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As soon as my brother dropped me off at the studio, I was surrounded by a swarm of people. One person led me to the dressing rooms to get on my outfit, another led me to the make-up room, and yet another led me to the actual filming room. I was surprised by how smooth and quick this was all going. As soon as I walked in the door at the filming room, I spied Chris across the room. He saw me and crossed over to say something to me. Me! I never heard what he said. Just then Steve came over to me to explain the movie.

"You are Frank's little sister. You and Frank are living in New Jersey in 1898. He works for a coal company that just cut his wages, so he quits. This scene is of Frank coming in the door to tell you the wages are cut and he's gonna quit. "

Why did this sound strangely familiar?

We rehearsed the scene a few times, and then, apparently, Steve thought we were ready.

"Alright. Lights. Camera. Action!"

And we were off on the home stretch. Chris, I mean Frank, came in the door, just like we had rehearsed, and I realized I hadn't noticed his make-up before. Wow, they really could make him look 20 years younger!

"Did ya heah dat, Carrie? Dey cut ouh pay! We need dat money!"

"I know we do! What are you gonna do now?" Frank pondered this question. I was waiting expectantly for the "Cut!" that was inevitable, since we hadn't rehearsed past this part. But none came. I looked around at Steve, and gasped. There was nothing but wall behind me!

"Uh, Chris?" He didn't answer. "Christian?"

"Who ah ya talkin' to?" I breathed in sharply. No, no, no, no, no! This is not happening!

"Alright, Frank-

"Dat's bettah."

"-have you come up with an idea yet?" I asked.

"No I haven't! And you can just wait until I have!

"Ok, ok." I waited for a little bit. Then I decided to spring my idea. "We could be newsies!" I said hopefully.

"We could be- Carrie, what's a mattah wich you, youh mad!" I had to smile at the oh-so-familiar line. I was also puzzled at his reaction. Why didn't he want to be a newsie? And this meant my beautiful plan was spoiled. Maybe I was just overreacting. Maybe Steve was just right behind that wall. Maybe-

"But then again, we could check it out..."

"Let's go right now!" I shouted.

"Carrie-" Frank looked worried.

"I mean, we need the money, and we're not sure where it is, so we need to find it, and I hope we're not late because they wouldn't like it so-" I rambled on.

"CARRIE YOUH MAKIN' NO SENSE AT ALL!" Frank yelled.

"Sorry, I'm just a little excited."

"A little?" Frank snorted.

"Sorry." I looked down at the ground.

"Ok, we'll check dis thing out in da mouhnin'-"

"Yes!" I couldn't help it. I was too excited. Me? Be a newsie? Amazing!

A/N This was a sample, so R&R please and tell me what you think. Even if you hate it.