Chapter 1

A/N: Hey guys! I know I shouldn't be writing a new story when I've got three others to finish, but I had to get this plot line off my chest before I beat my self for not writing it down. So without further delay, the story...

Jack's POV

I looked out into the crowd, all of them cheering my band, which before two years ago was unknown. Now CSMR is now the "next big thing" according to our publicist. The band consisted of me, my friend from Brooklyn Sean, and my Manhattan pals Tony and Nick. We were playing at Madison Square Garden with Sean on bass, Nick on guitar, Tony on drums, and with me singing. "Hello New York!" the crowd cheered with excitement, " We're gonna play ya a new song, I hope ya like it." I said with my accent slipping through. The record company didn't like when any of us used it, especially Sean with his being the most difficult to cover, but tonight, I could care less, I'm on home turf.

(normal:Jack, bold:Sean, underline:Nick)

I almost got drunk at school at 14

Where I almost made out with the Homecoming Queen

Who almost went on to be Miss Texas

But lost to a slut with much bigger breastes

I almost dropped out and moved to LA

Where I was almost famous for almost a day

And I almost had you

But I guess that doesn't cut it

Almost loved you

I almost wished you would've loved me too

I almost held up a grocery store

Where I almost did 5 years and then 7 more

'cause I almost got popped for a fight with a thug

who almost ran away with a bunch of the drugs

That I almost got hooked on 'cause you ran away

And I wished I would've had the nerve to ask you to stay

And I almost had you

But I guess that doesn't cut it

Almost had you

And I didn't even know it

You kept me guessin' and now I'm destined to spend my time missin' you

I almost wished you would've loved me too

Here I go thinkin' 'bout the things I could've done

Give me a forklift 'cause all this baggage weighs a ton

I know we had our problems, but I can't remember one

I almost for got to say something else

and if I can't fit it in I'll keep it all to myself

I almost wrote a song about you today

But then I tore it all up and I threw it away!

And I almost had you

But I guess that doesn't cut it

Almost loved you

(x3)

I almost wished you would've loved me too

We looked back out, "Goodnight New York!" we yelled together and headed backstage where our manager, David, Our adult in charge, Denton, and our publicist Dianna waited. "Great show boys," Dianna said, "But I have even better news then the gig." we all looked at each other, "What?" we all asked. She glanced at all of us, "your having senior year in a real school!" we all looked at each other and then at David, he might be only 16, but he's incredibly smart and the gang and I trust him, "Don't look at me, they did this without consulting me. I had no say in the matter." we looked at each other, "So we're going to a real high school for an entire year, no touring, no interviews, just us being normal highschoolers?" Tony questioned. Dianna nodded. We glanced at each other, "We'll do it!" she smiled, "great! I'll send details tomorrow morning!" Little did we know the mess we got ourselves into.

A/N: So there you have it. I do not own Newsies or the song, which is Almost by Bowling for Soup. Here's where I need help, I need you guys to send in songs unless you want to see my bizarre taste in music, SEND ME SONGS! Just please, no One Direction, JB, or Ed Sheeran. R&R :)