I am so sorry about the chapter mishap thing! I guess that's why you shouldn't upload a story at 1:00 am :P Ok, this should work better this time.

Thank you so much for your response to Chapter 1! I was very overwhelmed to get seven responses in nine hours :)

Here is Chapter 2. I hope that you enjoy it as much as you did Chapter 1.

"Mail's here!" Gus, the old mailman at Wickham Studios, gleefully called out. With squeals and shouts, the cast of The Goody Gang hurried over to his cart. Everyone that is, but Chad. He hung back, scuffing his tennis shoes on the floor. He didn't even bother to look at everyone grabbing for their fan mail.

"Stupid fan mail," he mumbled. The show had been running for a month, but nobody had sent him a letter. Sure, he was only a minor character, but so was Tawni and she got lots of letters. Chad frowned and glanced over at Tawni. It must have been her golden hair and cheerful personality. He reached a hand up to touch his own hair. It was golden too, but it must not have been like Tawni's hair.

He sat down on his makeup chair with a huff and peered over at the group around the mail cart. Most of them were holding letters. The older ones moved over to their makeup chairs or to the couch to read their fanmail. Chad smiled a bit smugly when he realized that Tawni didn't have a letter in her hand. Serves her right, he thought, she's just a minor character like me. His thoughts were interrupted by Gus's call,

"Chad Dylan Goldfarb! Where's Chad?" He saw the boy leap off his seat and come running over. Gus knowingly smiled. "First fan letter, eh? Well, looks like a nice, fat one for you." He handed the thick envelope to Chad, "Here you go, son."

Chad clung to the letter and hurried to get his jacket. Gus always brought the mail right before the parents showed up to take their kids home. Chad might have been an actor and all of six years old, but he still couldn't read much. He decided to ask Mom to read the letter for him right after they got home. It would be hard to be patient- he could hardly wait to see who had sent him his very first fan letter.

"Excuse me! Can I get your attention, kids?" Emmett Garrend, the director of The Goody Gang, hollered over the noise of all the kids pulling on their jackets. He was a big, balding man who usually smelled bad, but he was an excellent director and pulled in great ratings. The Owner of Wickham Studios loved the money that Emmett brought in, but the kids lived somewhat in fear of him. The noise quickly died down when they heard his booming voice. Once he was satisfied that the kids were listening, Emmett began his daily speech,

"Thank you. Now, we had an excellent show today, but let's try to make it better tomorrow." Here he paused as he got to his favorite part of the speech, "Mr. Wickham has been very happy with the ratings of this show. He told me the other day that he intends to have another season of this show. With a new season coming up, there may be opportunity for you minor characters to have a bigger story. Of course, you must prove that you are worthy of such an honor. Now, go on home and be back here bright and early tomorrow!" Emmett did his customary bow at the end of his speech, then turned and left the room.

The kids breathed a collective sigh once he had disappeared out the door. Emmett came in every day after the show and gave the same speech. The whole cast could have said it word-for-word along with him. Instead, they had to suffer through the speech quietly. No one wanted to incur the wrath of Emmett. Chad usually thought on other things during Emmett's speech. Today, he had spent the entire time wondering about his letter. He wondered whether the person was a boy or a girl. He kind of hoped that it was a girl.

As soon as Emmett left the room, the kids all made a dash for the door. The parking lot was full of parents waiting to pick their kids up. Chad spotted his mom's minivan and ran over to it. He pulled open the sliding door and hopped in.

"Guess what, Mom?" His blue eyes sparkled with excitement. Wendy Goldfarb looked back at her son and smiled. It had been several weeks since he had been that excited.

"Why don't you tell me while you shut the door?" Chad eagerly leaned over and grabbed the door handle with both hands. He grunted and managed to pull the door shut. After plopping back down in the seat, he grabbed the seat belt and clicked it shut. Wendy looked in the rear-view mirror and smiled, "Alright, Chaddy, what is it that you wanted to tell me?"

"MOM! I told you not to call me Chaddy. I'm six years old, remember?" Wendy took a glance in the mirror again and saw that her son sat with his arms crossed and an indignant look on his face. She hid a smile.

"Sorry, son. Now, what has you so excited today?" The grin came back, and Chad reached into his bag to pull out the letter. He was practically bouncing on the seat with excitement.

"I got a letter today, Mommy! My first fan letter EVER!" Chad never called her Mommy unless he was very excited. Hearing made Wendy smile. At that point, he remembered something and smiled with satisfaction. "And Tawni didn't get one today, which is good." He paused, "Mom, I don't like Tawni, but she is kinda pretty, isn't she?"

"Yes, dear, I would consider her to be pretty."

"Anyways, Mom, can you read the letter when we get home?" Somehow, Chad managed to get himself back on subject.

