I hope that made sense.
I went to the pantry door which was silver, and opened it. It was a walk in, and it was about ten feet long. I was not going in there. Too scary. I flipped the light on and looked around. Corn, green beans, spaghetti, olive oil…stuff I didn't need right now. I dared myself to go in a little deeper. I saw potatoes, cereal, pancake mix, bread, juices…I grabbed them. I put them on the silver island and went to the silver fridge. Silver, silver, silver…
I bent down and searched the bottom shelf. There were other things I didn't need. I glanced at the shelf above. Bologna, eggs. I took those, too, and placed them on the counter.
The silence was starting to creep me out, so I went out of the kitchen and grabbed the stereo. I placed it on a different counter and decided to practice some other songs. I grabbed the CD that had fourteen different instrumental versions of my favorites, I pressed play, and continued to search for food. The first song was God Bless The Broken Road, by Rascal Flatts. It's my new obsession right now. Don't ask.
The piano started to play and I opened the freezer. The only thing that I could use for breakfast in here was bacon. I pulled it out and glanced at the clock. 6:10. It surprised me that I wasn't tired, but I did get a solid seven hours of sleep. Maybe I should stick to that many hours.
I started to sing to music and found the drawers with all the silverware. I grabbed a potato peeler (A/N I blanked out. Is that what you call it? Tell me what it is in a review.) and made my way to the potatoes. I opened the new bag and pulled the trash can over toward me. I sat down on a stool and began to peel the skin off the potatoes.
The chorus started in the song and I sang louder. Hope this place is soundproof.
"Every long lost dream, led me to where you are. Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars," I sang. I smiled at how I was able to sing okay in the morning.
I continued to sing, and finished about twelve potatoes. I'm the master at cooking.
Then, a beautiful voice joined my singing. It made me drop my tool, and turn around on my stool. Heehee, I rhymed. But when I saw who it was with the beautiful voice, I stopped my internal laughing.
He took a seat on the stool next to mine, and grabbed another peeler. Without a word, we sang together and peeled about twenty more potatoes in five minutes.
"God bless the broken road," we sang, though his eyes looked deep with emotion, "That led me straight…to you." I smiled.
"Hey, Chad?" I asked him.
"What's up?" He questioned.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why are you up so early?"
"I just couldn't sleep. I was having such a good dream, and when I woke up, I was really mad. So, I just came down here." He shrugged.
I laughed. "And what was this awesome dream about?"
He shook his head. "Not telling."
His tone gave me the impression that it was no use arguing. I smirked and the next song started.
"Get a griddle," I commanded.
"Yes, ma'am!" He saluted me and grabbed one out of the cupboard. I giggled.
That's when I noticed something. Chad was wearing a pair of sweats. Just a pair of blue sweats. Nothing else. I gaped at him. His perfect figure. His perfect abs. How his muscles flexed when he carried the griddle. I couldn't pull my eyes away. Right when I thought that, I knew I was in trouble.
"I can't make breakfast on my own, Monroe. Stop drooling over my body and get to work." He said, cockily.
I couldn't look away. Oh gosh. Look away, Sonny. Look away, look away! His body seemed to get closer to me. I looked up to meet his eyes. It was the closest I was going to get to away.
Chad's body was too close. I loved it, though. Wait, no. No, I hated this. I clenched my fists together, trying to keep my hands from trailing all over his perfect body. I focused on only that, and succeeded.
His arms wrapped around my waist, he tilted my chin up to look in my eyes. My heart was pounding again. This time, he smirked again, like he could hear it.
"I'm really enjoying this," he whispered. I shivered. He chuckled and shook his head.
"I guess, if you can't take it," He shrugged and began to walk away. That comment broke me out of my trance. I sighed at my stupidity. His hand was sliding out of mine, so I grabbed it and tugged him back here.
"You're not going anywhere," I whispered seductively, trying to get him back.
"And why is that?" I was leaning toward him, and he was leaning toward me. I took the advantage of my 'acting' and ran my hand over his muscles. Good excuse. It was making me lose control. I slid my fingers up to his chin, and looked him in the eye.
I smirked and leaned back.
"Because I'm not making breakfast for ten people by myself," I shook my head at him, losing the seductive voice to show him he lost.
The lust escaped his eyes, and he slumped.
"C'mon, I need help making the French Toast." I went back to work.
"That wasn't very fair," he mumbled. It took everything I could to keep from laughing.
I put the eggs, cinnamon, milk, a fork, and a little Tupperware in front of him. He began to put the ingredients in the Tupperware and stir. I grabbed a pan and grilled the potatoes. After a while, the silence got awkward. I began to sing again, and he joined. We sang Fallin' For You for times in a row by Chad's demand…
An hour later, there was a table set for ten, with plates full of food. It was only 7:30, too. I went up the elevator and stood in the middle of the hallway, grinning evilly.
