Luckiest man on Earth (Spot Conlon One-Shot)
I do not own Newsies in any way.
It was St. Patrick's Day and all of the Brooklyn boys were getting sloshed. They had found the caretaker's beer stash.
Spot hadn't touched any alcohol all night, which was odd, because Spot was normally a heavy drinker.
Some of Jack's boys came over.
Even the Walking Mouth was drinking.
The younger boys were upstairs sleeping, despite the noise the older boys were making.
Spot went up on the roof.
I followed him. "What's up Spot?" I asked, "Is dere somethin' wrong?"
"Ise miss me family", he said.
"It happens ta da best of us", I told him.
"It's jist…bein' so far away from me homeland. Ise barely remembah it now dat Ise oldah", he said.
"Don' cha have somethin' from yer family?" I asked him.
He held up a key. "It goes wid a music box", he said, "Plays a lullaby. Ise only play it when Ise can' sleep".
"Ise wish Ise knew a lullaby, plus Ise a terrible singah", I told him.
"C'mere", Spot said.
I put my head in his lap and he started to hum a lullaby.
Spot was a pretty good singer.
I fought to keep my eyes open.
"Youse can sleep", Spot said.
I closed my eyes as Spot continued to hum.
When he thought I was asleep, I heard him say, "Ise da luckiest man on Earth".