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Chapter 4. Wahlah.........................................

Sonny

I sat up, trying to shake of the sleep unsuccessfully. My head throbbed as the blood flowed down to the now numb parts of my body. My foot was totally asleep, for I had slept on it wrong. I poked it plenty of times without feeling anything at all before realizing that I was being ridiculous. When I focused on where I was, I was momentarily startled. Where am I? Oh. Then I remembered I was in my dressing room- which was still unfamiliar to me because I had just walked in and collapsed on the couch, exhausted- and I would be in it plenty of times for the rest of my time on this show.

The thought had me extremely happy for a second. Then I remembered my mom. I hadn't got a call out of the blue, I hadn't gotten an email, text, or anything. It was almost sort of surprising. I mean, I would have at least expected her to call and say that she was fine with this, but since I got no contact whatsoever, I had this aching feeling she was very frustrated or upset with me. Or maybe even both. I couldn't blame her, though, I was being very difficult and stubborn. But yet, here I am, right? Right.

Before I could get into constant rebelled thoughts of something that was already done, the door to the room flew open and Tawni Hart walked in. My eyes widened and so did my mouth, and I smiled huge at her. I narrowed it a little, thinking I probably looked crazy, but she wasn't looking at me. I took a deep breath, intending to make our first meeting a good one.

"Hi, Tawni." I said politely.

She had walked straight to the mirror, not bothering to look around the room that would most likely be deserted right now. Her head flung around to stare at me, and I tilted my head to the side to add more innocence to my act. My smile attempted at warm, but despite my struggle, she looked at me as though I were someone she thought was totally weird.

"Uh, who are you? You're not supposed to be in here- we don't have fans come in the studios-"

"You do know I'm on this show, right?" I ask her skeptically.

Tawni gives me the same look as before; as if I were completely insane.

"Really?" She asks sarcastically and with a sly smile.

"Really." I mock her tone and fling my hands around in the air to complete the sarcasm.

After that, her face became shocked, then utterly outrageous.

"MARSHALL!"

I cover my ears and scramble up off the couch, suddenly very afraid of this girl who didn't exactly seem innocent, but not as scary and violent as she did now.

A balding man that I became familiar with a few hours ago came bustling into the room. He wore the same suit as before, but he already seemed frustrated and tired.

"What, Tawni?" He gasps, leaning on the back of the couch because he was so tired from his run. He looks like the kind of man who could get tired quickly and easily.

"What is this nonsense this girl speaks of?" Tawni gasps, and I figured she was trying to look smart around me so I would feel intimidated. "We were not informed of a new actor!"

"Actress," I pointed out.

She whipped her head around to glare at me but then turned around to do it at Marshall with the same speed.

Marshall continues, "Yes, I did tell you, Tawni. I gathered the whole cast in the prop house and 'informed' you about Mandy's replacement.." He gives her a strange look. "Since when do you know what that means?"

Tawni has a hand fly to her heart and gasps dramatically.

Before she defends herself, I say the first thing that comes to mind.

"Did I join a comedy show, or a drama?"

This time, her intake of breath seems real.

"We do not speak of the D-word!"

Assuming she means drama, I give her a weird look.

"Why not?" I shrug.

She looks to Marshall and her lips purse, annoyed.

"Well," She speaks directly to Marshall, but I know she's answering my question rudely. "Since you're going to be around a lot, I guess you'll find out."

And with that, she walks out of the room.

I stay frozen for a few seconds, realizing I let my sarcasm take over and I had been slightly rude to Tawni. She seems to feel like she's...well, a tad bit conceited. No one in this studio could have made a worse impression. But no one could probably care less about my first impression on them. I lift my eyebrows as I run over our conversation.

"Sorry," Marshall finally sighs. "That's just Tawni."

I nod. "I figured."

I begin to play with my thumbs.

"What time is it?"

