Chad's POV

I closed my dressing room door softly and sat down on my bed, thinking about what I just heard. Sonny, a musician? Why wouldn't she tell me about something like that? But then I remembered her cute little meaningful speech; stupid cute. Her guitar was a secret- or, used to be. What surprised me most though was how much I had in common with her speech- her guitar was a secret- well, so was mine. I got up and walked over to my closet. It was about as big as Sonny's dressing room, but in the furthest corner-behind some of my normal clothes- was my guitar. I hadn't played it for a really long time. Just like Sonny. I hadn't sang in a while, either. Just like Sonny. My mind was spinning when I went back to my bed. So little questions had been answered in comparison to how many had been raised. Sonny was musical. Sonny was giving up something that she really loved just to save her cast mates' butts. I hated how naive she could be sometimes. But she was still cute.

Should I tell her that I was musical too? But what if she thought I was lying? Of course I could prove it, but she'd never give me the time of day. She was Sonny, after all.

Would she understand that I was going thruogh the same things she was, or would she confront me, saying that I had no idea how hard her life was or something. Well, no, that just sounds like Tawni. Okay, yeah. Maybe I do remember their names.

And if I told her, what would are relationship be like then?Would she push me away, for fear there would be something more than friendship? I would she pull me in because we had something in common for once? I was in trouble now, there's one thing I know that could make this worse: what I know for sure right now, is that neither of us would be sure- or even prepared- for her response. I'd told Sonny to her face that she was different, in a good way. She'd never cease to surprise me. But this kind of surprise was not going to be the butterfly feeling I usually felt around her.

What would it feel like, then? Guess I'm just going to have to find out sooner or later.

I was still considering telling my cast about what I heard, or if I should just say 'Hooray! So Random!'s ratings are dropping!' Or just not tell them anything and use my awesome acting skills to trick them into thinking I had no idea.

But Rico was right…it was, Rico, right? Whatever. He was right, though. They're ratings would boost like crazy if Sonny sang; and the way he said that Sonny was amazing, made her sound amazing. It made me scared to think of how good she could be, if she can bring Mackenzie Falls to second best. I shivered at the thought.

If she was so good, why wouldn't she consider becoming an actress/singer? If she was so passionate about it, why wouldn't she show the world her talent? That brought me back to why I wouldn't want to be a singer. It was something special to me. It was more to me than my convertible. Yeah, people. Chad Dylan Cooper can be deep sometimes. You can just escape into a chord, and swim in a sea of musical notes… okay that was just sappy. But you could just get lost in a song and never even think about trying to find your way back. You can express yourself in so many ways, make the lyrics and chords feel what you feel. It was so cool, no one can deny it. And neither could I.

Despite who she was- *cough* random *cough*- I couldn't help but feel bad for her. Sonny's cast mates were being more selfish than I would ever be, and she wasn't going to deny them. Why can't she just learn how to say no? Remember Sonny, say no to drugs- despite this dilemma.

Sonny only had a week to get prepared for the show this Saturday, and so did I. I, Chad Dylan Cooper, was going to a live So Random! show.