Authors Note: I donÕt own the Newsies, I own only my characters, Anna (aka Anna-Banana), Mr. Spencer Pyle, and the Narrator. Please r&r because this is my first fanfic.
I remember how I got here. I remember reading the magazine and everything since then. HereÕs my story.
ÒOh my God! DisneyÕs putting Newsies on Ice!!!Ó
ÒWell WhoÕs going to be in it?Ó
ÒIt doesnÕt say, only that theyÕre accepting applications for cast and crew. YouÕve gotta call 1-888-NEWSIES to get one.Ó
ÒGirl, youÕre a great skater, you should try out.Ó
ÒI couldnÕt. Besides who would I be? Medda or Sarah? They probably want some big name for them like Sarah Huges or someone like them.Ó
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Little did I know Anna was going to call the number for me. I certaintly didnÕt expect anything other than vacation literature when the envelope showed up with my name on it. So you can imagine my suprise when I opened the package. I never sit down, and when I saw what was inside, I couldnÕt even think about standing.
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Well when Anna-Banana found out that the information had arrived, what did she do? She wouldnÕt let me eat dinner until I sat down and filled EVERYTHING out. (Did I mention I like to eat?) So there I was. Stuck. She made me fill out the paperwork. She made me find my competition tape, and dig out that tape from practice. And find that Bio that my coach made me write, and dig out one of my headshots that my crazy friend people had decided I needed. Not to mention write a short essay on why I wanted to be part of DisneyÕs show. All of that just so I could eat dinner in peace.
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My plan was to just stick everything in the mail and forget about it. I mean really, why would they choose me? Well so much for that idea. First Anna bugged me to death about it. Then I get this talant agent who calls me up saying (and I quote) ÒYoung lady, with talant like yours, you canÕt afford NOT to have me as an agent.Ó
WhatÕs my first thought after hearing this? ÒYea right.Ó Until I got home from the rink a day or two later and find this message from Spencer Pyle on my answering machine. Apparently Mr. Pyle is the Director of Casting in charge of DisneyÕs On Ice Productions. At first I thought it was a joke, but Anna is the only one who knows about the application, and when I ask her about it, sheÕs innocent. So the next thing I know, sheÕs shoving the phone into my hand and IÕm asking for Mr. Spencer Pyle.
I remember how I got here. I remember reading the magazine and everything since then. HereÕs my story.
ÒOh my God! DisneyÕs putting Newsies on Ice!!!Ó
ÒWell WhoÕs going to be in it?Ó
ÒIt doesnÕt say, only that theyÕre accepting applications for cast and crew. YouÕve gotta call 1-888-NEWSIES to get one.Ó
ÒGirl, youÕre a great skater, you should try out.Ó
ÒI couldnÕt. Besides who would I be? Medda or Sarah? They probably want some big name for them like Sarah Huges or someone like them.Ó
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Little did I know Anna was going to call the number for me. I certaintly didnÕt expect anything other than vacation literature when the envelope showed up with my name on it. So you can imagine my suprise when I opened the package. I never sit down, and when I saw what was inside, I couldnÕt even think about standing.
**********
Well when Anna-Banana found out that the information had arrived, what did she do? She wouldnÕt let me eat dinner until I sat down and filled EVERYTHING out. (Did I mention I like to eat?) So there I was. Stuck. She made me fill out the paperwork. She made me find my competition tape, and dig out that tape from practice. And find that Bio that my coach made me write, and dig out one of my headshots that my crazy friend people had decided I needed. Not to mention write a short essay on why I wanted to be part of DisneyÕs show. All of that just so I could eat dinner in peace.
**********
My plan was to just stick everything in the mail and forget about it. I mean really, why would they choose me? Well so much for that idea. First Anna bugged me to death about it. Then I get this talant agent who calls me up saying (and I quote) ÒYoung lady, with talant like yours, you canÕt afford NOT to have me as an agent.Ó
WhatÕs my first thought after hearing this? ÒYea right.Ó Until I got home from the rink a day or two later and find this message from Spencer Pyle on my answering machine. Apparently Mr. Pyle is the Director of Casting in charge of DisneyÕs On Ice Productions. At first I thought it was a joke, but Anna is the only one who knows about the application, and when I ask her about it, sheÕs innocent. So the next thing I know, sheÕs shoving the phone into my hand and IÕm asking for Mr. Spencer Pyle.