"EVERYBODY UP!" I yelled. "BREAKFAST IS READY!"
The first one to get out of their room was Skyler.
"Breakfast is ready," I perked up when he smiled.
"Thanks," He said. "Oh, Sonny?" I turned around to face him again. "Last night was really weird. I share a room with Chad, and he was talking in his sleep…"
I was intrigued. "What was he saying?"
"You didn't hear this from me." He looked around to check if anyone was coming out of their rooms yet. "He kept saying your name. I listened for a while, unable to sleep, but it was ridiculous. He kept moaning your name, and tossing and turning. But he was also smiling. It didn't seem like a nightmare or anything." I tried to hide my impatience as concern. "He also said…"
"What did he say?" I breathed, shocked.
"He said that he loved you." He whispered. Skylar measured my reaction, but I kept my face composed.
"Thanks for telling me," I nodded. He walked off.
I called out again for everyone to wake up. About ten minutes later everyone was downstairs eating. I was a little awkward now with Chad standing next to me as we worriedly watched everyone's reaction to the food. They said it was great, though. I didn't move to start eating, and neither did Chad.
So, he said he loved me. Was that just what he said in the dream? Was it a nightmare to him? The thought made me disappointed. Was I disappointed? If I'd asked Chad right now if he'd had any attraction toward me and said no, would I be crushed? Crushed, like I'd been denying the whole time I was at Condor Studios. But, if he said yes, would I say yes, too? I couldn't stop myself from being attracted toward his body, but who wouldn't? Maybe Tawni, but she honestly doesn't like him. Why couldn't I not be attracted to him? But saying that meant that I was attracted. That was confusing. But I knew in my heart, that if Chad Dylan Cooper liked me back, I would be thrilled. Liked me back, which meant I liked him. I liked him? My head was hurting. Was it love, like Chad had apparently explained in his dream, which he refused to tell me about? Was he having a dream that involved me, and some sort of attraction he had toward me?
"Sooonnnyy…" A hand was waving in my face. Chad.
"Sorry," I sighed.
"Everyone seems to think it's delicious." He smiled, proud.
"I'm sure it was. I'm the master at cooking."
"We'll see. Tomorrow morning. You. Me. Contest." He challenged. It made me curious that he wanted us alone. Maybe I could play with him for sec.
"In the kitchen? Alone. Just us?" I bit my lip.
"Yes," he looked confused at my nervous expression.
"Okay. I like when I get to see Chad Dylan Cooper set himself up for failure." I shrugged, and made my way to the elevator to go to my room and think.
Apparently Tawni followed me upstairs. The door opened and she entered the bland room. She sat next to me on the bed and sighed.
"So," she began. "You and Chad made us all breakfast, then?"
I nodded.
"It was delicious, Sonny. Thanks." I smiled at her.
"So," she tried to talk again without getting distracted. "I saw the way you were looking at him, Sonny. And before you say anything, I just want you to know something. If I'm wrong- even thought I'm pretty sure I'm not- sorry. I know you have a thing for Chad." I started to object.
"Ah!" She stopped me. She sighed again. "I don't know what's holding you back. What the casts are going to think about it…or your own denial. But, I know something. Chad and Portlyn are going out now-" The words made me cringe and tear up-" and they are not as cute as you guys would be. You guys are far better. So, if you and Chad ever get together, you have my blessing." She laughed.
"Thanks, Tawni." I was a little shocked by her speech. "But how do you know that Portlyn and Chad are a couple?"
"She was freaking out in the room next to us. She kept saying in her sleep, 'I'm going out with Chad'. I couldn't sleep. Apparently she did it yesterday after the pool party. She said she was inspired by someone. In her sleep. She never told me anything." Tawni shrugged.
I shook my head. I was glad for Portlyn, but now that I realized I wanted Chad for myself, I regretted our talk in the pool.
"Thanks, Tawni. You're such a great friend." I hugged her.
Tawni whispered, "You better make a move soon before I go insane,"
I laughed, "I will. Or I'll at least try. I'm very inspired by your speech."
"Good. It took me a long time to plan it out."
It was an hour before the auditions. I had taken a shower and so had Tawni. The water was freezing, though, because everyone had taken a shower. I was blow drying my hair as Tawni picked out an outfit for me. She had already picked hers out yesterday. She insisted on giving me a makeover. I had told her no at first, but then she started talking about how much Chad would like it. I agreed, then, only to get her to shut up, not because of Chad.
