Disclaimer- I don't own Newsies or any of the songs I use in this fic.
This is to 'On My Own' from the musical Les Miserables. It's Eponine's song. It makes me hate Marius.
Chapter 2: On My Own
The show ends and the newsboys file out onto the street.
Jack stands near the exit lighting a cigarette.
"Good show tonight, eh Jacky boy?" asks Racetrack in that smart-ass way he says everything.
Jack just nods and stares out into the dampened street.
"Worth missing dinner," Kid Blink laughs as he and Mush head back for the lodging house. "Better get back soon Jack! The World waits for no newsie, don't wanna be givin' Kloppman a hard time tomorrow."
The crowd clears and Jack watches especially carefully to be sure that the Brooklyn newsies have left. He waits by the doors of Irving Hall, watching as they shut up the doors and close down for the night.
The last to walk away is Spot Conlon. He always waits to be sure that he doesn't miss any good fights. Usually it's already time for him to get up and sell when he reaches the end of the Brooklyn Bridge.
Jack watches his slump away, staring especially hard at his retreating back as if willing it towards him.
And now I'm all alone again
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home, without a friend,
Without a face to say hello to.
And now the night is near
Now I can make believe he's here.
The city is indefinitely still now and Jack has no doubts that his newsies have found their way home. Unlike the Brooklyn tyrant his newsies weren't under any power on his behalf, he just watched out for them and made sure they had enough to pay for lodging. Spot was the greatest force in newsboy history as of yet.
Jack couldn't be outwardly controlling like that, it was Spot's trademark. Spot. Just the thought of him made Jack's spine tingle with pleasure. That small but mighty force that controlled paper sales better than anyone he knew. Spot was like an idol from above. Jack couldn't help but admire him. Maybe it was a bit more.
Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and then I'm happy
With the company I'm keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head.
At night time like this, when the streets were still of the hectic city life and the noisy street vendors, Jack would stroll down Main Street and act like Spot was there as his company. As his comrade.
On my own
Pretending he's beside me
All alone, I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me
It was strange in a way, like an obsession. He just wants Spot as his mentor and strangely, as so much more.
In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me for ever and forever
It was disappointing when someone would make a noise into the quiet air of dusk and allow Jack to realize that Spot wasn't really there.
He had no question that Spot did indeed know his name, but that was about it. After all, it was Spot's self-appointed duty to know every newsie in New York.
It was not yet even the 1900's, a time that was anticipated by newsboys everywhere. A new century meant new fashions, fads and phenomenons. But at this time no one knew what to do with a woman trapped in a man's body. Especially one so cleverly disguised in a newsie leader's flesh.
And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there's a way for us
After the sun rose and Jack could no longer pretend like Spot was talking to him one-on-one the world seemed to speed up, as if racing for night once again. Jack couldn't take one more day of selling papers to people he didn't know or going to bed hungry. At the same time, he had to so that he could make it to Irving Hall next week to see Spot.
I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone, the river's just a river
Without him the world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers
'Some day I'll grow out of it' Jack told himself. He can't be stuck like this forever. What's the point in falling over someone who doesn't know you past your name? What's the point in feeling this way for someone who doesn't care whether you live or die?
I love him
But every day I'm learning
All my life I've only been pretending
Without me his world will go on turning
A world that's full of happiness
That I have never known!
Jack repeated the reason over and over but it didn't make him feel any better...
I love him
I love him
I love him
But only on my own.
((That's chapter two. So far this story is going all directions Angst...I think I like Angst. Anyways, review!))
Shoutouts:
Coin- the Bee Gees are my favourite disco people. Second is ABBA. They're cool too.
Padfootismyhero- you were VERY good for song ideas! Thanks! Always helps!
Cassies-Grandma- they don't have to be about New York. They can be about anything...they can be from other musicals (like this chapter). Thanks for the ideas though!!!
Strawberri Shake- I want to be on Broadway too, you're not alone. My friend Kai want to write a Broadway musical and she says I can play the character based on me! Whoo!
Jacky Higgins- what do you mean Hanson isn't cool anymore? 1) since when do I care about what's cool? 2) I'm buying their CD TONIGHT!!! Anyways, I agree, it's fun being in people's stories! Such satisfaction! Seeing your pseudo name in print...
SparkS- Honey, don't be jealous. No one can be better than me. Joking, you know I don't mean it.
Sorry it took me so long to update, that's how it is with the first chapter. After this it won't take much time at all!
