Disclaimer: Do you think I really own it? Geez Louise. Duh, I don't.

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Chad's POV

"Okay, I'm going to go get a froyo." I announced to my cast.

"Bye," They all mumbled. But Portlyn looked up from her script she was studying and waved, a smile on her lips. I nodded at her and left.

When I reached the doors, I pushed them both open to add more effect to the entrance of Chad Dylan Cooper. No one looked up to admire me, though. I was really annoyed already, impatient for So Random! tonight, and nobody bowing down to me wasn't exactly helping my mood. Or my ego, for that matter.

Then I saw a certain brunette look up- a late reaction to when I came in- and glare. I glared back, but then I noticed what she was wearing. (A/N Did you really think I wouldn't describe it for you? :) )

What I noticed first was her dress. It was a black and white zebra print dress. At the top it was a tank, then my eyes roamed down to see the hem was a foot from her knees. Sort of short, but definitely not half as bad as what you would see on other girls in Hollywood. It was short enough to be worn with leggings, so Sonny did just that. Beneath her dress were magenta leggings that worked perfectly on top of her slightly tanned skin. Everything fit her great, the dress showing off all her curves and made her look...look hawt. Yeah, I called Sonny Monroe hawt. Gotta problem? Her soft brown hair was dead straight, and much longer than what I was used to seeing. But then again, I wasn't used to seeing her like this at all.

I walked towards her, for once in my life paling next to someone else's beauty. How was that possible?

Sonny saw me approaching, so, smirking, she turned back to the froyo machine. I stood behind her, speechless. What could I say that wouldn't make me sound like a dork?

"Like what you see, Cooper?" She spun towards me, that cute smile still plastered on her flawless lips. Up close, she looked like a supermodel.

Sonny's face was perfectly smooth, her cheeks a slight shade of pink from just the right amount of blush she put on. But her eyes were hypnotizing. They were outlined in a soft brown liner, and her lashes were thick and dark when she looked up through them. Her eye shadow was many different colors blended to make a smoky effect, and it fit perfectly well with her outfit.

"You look-" There was no words to describe her.

"I hope I can take your being speechless as a good thing?" She was immediately worried. I laughed and shook my head, pinching myself for a reality check. Woah. Sonny really was here.

"No- I mean, yeah- I guess-well- you look great." I stammered horribly, blood rose to my cheeks as I realized I 'd said this aloud.

Sonny seemed unfazed by my comment though. As though she was hearing it all day.

"Thanks, I want to look good for the show tonight." Worry crossed her features again, and I could tell she was thinking she had said too much.

I decided to play it dumb.

"Oh, well- you succeeded." I took a deep breath.

"Are you okay Chad?

"Totally." I lied. Couldn't she see how ugly she was making me feel?

"Oh, okay then. Um, I have to go rehearse now, but see ya later."

"Yeah." I said flirtatiously, getting some of my charm back.

Sonny just rolled her eyes and walked away, and as I watched her retreating figure, every male's head in the room turned in her direction.

"Pigs."

Sonny's POV

I had practiced my guitar for as long as I could, but then the speakers announced So Random! would be live in 30 minutes. This is what was going to happen:

Tawni and I would do Check It Out girls again, because we hadn't learned a new sketch. At the end of it, I would grab the mic, explaining what was going to happen... you know... change, and go sing. I had chosen a good song, and I was ready. At least, I hope I was.

I changed into my Check It Out Girls outfit and did my usual warm up and then Tawni and I were ready.

"Ready?" Tawni asked me, biting her lip.

"Ready." I assured her. She nodded and then heard our queue.

"Are you ready to get SO RANDOM!" Everyone screamed our names, then Tawni and I bounced on stage.

"Check it out tomater!" I squeaked perkily, and said check it out 70 more times before the sketch was finally over.

We came out from below the curtain and waved, my stomach was shaking, I was so nervous. Wait, no I wasn't. It was nausea. Yep. Sure...

"Alright everyone!" Marshall yelled in the mic. Okay, I was definitely nervous.