When I had finished, Tawni already had her light blue straightener out. She wanted to make my hair curly, but then chose dead straight.
"I don't know," She murmured to herself. "What do you think, Sonny?"
"Curly." I answered simply. She seemed shock at my certainty, but shrugged all the same.
"Curly it is then," she mumbled, running the straightener through my hair. I settled in.
Fifteen minutes later my hair was really bouncy, but super cute!
"I love it Tawni!" I twirled a strand around my finger.
"Me, too. You look great!" She then went on to cosmetics.
Tawni looked at my face through the mirror. She put blush on my cheeks and started working. When she was done, I looked gorgeous. My cheeks were rosy with the perfect amount of blush. My lips were painted a soft shade of pink, and my eyes…were shocking. They were outlined in a soft black liner, not too thick or too thin. My lids had many different colors to make a smoky effect on my eyes. My lashes were very full, and darker, curled a little higher. All in all, I looked fantastic.
"You're a genius, Tawni." I praised her work. Was it weird to be hypnotized by my own face?
"I know." She retorted.
I laughed. I got up to look at the outfit she had chosen for me. It was a black dress that had the softest texture, it poofed out at the bottom. The sleeves were short, and the bottom looked like it would stop just a little higher than my knees. (A/N La La Land dress) She had chosen my strappy bubble gum pink high heels to go with. It was a great combination. Why didn't I think of that?
When I came out of the bathroom with the clothes on, I bit my lip. Did I ruin the perfect outfit? Tawni was gaping at me. She was wearing the same dress she'd worn to Chad's birthday party and some black heels. She looked great.
"You look great, Tawni!" I exclaimed.
"I better not be compared with you when we go downstairs. You work that dress perfectly, Sonny!" She admired her work. I felt like a science project.
"Thanks," I mumbled, embarrassed by her praise.
"Let's go." She smiled and linked our arms together. She grabbed a pink purse and put it over my shoulder. "You look so good right now."
We made our way downstairs.
I noticed Portlyn and Chad talking first when Tawni and I came out of the elevator. I sighed, upset. Tawni rubbed my arm. When the elevator doors dinged, everyone looked at us.
All eyes were on me. There was abrupt silence that made my stomach flip. I took a deep breath and walked out with Tawni. She seemed annoyed.
"Doesn't she look hot!?" Tawni asked. I smacked her arm. I got a couple of wolf whistles from the guys. Portlyn ran over.
"I hope I don't look as jealous as I feel!" She definitely looked jealous. We were both jealous of each other, but for totally different reasons.
"Thanks, Portlyn." I felt Tawni slip away from me. "I'm upset with you, though."
"Oh, no. It's my outfit, right? I knew I looked horrible-"
"No," I denied her thoughts. She looked good though. She was wearing a green spaghetti strap dress, with a black vest over it and black boots. "You look great."
"Oh, thanks." She blushed, too. "So, what are you upset about?"
"Why didn't you tell me that you and Chad are a thing now?" I smirked, hiding my true disappointment.
"How did you find out?!" She gasped.
I bit my lip, I didn't want to offend her. "You talk in your sleep."
She rolled her eyes at herself and laughed.
"Was it loud?" She seemed worried when I answered.
"I heard it in the room next to yours." I shrugged.
She looked so embarrassed right now, I sort of felt bad for pointing it out.
"Don't worry," I assured her. "I think I'm the only one who heard it."
Huh, that lie came a little easier than necessary.
Portlyn's expression became relieved.
"Well, I guess it doesn't matter if people know. It's just, I don't want them saying that Chad's going out with someone not worthy," She choked up.
"Portlyn," I put my hand on her shoulder and she looked up. "If anyone isn't good enough for someone else, it would be that Chad isn't good enough for you."
She smiled. "Thanks, Sonny." She wiped a tear. "So, you're not upset?"
I bit my lip once again, unsure if I should tell her the truth. I didn't know Portlyn that well. Could she keep a secret?
I decided to play it safe. I still wasn't sure about myself and the whole thing about be attracted toward him.
"Of course not!" I giggled, slapping her arm playfully. "You guys are perfect for eachother!"
"Okay, so you're really upset, then." She answered the question in my eyes. "I know you well enough to realize your voice goes high when you're in denial."
I slumped. I'm so easy to read sometimes.
"You had that whole thought process about him and you. You thought to youself, 'Do I like him like that? Does he like me back? If he did like me, what would I say about it?'" She nodded, apparently understanding my unspoken words. "I had the same thing. But then, I just stop thinking and straight out asked him. But, if I know anything at all, it's that Chad's way more interested in you. It's okay, though. I think Skylar is really cute."