"Um..." He checks his golden watch that looks professional against his brown suit. "About four-thirty. Everyone is running late today, we had the shows come in later because there was some construction going on in a part of the studio. We're all taking a sort of lunch break now. Care to join?"

"Of course," I said.

"I'll give you some time to get situated."

I ran to the bathroom and ran a brush through my hair quickly. It fell a little below my shoulders with those gentle waves that I really liked. My eyes were now as lively as they always are because of that helpful two-and-a-half hour nap. Thank goodness I got some rest. I got my makeup bag out of the drawer and put some on. Only a little, I don't want to look like I want to impress anyone. Who's here to impress anyway? I didn't know anyone here, because the only one show I actually watched is So Random! Other than that, I was clueless to any other actors or actresses throughout the world. I shrugged at my reflection, deciding I looked good for just getting up, and headed out of the bathroom and the dressing room altogether. Marshall had been waiting, so he smiled and he led me to the cafeteria.

"Remember this route, you're going to use it a lot when you're here."

I nod and let a soft giggle escape my lips. He smiled.

After a few minutes on giving up on all the lefts and rights, I saw two large white doors that seemed very bland for the liveliness in the studios. that could be true and sarcastic at the same time, but now, it was sarcastic. I seem to be thinking more like that since I've got here, I notice strangely. I shake my head and prepare to study this room carefully.

Marshall holds a door open for me, and I blush at his kindness and walk in. Right when I enter, I feel a lot of eyes on me. I stand nervously for a moment, playing with a strand of hair that had brushed my cheek and waited for Marshall.

"Marshall," I say quietly as he walks in and conversation erupts once again.

"Yes, Sonny?"

Then, I felt this nagging feeling in the back of my brain. Like I should know something, or something's happened. I shake my head and continue to speak my curious thoughts.

"So, this is where I'll take my lunch break every day?"

"Well," He debates. "You could basically go wherever you want. It's not like, school here, of course, you'll have all the time off unless we're shooting. We're going to let you get used to the studios for a few weeks, so the next sketch you'll be absent."

"I can go wherever I want?" I ask, happy at the idea of not being in this stuffy room every day.

"Yep," He nods.

Then I study the white space. The tables are the same, except one looks very fancy-like. It has a dark blue rope surrounding the group, and the people engulfed in the rope look fancy, too. The teens look very fancy, and extremely egotistical just by how they sit, eat, and even just their appearance. I notice how almost every single one seems relaxed, except two: one blonde haired boy, who was extremely cute, and another brown haired girl, who was very pretty. They ate the same looked the same and seemed the same, but something was different about them than the rest. They seemed sort of tense, almost. I shrug it off and look around again, only to find Tawni glaring at me. Her eyes look away swiftly.

"Um," I begin as Marshall starts toward the line. "So...what's up, Marshall?"

He laughs and grabs a plate. When I don't, he looks at me.

"Gonna eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

He continues through the line and I watch uncomfortably as he grabs more food. I go back to watching the table that looks especially good for a cafeteria. When I do, I catch the same cute boy staring at me. He looks away just like Tawni. His hair looks perfect, and every article of clothing looks perfectly straight, His appearance was dashing, and I get the impression that he really cares about what he looks like.

"Hey, Marshall?" I ask. "Who's the guy with the hair that looks like he spends hours on?" I point.

When he sees who I'm looking at, he chuckles, extremely amused.

"Chad Dylan Cooper," And I'm still clueless, but I nod anyway.

When I look back at the So Random! table, wondering whether or not I should go introduce myself to my cast or wait, I catch Tawni once again. Her glare is full of jealousy and anger, but before I can detect anything else she starts a conversation with another.

I glare, a tad irritated.

"Seriously, what's with Tawni? I think she belongs on a drama."

"No way," an unfamiliar voice denies me. "She is so not worthy of drama."

When I turn around, I find none other than Chad Dylan Cooper standing behind me, watching me with interested eyes. That's what I would be for a while, a curiosity, a freak. I sighed at the thought, and noticed Marshall had ditched me and sat down at another table.

