Author's Note: Hi! This is VERY IMPORTANT: The end author's note is VITAL to read. PLEASE read it.

Also, my parents have this new rule where I'm not allowed on the computer until 4:00pm everyday, which is silly to me. Apparently I'm "on it too much." Pshh. So I'll try to update as much as I can.

Random Advice of the Day: If you're going to walk 2 hours to an ice cream parlour, wear comfortable shoes.

Disclaimer: I own nothing…yet. Muahahahahaha!

It was a dark and stormy night. A brown-haired Wisconsin girl and a blue-eyed big city boy pulled down their hats and yanked on their gloves, their stomachs twisting in every direction. The lightning cracked outside as their ebony shadows mirrored their every movement. With a hesitant hand, the boy picked a lock as the girl followed behind.

The girl crouched behind the last corner before their destination. She poked her head around and immediately flinched back.

"Someone's there," she whispered. The boy groaned, his blue-eyes flashing with fear and courage with every strike of lightning.

"Wow, this is so cliché," he said, adjusting his black cap. "Do we have to wear these? Wool does bad things to my hair."

The brunette rolled her eyes. "Will you stop complaining for two seconds of your life? We have a problem here," she said in a harsh whisper.

The boy picked off pieces of lint from his black attire with disgust. He looked into the eyes of the girl and almost lost his train of thought.

"Why are we doing this again?" he asked in a whisper. The dark corridor they were in really creeped him out, even though he would never admit it to his girlfriend. Every time the thunder roared, his insides churned.

"We both know Gerard's up to something, and we're going to figure it out," she replied, taking another look around the corner. "I don't know who that is, though," she added to herself.

The boy shuffled next to her, scrutinizing the scene in front of him. Whoever that was, he was standing right in front of Gerard's office door, which was their primary destination. Who would stay in the studio this late on a Tuesday?

"Looks like he's holding something." His blue eyes were determined as he pulled out his binoculars.

"I told you binoculars were a good idea!" The girl said in hushed excitement. He whipped his hand out to cover her mouth.

"Shh!" he said. "We're only like, ten feet away. Your mouth could have ruined it!"

The girl pouted.

"But….it's a very cute mouth," the boy said with a timid smile. The girl rolled her eyes. He looked through the binoculars again, adjusting each knob for a better view.

"I can't see anything, it's too dark. We have to wait until he's gone," he said disappointedly.

The girl went to look again, when suddenly the figure in front of the door turned around swiftly.

"Move back!" the blue-eyed boy said, pushing the girl further into the dark. "He's leaving."

The two held each other as footsteps began to approach. The louder they got, the more the fear inside them increased, and the more they began to regret even doing this in the first place.

The man rounded the corner and stopped. The two hidden teens caught their breath. This was it. They were busted.

….or not. Because the man whipped around and headed quickly in the other direction until he was out of sight.

The thunder crashed, but this time, the boy didn't flinch. Instead he breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head.

"That was too close," he said. The girl nodded and gestured for them to continue their mission. The two approached the door quietly and were both surprised to find the door unlocked.

"Well, that was easy," she said with a smile. They entered the dark room, afraid to turn on any lights, just in case. Instead, she pulled out a rather large flashlight and the two began surveying the room.

After many minutes of searching, one of them found exactly what they were looking for.

"Over here!" said the boy, waving his hands urgently. She made her way over and gasped at what he had found:

Two tapes. One labelled, "Sonny Munroe's Audition," and the other labelled, "Sonny Munroe's Audition: Fake."

"So that's what he did," the girl wondered aloud. "He switched the tapes! That dirty little--"

"We'd better get these to Mr. Condor," the boy said, stuffing them into his shoulder bag. "He'll be dying to see them." The girl nodded and as they headed out the door, the boy said, "Why did I have to be the one carrying the shoulder bag?"

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Chad Dylan Cooper grabbed Sonny Munroe's hand as they walked swiftly through the studios the next morning- tapes in hand.

"I can't wait to see how Gerard gets fired!" Sonny exclaimed with excitement.

"Just like anybody else, I'm assuming," Chad said with a smirk. "All they say is, 'You're fired,' and that's the end of that."