"You're probably wondering why we made a short version of Check It Out this weekend, and I'll tell you why. We have a very special treat for you tonight!"

I smiled at the crowd, my stomach was flipping so rapidly I felt like I was going to throw up. But not really, thank God, too. I looked around in the crowd, waving and laughing to hide my true feelings. That's when I laid my eyes on a blonde boy who looked a lot like Chad Dylan Cooper. Oh. My. God.

I put my hands down and looked at my feet. Why was he here? How did he find out? Oh geez, he cannot be here. Should I call security? No, no. Oh crap, just got to do it when he's here.

"We're going to have our own Sonny Monroe tell you what's going to happen, and I know you'll enjoy it! Thank you so much!"

Marshall gave the mic to me, and my cast mates ran behind the curtains. I looked surprised that they all suddenly left, and the audience laughed. I looked at them all, they were all here for me. Me. Oh gosh. Time to speak, Sonny.

"Alright, guys. I guess we have something good for you. So, I have a confession to make." I glanced around, and met Chad's eye. He nodded at me in encouragement. "When I came to Hollyood, I brought something very special with me." I sighed. "My guitar." I heard a lot of "no way"s "wow"s. "Yeah. I hadn't had a lot of time with it, so I snuck it out and played for a solid hour. And, just my luck, Nico and Grady had a camera in the room." I giggled at the craziness of it all. "When they watched the tape, they saw me singing and playing guitar, and gosh it was so embarrassing." I shook my head and the audience laughed again. They looked shocked, too.

"So, I agreed with my cast mates that I would show you one of my songs"- everyone screamed-"tonight. I'll be right back. Say hi to the person next to you, make a new friend. I just need a minute to get my stuff. Don't go anywhere." They laughed again and I rushed off stage to get ready.

I changed into my black skinny jeans, green t-shirt, black vest and black boots. Tawni did a last minute makeup check, and when she gave me the okay and a good luck, I grabbed the electric guitar the studio donated to me and ran back on stage.

Everyone applauded and yelled when I got back, and I heard a couple wolf-whistles. I blushed deeply and stood in front of the mic.

"Okay," I started, and the noise died down. "As I'm sure you all know, I came from Wisconsin. Moving to Hollywood was crazy, and instead of whipping out a monologue, I wrote a song. ( A/N I do not own this line at all. Props to Demi Lovato at the interview for her newest album!) This one is called 'La La Land. Here goes nothing."

I started playing, and everyone nodded their heads to the beat. Okay, so far so great. I leaned into the microphone and sang

I am confident
But I still have my moments
Baby, that's just me
I'm not a supermodel
I still eat McDonald's
Baby, that's just me

Well, some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything
Because of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well, everything's the same
In the la-la land machine
Machine, machine

When I opened my eyes to look at he crowd, my eyes drifte to Chad. He smirked and started to clap to the beat. Everyone looked around, wondering who started it, then they all started clapping. I grinned at Chad, and continued.

Who said I can't wear my
Converse with my dress
Well, baby, that's just me
Who says I can't be single
And have to go out and mingle
Baby, that's not me

Well, some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything
'cause of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well, everything's the same
In the la-la land...

Tell me, do you feel the way I feel
'Cause nothing else is real
In the la-la land machine

The clapping stopped and then everyone started dancing. Oh, gosh. Did they really like it?

Well, some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything
Because of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well, everything's the same
In the la-la land machine

Well, I'm not gonna change
In the la-la land machine
Well, I will stay the same
In the la-la land machine

Machine
Machine
I won't change anything in my life
I won't change anything in my life
I'm staying myself tonight
I'm staying myself tonight
La, la, la, la, la

I pulled away from the mic, unsure. Everyone was quiet then, and it was piercing my ears.

Then, they all burst into applause and screamed, giving me a standing ovation. I looked around, and decided to voice my thoughts.

"Did you like it?" The screaming got louder and I smiled huge. Yay!

I saw Chad sneak out, and I sighed. I'd have to see if he liked it later.