Authors Note: I still don't know where exactly this is going. Any ideas would be helpful. The usual plea for r&r and if only I could get the other type of r&r (rest & relaxation you sickos). To Rae and Fast thank you for the reviews. Oh yea... I donÕt own the Newsies! at least not in reality, my dreams are a different matter....
From that phone call on, everything went crazy. Mr. Pyle, or ÔSpenceÕ as he wanted everyone to call him, told me he wanted me on a plane to L.A. immediately. It took me about five minutes to figure out why, but eventually, everything got translated from his LA psycho babble to terms I could understand. Spence wanted me to come to LA for an audition, but that was only a preliminary because from what they had seen in my tapes, I was exactly what they wanted. But he wouldnÕt tell me anything about my role. Hmph.
Of course when Anna found out, she did everything she could to help me get ready for the trip. She got my skate blades sharpened, helped me get all my costumes cleaned and packed, she even helped me pack my clothes and everything else.
ÒAnna, it canÕt be that you want to get rid of me so you can have your big honking muscle guy Kerry over every night. Is it?Ó I teased her one night before I left, knowing how serious she and her boyfriend had recently become.
ÒOh Fran, you know thatÕs not true!Ó
"Sure it isn't Anna." I replied with a smile.
"So have they told you yet what role you're going to be?"
"I wish, it's driving me crazy that they won't tell me, and I still don't know who I'm going to be working with either!"
"Not even rumors?"
"Nope just that we're all going to meet each other in LA and no one knows anything other than when and where to show up."
Two weeks after I called Mr. Pyle, I was on a plane heading to the west coast for the first time in my life, and all alone. They even had me sitting in first class. I spent the first part of the flight watching Newsies on my new portable DVD player, singing along to myself and trying to imagine what Disney On Ice had in store for me. When the movie ended, I looked up and found the most incredible (and vaguely familiar) pair of icy blue eyes staring back at me. The I realized their owner was asking me something.
"I'm sorry what?" I asked.
"I noticed you were watching Newsies, do you like the movie?"
"LIke it? I love it, I've watched it hundreds of times. What about you?" Knowing that the majority of Newsies fans were female, this male intrigued me.
He replied, "Well, I've seen it a few times, and I got to meet Christian Bale and some of the other cast a few years ago."
"Cool, so were they nice?"
"Only the best" and we continued to talk.
Suddenly the pilot was on the intercom announcing that we would be landing in five minutes, the weather in LA was sunny and the temperature was 85 degrees, he hoped we would enjoy our stay in LA and thank you for flying American Airlines. And with the announcement, the mysterious blue-eyed stranger was gone.
After I had collected my belongings and disembarked the plane, then collected the rest of my luggage, it hit me who the stranger was and why he knew Newsies so well. I HAD to tell Anna.
From that phone call on, everything went crazy. Mr. Pyle, or ÔSpenceÕ as he wanted everyone to call him, told me he wanted me on a plane to L.A. immediately. It took me about five minutes to figure out why, but eventually, everything got translated from his LA psycho babble to terms I could understand. Spence wanted me to come to LA for an audition, but that was only a preliminary because from what they had seen in my tapes, I was exactly what they wanted. But he wouldnÕt tell me anything about my role. Hmph.
Of course when Anna found out, she did everything she could to help me get ready for the trip. She got my skate blades sharpened, helped me get all my costumes cleaned and packed, she even helped me pack my clothes and everything else.
ÒAnna, it canÕt be that you want to get rid of me so you can have your big honking muscle guy Kerry over every night. Is it?Ó I teased her one night before I left, knowing how serious she and her boyfriend had recently become.
ÒOh Fran, you know thatÕs not true!Ó
"Sure it isn't Anna." I replied with a smile.
"So have they told you yet what role you're going to be?"
"I wish, it's driving me crazy that they won't tell me, and I still don't know who I'm going to be working with either!"
"Not even rumors?"
"Nope just that we're all going to meet each other in LA and no one knows anything other than when and where to show up."
Two weeks after I called Mr. Pyle, I was on a plane heading to the west coast for the first time in my life, and all alone. They even had me sitting in first class. I spent the first part of the flight watching Newsies on my new portable DVD player, singing along to myself and trying to imagine what Disney On Ice had in store for me. When the movie ended, I looked up and found the most incredible (and vaguely familiar) pair of icy blue eyes staring back at me. The I realized their owner was asking me something.
"I'm sorry what?" I asked.
"I noticed you were watching Newsies, do you like the movie?"
"LIke it? I love it, I've watched it hundreds of times. What about you?" Knowing that the majority of Newsies fans were female, this male intrigued me.
He replied, "Well, I've seen it a few times, and I got to meet Christian Bale and some of the other cast a few years ago."
"Cool, so were they nice?"
"Only the best" and we continued to talk.
Suddenly the pilot was on the intercom announcing that we would be landing in five minutes, the weather in LA was sunny and the temperature was 85 degrees, he hoped we would enjoy our stay in LA and thank you for flying American Airlines. And with the announcement, the mysterious blue-eyed stranger was gone.
After I had collected my belongings and disembarked the plane, then collected the rest of my luggage, it hit me who the stranger was and why he knew Newsies so well. I HAD to tell Anna.