This is to 'On My Own' from the musical Les Miserables. It's Eponine's song. It makes me hate Marius.
Chapter 2: On My Own
The show ends and the newsboys file out onto the street.
Jack stands near the exit lighting a cigarette.
"Good show tonight, eh Jacky boy?" asks Racetrack in that smart-ass way he says everything.
Jack just nods and stares out into the dampened street.
"Worth missing dinner," Kid Blink laughs as he and Mush head back for the lodging house. "Better get back soon Jack! The World waits for no newsie, don't wanna be givin' Kloppman a hard time tomorrow."
The crowd clears and Jack watches especially carefully to be sure that the Brooklyn newsies have left. He waits by the doors of Irving Hall, watching as they shut up the doors and close down for the night.
The last to walk away is Spot Conlon. He always waits to be sure that he doesn't miss any good fights. Usually it's already time for him to get up and sell when he reaches the end of the Brooklyn Bridge.
Jack watches his slump away, staring especially hard at his retreating back as if willing it towards him.
And now I'm all alone again
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home, without a friend,
Without a face to say hello to.
And now the night is near
Now I can make believe he's here.
The city is indefinitely still now and Jack has no doubts that his newsies have found their way home. Unlike the Brooklyn tyrant his newsies weren't under any power on his behalf, he just watched out for them and made sure they had enough to pay for lodging. Spot was the greatest force in newsboy history as of yet.
Jack couldn't be outwardly controlling like that, it was Spot's trademark. Spot. Just the thought of him made Jack's spine tingle with pleasure. That small but mighty force that controlled paper sales better than anyone he knew. Spot was like an idol from above. Jack couldn't help but admire him. Maybe it was a bit more.
Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and then I'm happy
With the company I'm keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head.
At night time like this, when the streets were still of the hectic city life and the noisy street vendors, Jack would stroll down Main Street and act like Spot was there as his company. As his comrade.
On my own
Pretending he's beside me
All alone, I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me
It was strange in a way, like an obsession. He just wants Spot as his mentor and strangely, as so much more.
In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me for ever and forever
It was disappointing when someone would make a noise into the quiet air of dusk and allow Jack to realize that Spot wasn't really there.
He had no question that Spot did indeed know his name, but that was about it. After all, it was Spot's self-appointed duty to know every newsie in New York.
It was not yet even the 1900's, a time that was anticipated by newsboys everywhere. A new century meant new fashions, fads and phenomenons. But at this time no one knew what to do with a woman trapped in a man's body. Especially one so cleverly disguised in a newsie leader's flesh.
And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there's a way for us
After the sun rose and Jack could no longer pretend like Spot was talking to him one-on-one the world seemed to speed up, as if racing for night once again. Jack couldn't take one more day of selling papers to people he didn't know or going to bed hungry. At the same time, he had to so that he could make it to Irving Hall next week to see Spot.
I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone, the river's just a river
Without him the world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers
'Some day I'll grow out of it' Jack told himself. He can't be stuck like this forever. What's the point in falling over someone who doesn't know you past your name? What's the point in feeling this way for someone who doesn't care whether you live or die?
I love him
But every day I'm learning
All my life I've only been pretending
Without me his world will go on turning
A world that's full of happiness
That I have never known!
Jack repeated the reason over and over but it didn't make him feel any better...
I love him
I love him
I love him
But only on my own.
((That's chapter two. So far this story is going all directions Angst...I think I like Angst. Anyways, review!))
Shoutouts:
Coin- the Bee Gees are my favourite disco people. Second is ABBA. They're cool too.
Padfootismyhero- you were VERY good for song ideas! Thanks! Always helps!
Cassies-Grandma- they don't have to be about New York. They can be about anything...they can be from other musicals (like this chapter). Thanks for the ideas though!!!
Strawberri Shake- I want to be on Broadway too, you're not alone. My friend Kai want to write a Broadway musical and she says I can play the character based on me! Whoo!
Jacky Higgins- what do you mean Hanson isn't cool anymore? 1) since when do I care about what's cool? 2) I'm buying their CD TONIGHT!!! Anyways, I agree, it's fun being in people's stories! Such satisfaction! Seeing your pseudo name in print...
SparkS- Honey, don't be jealous. No one can be better than me. Joking, you know I don't mean it.
Sorry it took me so long to update, that's how it is with the first chapter. After this it won't take much time at all!
