Sonny was pretty proud of herself for going three days without speaking to Chad. Well at least not really talking to him.

She could tell he was really trying to get her attention again but she was being pretty tough and she liked it.

She had spent her days doing what she was meant to do. Go to rehearsal, write her sketches, and hang with her friends.

There was however one thing that was bumming her out...

She was so proud of herself for taking a stand she wanted to tell Fizzman. She had sent him an email the first day but had never heard back from him.

She kept checking on Writer's Block to see if he had posted anything new but nothing.

She was kind of hoping talking to him would help replace Chad's spot in her heart. It was worth a shot anyway.

But, she could never get in touch with him.

She entered the prop house after rehearsal.

She grabbed her laptop and checked her email but still nothing.

She felt her heart sink every time.

She needed something, anything.

She jumped over to Writer's Block and opened up her saved documents.

Lots of his stories and poems were everywhere.

She couldn't pick one to read. She glanced down and clicked on one entitled. "Drowning in a crowd"


Drowning in a crowd

The water's depth covers me

The waves are rising high

How do I rise above them

And see the crystal sky

I hear the people laughing

Who live above this storm

I can almost see their faces

I'm cold but they are warm

Can anyone see me?

I call to those around

Can anyone hear me?

I feel bolted to the ground

Finally I find my footing

I rise above the wave

They can see my talent

I get all the praise

But is it all I thought it was

Or is it just a show?

Maybe it was better

When I was myself below.


Sonny continued to scroll down….


Her

What is beauty prêt ell?

Is it the soft locks that fall across her face?

Is it the way she walks, with elegance and grace?

Is it the speech she gives with a smile most becoming?

No. It is the rapid beating of my heart that she supplies.

It is the kind loving spirit that is beaming through her eyes.

It is the way she lends a smile to a friend

It is the way her happiness never ends.

Beauty is… Her


Sonny took a refreshing breath and sunk down further into the couch. What a lucky girl 'she' is. She read on…


My Haven

Working is a headache

Not working is a dream

There's no peace in that place

No way to joy it seems

Love is just a fairytale

Hate is just to stew

There is no surety when you are there

Emotions bid ado

Fame is not a surety

Praise will fade, you'll see

Where do we find our happy place?...

I don't know, Beats me!


Sonny laughed as she shut down her computer. "He'll write soon Sonny, just be patient." She laid back and continued to soak in the peace his words brought to her heart.