"Um, she's the drama queen." I continue, not bothering to formerly introduce myself. "You should've seen the look she gave me in our dressing room." I scoff, shaking my head.

"Now how could Tawni give such a pretty girl a mean look?"

I blush uncontrollably. Was Chad flirting with me?

I shrug. "Maybe she thinks she's got some competition..."

"Hmm..." He nods, amused at my response, and for some reason I need to make sure he's really here and not some other dude who wanted to chat. His chair is empty at his table, and now the brunette I noticed earlier is watching our conversation with eager eyes. She looks down and eats her lobster as I look. My cast isn't eating that...then it clicks.

"So, Chad."

"You know me, then? Oh, who am I kidding, everyone knows me." He smiles and shakes his head. "Oh, and I don't spend hours on my hair, it's just naturally perfect."

I laugh, and watch as his eyes get some sort of flash of recognition.

"Are you on a drama?" I ask.

"Uh, yeah." He spoke like it was obvious.

"A very famous show?"

"Very." He nods.

"Do you think you're the best actor of our generation?"

"Totally, you already know me so well."

I speed up my words.

"And are you guys more famous than my show?"

"Very."

"So there's a rivalry?"

"A strong one."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Very," And then I hear a hand slap over his mouth. When I look back, I smirk at his wide eyes and shocked expression.

"Nice one, Monroe." He looks pleased.

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"How do you know my name?"

Chad misses a beat, but answers on the second.

"You're name has gotten around fast." He shrugs.

"So it seems," I say slowly, a tad bit suspicious.

"Allison Monroe?" He double checks.

I turn to face him.

"I usually let people I like call me Sonny. My nickname," I twirl a piece of hair around my finger and bite my lip.

"Cute," He smiles seductively, and I'm surprised how easily we're conversing- or, flirting. "You like me, then?"

"Did I say, that?" I look at him, mockingly curious for a second before smirking and walking off.

Oh, I was always incredibly good at that.

I walked over to my cast's table, very nervous of they're reaction toward me. Was I worthy of them? What if they were as stuck up as Tawni? Oh, no, what if they think I'm really weird?

When I make it to the table, they all look up, except for Tawni. That annoys the heck out of me, but I hide it.

"Hi. I'm Allison Monroe, you're new cast mate." I say brightly holding out my hand.

Nico Harris smiles hugely and stands up, scooting his chair back. Grady, Zora, and (finally) Tawni follows suit. Tawni does so grumpily, though.

"Well, hello, there, Allison." Nico reaches for my hand, but instead of shaking it like I anticipated, he presses his lips to it. I blush like crazy and move onto Grady.

"Hi Grady."

"Hi, Allison." He shakes my hand and smiles warmly.

"This is waaay too formal," I say.

"Got that right."

Zora reaches for my hand, and I pull mine back.

"What?" She asks in a weird voice.

"Seriously think I can't see that buzzer on your finger?"

She slumps and pulls it off, placing it on the table.

"It worked on Nico..."

Nico chuckled. "And I never do anything stupid like that again. I was so freaked that I fell over onto Grady who fell onto Tawni who got her lipstick smeared all over her face!"

Everyone burst out laughing. I quickly stopped, a little embarrassed. When everyone except Tawni stopped laughing, I grinned at how nice they were being.

"Oh, and Allison?" Grady gets my attention.

"Oh, you guys can call me Sonny."

"Cool." He nods. "I think we should warn you. We saw you with Chad Dylan Cooper-"

Everyone gasped and put their hand on their heart.

"Oh," I look at Tawni. "I guess you weren't being dramatic then?"

"Aah! She said the D-word!" Zora yelled.

I take a step back, leaning with my hands up in surrender. Then I waved them around as I said, "What's wrong with say drama and Chad Dylan Cooper?"

"Oh, I can't take it anymore!" Tawni shrieks, and runs out of the cafeteria.

"We don't say his name, Sonny." Nico states darkly.