Sonny laughed and said, "Is it like, 'You're fired!' or 'You're fired!' or 'YOU'RE FIRED!'?"

Chad just had to laugh. His girlfriend was so goofy sometimes, but that was why he loved her.

As they made their way across the So Random! set, the last set to go through until they reached Mr. Condor's office, they passed a very distraught Marshall Pike.

Sonny stopped abruptly. "What's the matter, Marshall?"

Marshall glanced up at the two lovebirds and sighed. "I need to find a new guest star, and fast," he said, rubbing his temples.

Sonny looked at Chad and they both smiled. "Why's that?" Sonny asked innocently.

"Pearce just…took off. No one can find him, and we start filming tomorrow. What am I going to do?" Chad almost laughed.

"Don't worry, Marshall. We'll think of something," Sonny said reassuringly, tugging at Chad's hand.

"Oh, yeah, right, we will," Chad said, forcing a smile. He had no idea what Sonny had in mind, but he didn't want to ask.

x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x

A knock at the door startled Mr. Condor, who was, a moment ago, about to fall asleep. He didn't like being disturbed during his rest time, and it didn't put him in a good mood at all. Whoever it was at the door was going to get it.

"Come in," the owner of the studio said angrily. Sonny and Chad walked in shyly, suddenly nervous at his tone of voice.

"Hello, Mr. Condor, I'm Sonny--"

"Munroe. Got it, I know. I've seen your audition tape for Mackenzie Falls." Mr. Condor didn't want to talk, or have a casual conversation. He wanted to sleep, and all of this talking was making his mood worse.

"Right, that's why we're here," Chad said quietly. He handed the man the two tapes and stepped back.

"I've seen the audition, didn't I just tell you that!?" The large man roared. Sonny didn't flinch, but Chad, however, was shaking in his Italian leather shoes.

"Sir, if you could, please, just watch both of them again? It's very important."

Mr. Condor sighed. "You, with the blonde hair and the frightened eyes, put this in." He whipped the first tape, the fake Sonny audition, at Chad.

Sonny watched in horror as a girl with brown hair and brown eyes, who looked exactly like her, walked into the frame. The audition began, and Sonny wanted to throw up. The girl was completely over-acting, but she could see how Mr. Condor thought it was the real Sonny.

"I don't see a problem here, Miss Munroe," the man said impatiently. "Your audition was fabulous and you got the part. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Sonny didn't answer as Chad put in the second tape. Sonny smiled as the tape played and realization dawned on Mr. Condor. His eyes were wide and his fingers tapped on the desk.

"Are you trying to tell me," he said slowly. "That one of these is the real audition?"

Sonny nodded and pulled out the tape, placing it on his desk. Mr. Condor took the two tapes in both of his hands and read the labels.

"Where did you find these?"

Chad glanced at Sonny, who didn't know what to say. They couldn't tell their boss that they committed a break and enter to steal the tapes; they could get fired. But what else could they said.

As sweat began to break out on Sonny's forehead, Mr. Condor suddenly said, "Never mind, I don't want to know." He pressed the pager button on his phone and said, "Excuse, could you please send Gerard Henderson from Stage Three to my office. Thanks." Then he looked at the two teens. "You can go now. I guarantee that Mr. Henderson will be dealt with properly."

Chad turned to leave when Sonny suddenly remembered something. "Sir," she said. "What's going to happen to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, am I staying on Mackenzie Falls?"

Mr. Condor looked from Chad to Sonny to his hands and back. "Fortunately for you," he waved a few papers with a smile. "I haven't signed the forms yet."

A smile grew on Sonny's face, and Chad took her hand in his.

"So, I guess you'll be staying on So Random!."

Author's Note: It's not over yet, my lovelies! There's going to be an epilogue after this.

Here's my very important question though, and I need you guys to answer:

Should I Make A Third Story, And Make This A Trilogy?

Because I have an idea, and I think it'll make into a nice third story. I mean, after the third one, that'll probably be it for this. But would you like to see a third instalment?

Answer in a review, please! I'm anxious to hear what you have to say about it.

Peace, Love, and Cute Little Puppies,

-Emily.