"Of course, dear." They spent the rest of the ride home in silence. Wendy had learned several days ago that it was better to not ask Chad how work had gone. He had been rather upset lately about how small of a part he had. Sometimes it was hard for her to find a way to encourage him. As a mother, she felt it was her responsibility to encourage him, but she wasn't completely happy with having a six-year-old with a job. Most of the time, she found it easiest to just avoid the subject.

They arrived at their apartment at last. It wasn't much of a home, but they were waiting to buy one until Chad's dad, Brian, could find a job in LA and sell their house back in Illinois. Wendy hated the separation, but she knew that it couldn't be helped. Chad had auditioned at an open audition in Chicago and had landed the role of Woody Goody. It was a great opportunity for the boy, and Brian insisted that his son have every possible chance to make it big.

Chad didn't seem to notice his mom's mood. He hurriedly gathered up his bag and the letter and ran up the stairs to their apartment door. In his haste, he left the van door open, so Wendy had to shut it. On her way up the stairs, she rummaged around in her purse for the key. She unlocked the door and pushed it open. Chad ran into the room and waved the letter around in the air.

"Can you read it now, Mommy? Oh please, oh please, OH PLEASE?" Wendy laughed and threw her purse on the chair by the door. She was very happy to see that Chad had a bit of his old personality back. It was easier to be happy when her only son was happy.

"Of course, dear. Why don't you open it and then I can read it." Chad eagerly tore off the envelope. He opened the letter and found a picture inside.

"Mom! I have green hair in the picture!" He frowned, but continued to inspect the picture. "She did a good job, coloring didn't she, Mom? She stayed in the lines pretty much. And I think she loves me. Look at all the hearts." Chad had never had a girl like him before, but he felt pretty excited about it. In fact, he didn't really mind the idea at all. "Ok, Mom. I'm ready for you to read the letter now."

Wendy smiled and began to read,

Dear Chad, I mean Mr. Goldfarb,

Mama says that I have to be polite when I write this, but I dunno about that. She's the one writing the letter because I am only five years old and I can't write good yet. My name is Sonny, by the way...

She continued to read the letter. Chad paid attention to it, but he also found himself wondering about the girl who had written it. He now knew that her name was Sonny. His fingers traced over the picture that she had drawn him. He guessed that she must have brown hair since that's the color that she had given herself,

We are going to get married in a field and have lots of cake with frosting, or maybe just frosting. And we will live in a big house with windows and have a little boy named Cooper. I like the name Cooper. It's like copper, only not. And copper is shiny and pretty.

Chad's eyes opened wide at that statement. He wasn't sure about getting married. Sure, he was ok now with a girl liking him, but being married? He involuntarily wrinkled his nose. No, he didn't want to get married. Although, he loved cake with lots of frosting, so maybe being married wouldn't be too bad.

I am sorry about the green hair. It was a mistake. Ok, bye-bye.

Love, Sonny

Wendy finished reading the letter, then folded it up and handed it to her son. She had throuroghly enjoyed reading the letter. The little girl who had written it certainly had a personality. And she loved seeing the excitement in her son's face as he heard his first fan letter. She had secretly been happy too, that he hadn't been excited about getting married. Chad looked down at the letter.

"Ok. The green hair was an accident. I guess that I can forgive her. She did write me my first fan letter, and she said that she loved me. I kinda like the idea of girls liking me, Mom. It makes me feel improptent." Chad stumbled over the big word. It had always been a hard one for him to say.

"That's important, dear," Wendy gently corrected. "I'm glad that you enjoyed the letter. It was a very nice one. This Sonny seems to really like you." She decided to boost her son's ego just a bit, "And I bet that if she likes you, then there are other girls who like you too."

"Your probly right, Mom." Chad grinned- a huge grin, "I'm gonna work really hard tomorrow and be EXTRA cute for Sonny. Maybe then I'll get some more letters." An idea popped into his head. "Can I write her a letter back? To thank her for writing me?"

"I'm afraid not, dear. There is no return address on here." She saw her son's disappointed face. "But perhaps you could write her a letter anyway. She wouldn't read it, but it might make you feel better." Chad's grin returned,

"Yes, Yes! Mom, I wanna do that." Wendy went to get her son a piece of paper and a pencil. He didn't have the best handwriting or spelling, but he insisted upon writing the letter himself. She was happy to let him.

Chad sat and thought for awhile what to say. He wanted to get the words just right,

Deer Sonny,

Thank you for the lettter. I really liked it. Its ok that my hare was greene. I no that it was a mistake. I like cake with frosting (he had to ask how to spell that). I hope that I can meet you sumday.

Chad

When the letter was done, Wendy took it and put it into a folder. Chad gathered up the letter, picture and folder and hurried to his room. He put the folder into a drawer and pinned the letter and picture onto his bulletin board. A smile crossed his face,

" I am the bestest and cutest actor she ever saw."

Thank you for reading this chapter! Sorry if it was a bit sad. I didn't mean for it to be that way, but I wanted to put in some background on Chad and his family. Again, sorry for any mistakes. Chad's letter was supposed to have bad spelling. Thanks again for reading!

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