"Dramatic!" I sing song.

When they all gasp, I put my hand over my mouth. I completely forgot in two seconds. Sorry, I mouth.

Grady shakes his head.

"Sonny, you gotta understand. They think they're way better than us because they're number one of the shows and get fancy food and everything. It sickens me..." He sneers.

"So we don't like them, then?"

They nod.

"And what about Ch- the guy I was talking to?"

"Don't get your hopes up..." Zora shakes her head. "He's Hollywood's bad boy. Also a real heartbreaker. He hits on every girl he sees. I'm pretty sire he was doing the same to you."

For some reason this really disappoints me. I turn my head to the table, watching as they all laugh at something I hadn't heard. Now that I really look, they look like something from a movie. A perfect scene, perfectly played out and just...perfect. I was suddenly very intimidated. So, when Chad looks my way, he frowns but turns back to the brown haired girl, the one I caught eaves-dropping on our conversation before.

"That's horrible," I say. How could one be so mean?

"Yeah. I heard he has this book where he marks down all the girls he gets and then dumps them in a week. It's really stupid. He's really stupid."

"That's why we don't speak to him. He's a jerkk all in all, so we don't speak. At all."

I nod, "Got it."

Then the nagging feeling that I must know something comes back at the same time my phone rings.

I look at it strangely, thinking that this wasmy answer. When I dig it out of my pocket, Paramore's song Hallelujah comes on. I read the caller I.D. it's unknown.

"Do you mind?" I ask.

"No," They answer, going back to their meatball subs.

I push the answer button on my iPhone and press it to my hair.

"Hello?" I greet slowly, more like a question.

"Is this Allison Monroe?" A female voice asks. It is completely unfamiliar to me.

"Um, yes. This is she." I nod, feeling stupid because this person can't see me.

I hear soft chatting in the background, so I try to focus in on what this person is saying.

"Is your mother's name Connie Monroe?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I should be giving you any information like that."

"I'm a cop, miss, answer the question."

I widen my eyes at this. Why would a cop be calling my cell phone?

"Yes, Connie Monroe is my mother's name." I whisper into the phone.

The police sighs on the other end of the phone.

"I'm so very sorry, Allison, but there's been an incident."

"Why kind of incident? Where's my mom?"

Another sigh. "She got in a car crash this morning."

I freeze.

Every limb, muscle, everything, immediately goes still. My mind goes numb, and my vision goes blurry as my hearing goes a little dull. The loud chatter lulls into a soft hum behind me and my breath catches in my throat. But then I realize, this is probably just some crazy person who was calling my phone and pranking me. I'll ask some more questions.

"What do you mean she's dead?" I ask a little louder than necessary.

"We have decided that she was going much too fast to the airport...that seems to be the direction her car was going. When it happened, we got plenty of calls about a speeder who..."

Her voice fades out as my mind wanders. I had killed my own mother. She had tried to come after me after realizing I wasn't there. Se sped because of me, lost control because of me, and crashed...because of me. I killed her. I had murdered another.

"That can't be. She's the only one left in my family...I don't have any other blood relations."

"Yes, yes, I know. We checked her will. You wishes you to stay with a very close friend of hers. They went to college together?"

"No I'm not staying with some random person my mom used to know." I sat quickly.

"Sorry, hun. That's what it says right here. We're notifying this woman right now. She lives in Hollywood...Danielle Cooper?"

"Doesn't ring a bell." I shake my head.

"Well, I've got someone on the phone with her right now...what have you got?" She asks some. "Okay, Allison, this woman says she knows you. You have to be there in a few days."

"No, I'm sorry. I'm not."

"If you don't, hon, then it's against the law. It says in your file you're not even eighteen yet."

"I know! How do you expect me to live with some random person that I've never even met before?"

"Oh, I think you'll be alright. Please just do it. It's either that or a foster home."

And with that, she hangs up after giving me the lady's number.

Why does Danielle Cooper ring a bell?