Seamstress to Playgirl
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, if you sue you won't get anything but my copy of the movie and a very old stuffed cat.
Cassie June Magee sat on the damp floor of the sewing room. It was a scene very familiar to all those who worked at Mackenheim Theatre. To see Cassie crouched in a corner mending the costumes to fit the actors. When she stood she was all of 5' 7", with her wavy, cinnamon hair falling almost to her waist. She was thin and pretty looking, but terribly shy, Cassie had worked and lived at the Theatre for over five years and her only friend was Peter Rondello.
Pete, as she called him, was the one who had convinced her to take the job in the first place. He knew that somewhere in that painfully shy girl lurked the spirit of a true actress, he only had to bring it out. Introducing her to the other actors and actresses hadn't helped; he doubted if they even remembered who she was. To most of them she was only the Seamstress. But that was going to change, today.
Melissa Hartstone had quit the theatre. Normally it would have been a cause for much relief, but not now. Not for this play. Not for this Musical! Melissa had been the only named female in the whole play! They only one with lines! She'd walked out, taking Sandra Clanfeild with her, the understudy. With only two hours before their first performance the troop was desperate, for someone. Anyone, with a good memory who could learn the lines in time would do. It was too bad no one was available.
In the midst of the shouting and phone calls and panicked searching Pete had an idea. "Mr. Ross?" he knocked cautiously on the door. "Can I come in?"
"Of course Peter! Any news on a replacement?" he asked panicking slightly. His normally pale face was flushed with worry and desperation. The collar of his shirt was open, his tie loose about it.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about sir." Pete sat in the hard wood chair in front of the massive desk. "I think I know someone who can do the part sir," he hesitated, but Ross nodded anxiously for him to continue. "What about Miss Magee?" he asked cautiously.
"Who?" Ross asked confused now. "You mean the Seamstress that lives here?" "Yes sir," Pete said, slightly annoyed. "She knows the part Mr. Ross. She's been helping me and a few of the others rehearse."
"How good is she?" Ross asked excitedly, the gleam coming back into his eyes.
"Excellent, sir!" Pete took an excited breath. "I've never met anyone like her. She makes you feel like your there, actually there, like you're really who you're pretending to be."
"Why isn't she a member of the company then?" Ross asked sckeptically.
"Well, ahh" Pete hesitated, "There's only one problem with her." He hesitated again. "She's very, very shy, sir."
"That's it?!" Ross cried happily. "I thought it was something serious! I don't care what you have to do, but that girl will be ready to perform the part of 'Sarah' in two hours or we are all finished." He jumped up excitedly. "You must know her well; I want you to take her over. Miss Magee will never know what hit her, make sure of it." He looked back at Pete. "What are you still doing here Peter?" he asked raising his eye brow.
Pete ran up the stairs to the sewing room, taking them two at a time. On the way her collected people and quickly explained the situation. "Newsies is saved! Cassie is going to be Sarah!" They gave each other questioning looks. Pete saw them, "You people are impossible! Cassie, the Seamstress, Cassie!"
Slowly the light of recognition began to shine in their eyes. They all knew Cassie was painfully shy of crowds. The only problem now would be getting her to do it before she had time to think about it. For once the two hour time limit seemed a blessing. Cast and crew members began to come from every where as news traveled through the theatre. They were going to save Newsies! Now they only had to get Cassie to help.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, if you sue you won't get anything but my copy of the movie and a very old stuffed cat.
Cassie June Magee sat on the damp floor of the sewing room. It was a scene very familiar to all those who worked at Mackenheim Theatre. To see Cassie crouched in a corner mending the costumes to fit the actors. When she stood she was all of 5' 7", with her wavy, cinnamon hair falling almost to her waist. She was thin and pretty looking, but terribly shy, Cassie had worked and lived at the Theatre for over five years and her only friend was Peter Rondello.
Pete, as she called him, was the one who had convinced her to take the job in the first place. He knew that somewhere in that painfully shy girl lurked the spirit of a true actress, he only had to bring it out. Introducing her to the other actors and actresses hadn't helped; he doubted if they even remembered who she was. To most of them she was only the Seamstress. But that was going to change, today.
Melissa Hartstone had quit the theatre. Normally it would have been a cause for much relief, but not now. Not for this play. Not for this Musical! Melissa had been the only named female in the whole play! They only one with lines! She'd walked out, taking Sandra Clanfeild with her, the understudy. With only two hours before their first performance the troop was desperate, for someone. Anyone, with a good memory who could learn the lines in time would do. It was too bad no one was available.
In the midst of the shouting and phone calls and panicked searching Pete had an idea. "Mr. Ross?" he knocked cautiously on the door. "Can I come in?"
"Of course Peter! Any news on a replacement?" he asked panicking slightly. His normally pale face was flushed with worry and desperation. The collar of his shirt was open, his tie loose about it.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about sir." Pete sat in the hard wood chair in front of the massive desk. "I think I know someone who can do the part sir," he hesitated, but Ross nodded anxiously for him to continue. "What about Miss Magee?" he asked cautiously.
"Who?" Ross asked confused now. "You mean the Seamstress that lives here?" "Yes sir," Pete said, slightly annoyed. "She knows the part Mr. Ross. She's been helping me and a few of the others rehearse."
"How good is she?" Ross asked excitedly, the gleam coming back into his eyes.
"Excellent, sir!" Pete took an excited breath. "I've never met anyone like her. She makes you feel like your there, actually there, like you're really who you're pretending to be."
"Why isn't she a member of the company then?" Ross asked sckeptically.
"Well, ahh" Pete hesitated, "There's only one problem with her." He hesitated again. "She's very, very shy, sir."
"That's it?!" Ross cried happily. "I thought it was something serious! I don't care what you have to do, but that girl will be ready to perform the part of 'Sarah' in two hours or we are all finished." He jumped up excitedly. "You must know her well; I want you to take her over. Miss Magee will never know what hit her, make sure of it." He looked back at Pete. "What are you still doing here Peter?" he asked raising his eye brow.
Pete ran up the stairs to the sewing room, taking them two at a time. On the way her collected people and quickly explained the situation. "Newsies is saved! Cassie is going to be Sarah!" They gave each other questioning looks. Pete saw them, "You people are impossible! Cassie, the Seamstress, Cassie!"
Slowly the light of recognition began to shine in their eyes. They all knew Cassie was painfully shy of crowds. The only problem now would be getting her to do it before she had time to think about it. For once the two hour time limit seemed a blessing. Cast and crew members began to come from every where as news traveled through the theatre. They were going to save Newsies! Now they only had to get Cassie to help.