A/N – I'm so sorry! I've been on a film making course, meeting new people and having lots of fun, but also being creatively focused on that and neglecting this! Please feel free to guilt trip/hate mail me into writing!

Disclaimer: *loudspeaker* This is a reader announcement, Rebecca would like to inform you that she does not own Sonny with a Chance. That's Rebecca does NOT own Sonny with a Chance. Thank you, and enjoy reading *beep*

I dislike fuss. You know what I mean, people fussing around you, swarming like bees to honey. I find it suffocating. That's what this morning was. Make up artists, uninterested in my attempted French conversation, asked me coldly to hold still as they painted layer upon layer of powdery cream over every inch of my face. I felt that if I smiled it would crack and fall into my hands like two halves of a mask. Tawni, however, thrives under these circumstances. She adores having the undivided attention of a perfect stranger, even if they appear to have no intention of responding to, or even acknowledge her constant babble.

"So I said to her, 'This face doesn't even need makeup,' and she said…"

It was never ending, and it soon became white noise to my internal monologue. It'd been a long flight.

That morning we had a press conference until ten, and then we were free to visit Paris as we wished. I listed and relisted the things I wanted to do, fitting them into time slots, then shifting them around. There was no way on earth I would be able to do everything.

"Sonny Munroe and Chad Dylan Cooper, five minute call!" crackled an amplified voice, cutting through my thoughts.

I should have known that they would want to speak to me and Chad together, and what with the media coverage it would get, I was not surprised that the studios had allowed it.

I stood up, and said goodbye to Tawni, who was too busy talking to notice, and bid farewell to the make up artist (in French, of course) who ignored me. My footsteps echoed through the halls as I walked towards the set. Before I got any further than halfway, I felt a hand close around my wrist, before a strong arm quickly pulled me by the waist into the dark cover of a store cupboard.

"Chad, what…" he cut me off.

"Look, we need to talk." He began. His arms were still around my waist.

"Yeah, I know. We need to plan what we're going to say in this interview."

He seemed to not understand for a second. "What?" He asked, distractedly. "Oh, oh yeah. The interview."

I was suddenly all too aware of just how close we were standing. I pulled away, and his grip loosened.

"So we'll say actually what you said in the papers was a continuation of a joke we have going, and we're actually really good friends."

"Yeah, sounds good. I'll say it got way out of proportion and I never meant it to sound like it did." I could only see the outline of his face, so I couldn't tell, but he sounded upset about something.

"Alrighty then. Can we get out of this cupboard now? Just there's a mop sticking into my back, and it's kind of uncomfortable…"

"Yeah, yeah sure." He opened the door and bright light illuminated his face. He looked put out for some reason.

"It'll be over before we know it." I assured him.

And it was.

Before we could go anywhere, we of course had to watch the interview back, to make sure the companies were both satisfied. Subtitles in both English and French flashed up at the bottom of the screen.

Interviewer: So, there's been word of something of a scandal between you two, we hear some things have been said…

Sonny: [laughs] Oh, that! Well, we've had this thing going for a while, it's become a bit of a running joke.

Chad: Yes, we play up to the supposed 'rivalry' between our shows. I never meant for it to be taken so seriously!

Interviewer: [to Sonny] So when you heard the news, how did you feel?

Sonny: I was quite amused really! I mean, I knew it had been meant light heartedly so I was surprised how it all got blown out of perspective like that! It's the first time I've had to worry about paparazzi though. I'm really new to this whole business so I'm still a bit overwhelmed by it. I'm just grateful people who didn't know the whole story supported me!

Interviewer: So Chad, can we just clarify that you value Sonny's acting skills?

Chad: Of course! Condor Studios have a real eye for talent, as you can tell! [laughs]

Interviewer: So you two are friends then?

Sonny: Of course! We see each other all the time, how can we not be?

It seemed to fit the bill. I was free to visit Paris as I wished. In the end, I finished up on my own, moping around the Louvre. Don't get me wrong, the art was beautiful, but I felt a little, I don't know, underappreciated? That might sound stupid from someone who's just been nominated for a Teen Choice Award, but I was in the knowledge that Chad really didn't consider me as a real actress, just that he felt bad for saying it to the entire world, and that Tawni couldn't give a toss about whether I was there or not. America and my friends and family suddenly felt a long way away, and I was glad that we'd be leaving for home at four in the morning after the awards.

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