I laughed. "I'm sorry, Portlyn. It's not like I'm trying to steal him from you or anything,"
"I know that, Sonny! You are Sonny Monroe, one of the nicest people I know. You would never do that to one of your friends." She assured me.
I gave her a hug.
"Limo's here!" Devon called out.
The atmosphere got a little tense. I could tell everyone was nervous. I grabbed my iphone and my itouch and walked outside to the limo with Tawni next to me. Portlyn went off with Chad.
"What happened?" Tawni was eager to know.
"Portlyn knows that I'm into Chad, but she said that she wouldn't tell anyone. And she thinks that he likes me, too." I sighed.
"That's a good sign, then," she nodded.
"I guess," I mumbled.
We were in the limo. Tawni was on my right and Chad on my left. What a coincidence. Portlyn was on the other side of him. She raised her eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes and gave Tawni one of my ear buds.
"Here pick a song," I told her, handing over my itouch.
"What's that one song called that you sang when you were practicing? The one with the high notes you hit perfectly," She asked, adding a compliment.
"I'm pretty sure I messed the whole thing up. But, the songs is Hurt by Christina Aguilera." I replied.
"Okay," she searched for the song. "This one?"
The familiar piano tune started, and I nodded, holding in the tears.
"You're going to do great, Sonny." Tawni noticed my nervous state.
"Thanks, Tawni. You, too,"
She smiled.
We made it to the theatre in about thirty minutes. I took ad eep breath and got out of the limo behind Chad. It was a huge building, and made me that much more nervous than I already was. Tawni patted my back and pushed me through the doors.
The directors told me I was fourth. At least I wasn't first, like Grady. Nico was second, Tawni third, Chad was fifth, Portlyn was sixth, then it was Devon, Skylar, Chastoty, and then Chloe. Alright, I'm ready. I hope.
Grady went first. He sang Cheeseburger in Paradise by Jimmy Buffet. His second song was Sweet Victory. Hmm, who's that by again? I forget. He wasn't bad, but not amazing either.
Nico actually did really well. He sang Our Love is like a Holiday by Michael…Michael something…forget that one too. His secong was Man In the Mirror by Michael Jackson. Who can forget his name?
Tawni was up. I wished her luck, and she walked onstage. She told them what she was going to sing, and began. She sang Love Remains the Same by Gavin Rossdale, is that how you spell it? And her second song was Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion. She was awesome!
"That was great, Tawni!" I squeeled as she rushed offstage.
"Thanks, good luck!" She smiled and nodded encouragingly.
I walked onstage, feeling a little more confident than I thought I would. I can do this, I can.
"Ah, Miss Monroe," the woman had a heavy accent and seemed more happy that I was onstage than anyone else. "Before you start, I have some info. Your boss and director strongly suggested to us that you play the lead role in this musical. Do you think you have what it takes?" She raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows.
I remembered Marshall's speech before we left. Don't tell them you're unsure of yourselves, tell them you have what it takes. I looked up at her and smiled.
"Yes, I do."
She seemed shocked at my confidence. "What will you be singing for us today?" She wrote something down on a notepad.
"Falling for You by Colbie Calliet and Hurt by Christina Aguilera." She was shocked again at my second song choice.
"Alright, then. Ready when you are." She folded her hands and looked at me. I pressed play on my CD I had put in the stereo and did my best. She praised my first song and encouraged me to go on to the next. She seemed eager to hear me attempt to sing like Christina Aguilera. The piano started playing, and I choked up. I quickly swallowed it. No crying at the audition, no crying. The first part of the song was easy. But when it came to the bridge, I hit the notes fine. It wasn't perfect in my point of view, but when I turned off the stereo, they stood up and clapped for me. Maybe I didn't do too bad.
Chad was amazing. He sang God Bless The Broken Road by Rascal Flatts. As I sat in the audience watching, he looked straight at me. Then he looked away, trying not to make it to noticeable. I smiled.
Everyone else was really good. I got some good comments from everyone, and I gave them some, too. All in all, the casts did fanastic!
"That was great you guys!" Chloe was really excited.
"Who do you think did the best?" Portlyn asked for everyone's opinion. I put my ear buds in to block them out.
I heard a chorus of voices say my name, and I looked up, pulling one out.
"What?" I asked.
Chad shook his head, "You did really good."
Portlyn looked shocked at Chad. Did she hate my audition?
"She was amzing! The best!" She chanted.
"Thank you, Portlyn." I smiled, and leaned back on my seat.
Maybe I would get the part of Elphaba. I wanted it so bad. I turned on as long As Long As You're Mine from the musical.
So, Chad thought I was good? I smiled, and settled in for the ride back to the hotel.
Hope this super long chapter made up for scaring you guys. Please review.
