A/N: I decided to start a fanfic about Sonny after the show. Tell me what you think, and if you'd like to see more of the story.

Dislcaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Sonny With A Chance.

The So Random fanbase was a loyal group. However, as Mr. Condor's ambitions grew, the small group of fans just wasn't enough to grant Marshall another season. But the cast took it well. Tawny, of course, was devastated, but quickly moved on. She got picked up at a modeling agency, and, well, she took to that quite quickly. Nico and Grady went on to establish their own live act of stand-up comedy, in the theme of Abbot and Costello. And Zora started her blooming career after So Random with a main role in a horror/thriller picture, which she loved. She'd go on to do just fine.

For one Sonny Munroe, however, the transition wasn't as easy. At first, she'd just wanted to move back to Wisconsin with her mother. But, as she'd discovered with So Random, she loved acting and couldn't leave it behind. So, audition after audition, rejection after rejection, Sonny persisted. She was a new face in Hollywood, and that wasn't easy, but she'd kept persisting. On one such afternoon, the girl collapsed on her apartment couch after a long and tiring audition for yet another television show. Did they have to do such exhausting dance routines? Sure, Sonny could keep up, but it was no mean feat.

"I'm home," Sonny called, in the strongest voice she could muster. It ended up being no louder than a small dog's bark, but it echoed well enough for the girl's mother to hear.

"Welcome home, sweetheart," a beaming, black haired woman entered the room. "How did the audition go?"

"I don't think I'm going to make it in," Sonny admitted. "Most of the girls there were better dancers than me, and I don't think any of them are exhausted after the routines they put us through."

"Well," her mother frowned, "don't count your chickens before they've hatched. You don't know what you'll get."

"Mom, it's been a month since So Random ended, and I still haven't gotten anything." Sonny pushed herself up, looking to her mother. "I don't want to say this, but I think it's time we moved back to Wisconsin."

Her mother pursed her lips. "Are there any acting opportunities in Wisconsin?"

"There's school plays," Sonny tried.

"Opportunities that you'd love to get?" Her mother revised.

Sonny sighed. "I don't know what to do, mom. If I don't get anything within this week, we ought to move back."

"Just keep trying. Do you know how many times Walt Disney's ideas got rejected? And look what happened to him," her mother encouraged.

"Yeah, but he's Walt Disney." Sonny closed her eyes, leaning back against the couch.

"And you're Sonny Munroe. A Munroe never quits, remember?" Her mother put her hands on her hips, as Sonny opened her eyes and smiled a tiny bit.

"Yeah, I remember," said Sonny. She would have said more, were it not for the telephone ringing and interrupting both mother and daughter's trains of thought.

"I'll get it," sighed mom. "It's probably that ripoff mechanic, telling me my car's got ten different parts I never heard of that need replacing."

With that, Mrs. Munroe walked out of the room, and Sonny closed her eyes again. She wanted nothing more right then than to sleep, but her mother's voice carried quite a bit. So instead, she listened to the half of the conversation that she could hear.

"Munroe residence, Connie speaking," said the woman. A moment of her silence came after, followed by, "Yes, may I ask what this is about?" Then there was a long pause, which piqued Sonny's curiosity and she sat up, eyes opening and following to where the kitchen doorway was. "Of- of course. Just a minute, please."

Connie Munroe hurried back into the room, eyes wide, and pressed the phone straight into Sonny's hand. "What is it?" mouthed the girl, to which her mother simply shook her head and put her hand to her ear, looking at the phone then Sonny.

Bewildered, Sonny lifted the phone. "Hello?"

On the other end of the phone, a bubbly male voice spoke. "Hi, is this Sonny?"

"This is she," replied the girl. "To whom am I speaking?"

"This is Wyatt McDonald, producer of the upcoming romantic comedy, Smooth Move. Listen, we loved your audition last week, and we'd like to cast you for Gigi."

Sonny drew in a sharp breath. "Are you serious?"

There was a laugh on the other end of the phone. "Of course I'm serious. You're perfect for the lead, and the director agrees with me. We'll see you Monday, okay? Seven A.M."

"Thank you, thank you so much!" It was all Sonny could do to contain her excitement until Wyatt McDonald hung up the phone. At the dial tone, Sonny let out a shriek and dropped the phone. She hadn't been this excited since she'd been cast for So Random, her favorite television show.

"What, what is it?" Her mother clamored.

"I got a lead, I got a lead!" Sonny repeated the chant in a sing-song voice, grabbing her mother's wrists and leading her in an impromptu dance around the room. Both mother and daughter laughed and tumbled into the couch after completing a full circle.

"I'm so happy for you, sweetheart, I knew you could do it!" cried her mother, grinning like an idiot. It was no worse than Sonny's grin, which seemed it could never be wiped away.

As the prospect of a new filming experience sunk in, Sonny couldn't stay calm for the rest of the evening. Nothing would get in her way now. Sonny Munroe wouldn't quit. She would show the rest of the world she was in this to win it.