"Okay, okay, let's calm down for a minute here." On the eve of the blooming actress's first day, Sonny and her mother couldn't quite bring the high energy levels down to a norm. They'd been giggling, skipping around the apartment and expressing their jubilation in general. It wasn't a bad thing, certainly, but Connie had begun to tame the excitement.

"Got your script piece they sent you?" asked Connie, to which Sonny nodded. "Got your rehearsal schedule?" Again, Sonny nodded. "Got your lunch packed for tomorrow?"

Sonny rolled her eyes. "Mom!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! It's just…" Connie let out a huff, then grinned, "exciting!"

Sonny smiled. "I know. This could be my next big break. I mean, they liked my samples from So Random. Wyatt said I've got the humor and characterization nailed. And this is more than a comedy sketch show," she added. "This is a movie. That I'm starring in."

"You just need to get along with your co-stars," warned Connie. "So Random, it was different. You were the new girl, and everyone else was already a star. Now you're on the same level as them. I just don't want you getting a big head about this, okay?"

"Of course I won't," Sonny assured her mother. "I'm sure I'll love my co-stars. And I don't doubt that they'll have at least as much, if not more experience than me."

Connie smiled. "But don't shrink yourself, either," she told her daughter. "You are a wonderfully talented girl. I'm proud of you, you know that?"

Sonny mirrored her mother's smile, pulling her into a tight hug. "Love you, mom."

"I love you too, sweetheart," said her mother. "Go to bed, okay? You'll want to be well rested for tomorrow."

"Yeah, okay." Sonny nodded, withdrawing from her mother.

In truth, Sonny knew she would hardly sleep a wink. She slipped into her bedroom, telling herself she wouldn't read through the script and summary a million times, but she knew that wasn't quite the truth. Sonny laid the documents that Wyatt had emailed her down on her pillow, flopping down on her bed and propping her head between her elbows.

Smooth Move: A romantic comedy

Eighteen year old Gigi Brown is the eye candy of every guy on campus at Fallcrest Academy. With her charm, good looks, and even pleasant-to-be-around composure, it's no wonder everyone at the small high school is falling for this senior. And hope springs eternal in the minds of young freshmen, as Gigi has remained without a boyfriend for six months. To her dismay, however, none of the possible male counterparts measure up to her ideal boyfriend. But all that may change when the fresh face of Spencer Fitch moves in, and like the rest, falls head over heels for Gigi. Will Spencer have the right words and the smooth moves to capture Gigi's special attention? Come and see for yourself.

This wouldn't be too bad. From the script, Sonny got the sense that Gigi was the sort of girl who was determined, ambitious, and never a quitter. Sonny could do that. She'd certainly worked hard enough to get this role, and she wouldn't quit, no matter the challenges that came in her way. No one was going to beat her, not when she was at the top of her game.

Go to sleep, Sonny, she chided, re-reading the summary. She repeated this mental admonition over and over again, as she peeled away page after page. First the summary, then each page of the script, and then repeating the process. How could anyone sleep, the night before such an exciting event? Though, eventually, and only to humor the reasonable voice in her head, Sonny lay the pages down on her nightstand and flipped the light off.

And she did get to sleep, eventually. After what seemed like hours of trying to quiet her mind and calm her breathing, Sonny finally slipped away into a dream-filled sleep. Her dreams entertained the thoughts she had somehow neglected while conscious. Who her co-stars would be, what the love interest would be like, and more unanswered questions slipped in and out of Sonny's unconscious mind. Her subconscious slipped many faces into the dreams, masquerading as her co-stars, some of which she knew and some she didn't. All of the dreams, though, were quite fascinating and filled with adventures. The next morning, though, when her mother came to wake her up, Sonny could hardly remember a piece of them.

"Wake up, sweety, it's time to get going," called her mother, tugging Sonny out of her sleep.

Sonny groaned into her pillow. Mornings were never her favorite, and even today was no exception. "Five more minutes?" she tried.

Connie rolled her eyes, walking over to the foot of the bed and taking hold of the blanket and sheets enveloping her daughter. With one hard yank, the girl's nest disappeared from above her, and Sonny yelped from the sudden cold that now hugged her, tucking herself into a ball. "Moooooom!" she drew out the word.

Connie chuckled. "You'll thank me later. Get up!"

Sonny let out a long, melodramatic sigh. "Fine, I'm up," she said, though more to convince herself than to satisfy her mother. She pushed her arms against the mattress of her bed, slowly but surely inching herself up and off of her night time sanctuary. Connie had left the room by the time Sonny had left the bed, and so the girl closed her door once again and dressed for the day. A yellow lace blouse over a white tank top, a pair of skinny jeans and brown cowboy boots adorned the girl that morning, along with a passing glance but ultimately declination of jewelry other than a pair of yellow feather earrings.

After deeming that her appearance was presentable to the outside world, Sonny grabbed the documents from her dresser and then meandered to the breakfast table. Her mother set down a plate of scrambled eggs and an English muffin before Sonny, laying down a fork beside it. "Eat," Connie told her daughter. "You'll need your energy. Do you want some jam?"

Sonny shook her head. "Thanks, though."

After a hurried breakfast and a tight but brief hug with her mother, Sonny rushed out the door and to her car. It was easy enough to get to the studio, but it did take a solid twenty minutes, and that wasn't accounting for rush hour. So Sonny had to make sure she left in plenty of time to get to the studio before seven A.M., when Wyatt and the director would be expecting her. Even though she had the role, she still wanted to make a good impression. She needed to be dependable, and she certainly didn't want anyone to regret casting her for the lead.

Parking was its own separate challenge, but due to arriving a good half hour early, Sonny wasn't too concerned. If she had to walk a bit, she had to walk a bit. That was alright. By the time she arrived at the actual meeting place, she was still a decent five minutes earlier than she needed to be.

"Sonny, dear, how are you?" Wyatt, a tall man with slicked back black hair, strode up to her and grasped her hand.

Sonny smiled. "I'm pretty great. And you?"

"Oh, I'm fantastic." Wyatt grinned. "You know our director, of course, Jack Forth." He let her hand go, gesturing to a shorter man wearing a smile and a fedora over his brown hair.

"Yes, of course, it's so good to see you." Sonny beamed.

"So, the agenda today will go something as follows," began Jack. "Once everyone is here, you'll all have around ten minutes to meet and get familiar with each other. You'll be working with these people for the next year or so, you'll want to be on good terms with them. After that, we're going to hit the ground running and start off with some cold reads, a few run-throughs of the first few scenes, and since it's the first day you'll have some time to memorize. Mmkay?"

Sonny nodded. "Sounds great. I can't wait to get started." She grinned.

"That's the spirit," Jack chided. He then looked behind Sonny, something seeming to catch his eye, then exclaimed, "Ah, Chad! My man!"

Sonny's heart stopped. Chad? It couldn't be. It wasn't who she was thinking of, right? Please don't be him… Sonny repeated mentally. She didn't want to turn around, though, in case it was him. But it was agony, not knowing, and finally, she forced herself to turn on her heel. There was no mistaking it. The young man shaking Jack's hand glanced his startlingly blue eyes towards Sonny, and stuck there. Chad Dylan Cooper was once again beholding the figure of Sonny Munroe, whose feet were still frozen to the ground and mouth half open in a stunned silence.