Sonny POV
I was relieved. Relieved. Reliieeved. I did it. I saved my friends. I saved my show. I saved me. Yay! And, to top it all off, I did it when Chad was there. I hoped he liked it. Oh no. He's going to hate it. He and Mackenzie Falls are going to despise me and my show even more. If that's possible.
Arms enclosed my waist roughly. Woah, it was Tawni. She was hugging me? Okay, weird. But I felt happy she was doing it and not pulling back immediately looking disgusted or something. I hugged her back.
Nico and Grady came on stage soon after, and we all had a group hug. Tawni released me just to go towards the mic.
"Isn't she fantastic?!" she yelled.
Everyone was louder than before, screaming. For me. Me. I started to cry. This is amazing!
The curtain closed.
"Sonny you were great!" Nico yelled, relieved.
"Are you kidding?!" Tawni looked appalled at Nico's compliment. Didn't she like it? "She was the bomb!"
The tears were nonstop now. They loved it, too! This is officially the best day of my life.
"Thank you guys so much!" I said, hugging them again.
"Let's go celebrate." Grady called over the noise.
"Let's."
We all hooked our arms together and headed out of the studio.
"Mmm, peanut butter ice cream is delicious!" I sighed.
"Chocolate beats peanut butter any day." Tawni argued.
"But together, they're the best." We agreed.
Nico and Grady laughed.
"C'mon guys, we have to... you know..." Nico trailed off.
"What's up Nico?" Tawni asked.
Nico looked sort of uncomfortable. Grady seemed to know what he was getting at though.
"Well, we have to see what the scary man has to say about your performance. He said he would be in the audience during the show..."
I froze. Mr. Condor was there? Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh. Well, I have to get over with it sooner or later.
"Okay, let's go."
My cast mates went our separate ways to get ready for Mr. Condor's critique. My hands were sweaty and I had trouble breathing, but I think he would have liked it. Everyone else did, right?
I was walking towards the cafeteria. When I reached the doors, I took a deep breath. I swung the doors open, then froze.
I turned around and walked out as quickly as I could without running. Then, it was too late.
"Oh, Sonny!" His voice boomed through the doors and of course he knew I heard it.
I turned around and smiled meekly. Everyone was silent, watching. Probably wondering if I was going to get fired. I was thinking the same thing.
"Yes, sir." My voice was shaking. So were my hands.
"Take a seat."
I did as Mr. Condor said, and everyone gasped. No one got invited to sit at Mr. Condor's table unless they were getting yelled at.
"So, your performance..." I looked down, tracing the patterns on the table with my pinky. "...was outstanding."
....WHAT?!!
My head shot up and I stared at him.
"Seriously?" I was in disbelief.
"Who wouldn't think so?" He was being kind. Mr. Condor was being kind. Oh. My. God.
"Thank you so much!!" I said, relieved. This was awesome!!
"That's not all. I got a call from a very close friend of mine-" where was he going with this?-" and he thought you were extraordinary. He would like to know if you would consider showing him some of your songs. He thinks you could have a future with this voice of yours."
This wasn't happening. A future...in singing? Was that what I wanted? As I thought about it, it could be fun. Actually, it would be awesome. I would love that!
I tried to stay business-like for Mr. Condor.
"That would be so great to do that, sir, but what about So Random!"
He smiled warmly.
"Ms. Monroe, you are a very responsible young girl who I am very fond of. I would hate it if you left So Random!, so you'd just have a busy schedule. With the money we get from the viewers that you bring us, Condor Studios will expand and have a musical area for musicians such as you. We could make more shows, more money, more fans. And, you would not have to drive anywhere or do anything differently, just walk down to that part of the studio and play. We were thinking of buying instruments for the stars to play if they wanted. Just a free room where you could do whatever, but please. Think about it."
It was the longest speech I'd ever heard M. Condor give. A musical area, for people like me? That's terrific. It would be awesome when we were on break, I could just go play the piano, or the guitar. Write more, play more, make more. I was definitely going to have an open mind about this. Totally.
"Yes, sir. I will definitely think about this. Of course." I said, smiling.
"Thank you Sonny. I hope you were thinking of singing again on the next show?" He questioned.
"I think that's the plan."
"Great."
He put his hand out and I grasped it, shaking it and walking away- right after I got many evil glares from the Mack Falls table. Where was Chad, though?
So, where's Chad? And could I have some ideas? I don't know what to do next chapter. I have a plan for the story but I don't know if I shold make it channy, or a record deal? HELP?!!
