Prologue
It was a balmy September day in 2007. A young girl was walking along Eleventh Street in New York City. She was late for an audition. She accidentally dropped some of her papers. She knelt down to pick them up when she felt someone grab her around the waist and pull her back. She was flung into the alleyway. Some guys surrounded her. Her eyes filled with fear.
"Hey, Lynch, this one's yours," one of the guys said.
A girl, further in the alley, walked over. She couldn't have been any older than eighteen. She looked down at the first girl. She flung her cigarette out of her hand and stomped on it.
"Hurry up, Lynch," another gang member said.
Lynch looked up at him.
"Shu'up, got it?" she demanded. She knelt down by the other girl and smiled evil - like. "Hello there. Let's just see how much you have on you." She reached into the girl's pocket.
"Get away!" the girl demanded. She tried to get lose but the gang members held on tighter.
Suddenly, a tall man with blonde hair looked into the alleyway.
"HEY!" he said. "Get away from her!" He walked into the alley.
Lynch looked up. "And why should I?" She stood up. "You.John Partridge - wannabe!"
"I'm sick of that comment!" the man said.
Lynch did a little 'whatever - I'm - better - than - you pose'. She smirked as she looked at this man up and down. Then, the leader of the gang, Russ, walked up and smirked at this man.
"Roger Davis.what a pleasure to see you," Russ said.
Roger looked at Russ. "Wish I could say the same for you." He looked back at Lynch. He walked up to her and the others. "Let the girl go."
"No," Lynch said.
Roger picked her up and flung her back. She landed on her back.
"Fuck wad!" she yelled.
Roger picked the one girl up and took her out of the alleyway. Lynch looked very offended. She walked up to him.
"You've got to finish your fights, sir," she said, glaring.
"I don't need to finish anything, half pint," Roger said. "Now you and your gang get lost."
The first girl looked up at Roger.
"Did that guy say your name was Roger Davis?" she asked. "Like.the Roger Davis from Rent?"
Roger nodded. A guy who looked like Alex Melcher walked up to Roger.
"Roger, have you been fighting again?" he asked.
"Mark." Roger sighed. "No, I've been saving this young girl's pocket."
"What?"
"She was going to get robbed."
"Oh, I get it."
The girl looked from Mark to Roger, eyes wide and a big smile on her face.
"You guys are from Rent!" she said. "This is too cool!"
Lynch was just standing there, shocked. She just got into a fight with the Roger Davis! And this girl.
"You remind me of a friend I had in grade eight and nine," she told the girl. "What's your name?"
The girl looked at her. "Erm.Lausanne.Lausanne MacKay."
Lynch's eyes widened. "Really? Man.I don't believe this. Lausanne, man, I'm Kyla! Y'know.Kyla Rose Lynch from Fulton?"
Lausanne looked at her. "No way.no one's heard from Kyla for-"
"Two and a half years," Kyla said. "So? Ran to my Uncle's in Vancouver, moved here after grad.and some things have happened."
Lausanne looked at Kyla from top to bottom.
"You've.became what you said you would become." Lausanne looked so stunned.
"What do you mean?"
"You've.became this." Lausanne pointed up and down.
Kyla nodded. "Yeah.hey, I've gotta go. Wanna meet me somewhere?"
Lausanne looked at her. "Erm.sure. How about.Madison Square Garden at four? I'm got an audition to go to, which I'm already soon - to - be late for."
Kyla nodded. "Sounds good to me." She smiled. "See ya." With that, she dashed off.
Lausanne looked at her watch. It was past four.four thirty to be exact. She might have been patient, but this was a bit too ridiculous. Finally, there was a rustle of a bush and Kyla tripped out of it.
"Took you long enough!" Lausanne said.
Kyla got up. "Gee, you're acting as though I'm late for a date or something. Anyways, I had to wash up at Mary-Anne's-"
"Who?"
"Mary-Anne, my girlfriend," Kyla explained. "Don't you remember? I'm bisexual."
"Yeah, I know, I am, also," Lausanne said, nodding.
"Anyways.how've you been?"
"I've been alright. Graduation was a big hit. Went with a really nice guy. I came here just last month. Have been auditioning for lots of musicals and plays. The one I just went to, they asked me to come back."
"That's great!" Kyla said. "Yeah, after grad, right after, I came here, trying to see if you'd come because you said you were gonna come here and drag me along. So I came and waited and became this."
Lausanne nodded. "Yeah.New York changes people, I heard."
"Yeah, it really did." Kyla looked over and saw a guy with dyed blonde hair, sitting outside a coffee house. "Hey.is that John Partridge?"
Lausanne looked over and her jaw dropped. "Oh my gawd! That is!" She grabbed Kyla, kind of nervous. "What do you think he's doing here?"
"I dunno, why don't you ask him?"
"Why me?"
"Because he's your idol."
"No!"
Kyla grabbed Lausanne and dragged her over to John Partridge.
"She what?" Russ yelled. "First Roger and now her?"
The gangster nodded. "Yeah.she's leaving and she's going to that new city outside of New York City."
"Well, then, we'll have to deal with it, won't we?" Russ demanded. "Remember, if you leave this gang.you're dead." He made a gun shape with his fingers and pretended to shoot the gangster. "Just. Like. That."
It was a balmy September day in 2007. A young girl was walking along Eleventh Street in New York City. She was late for an audition. She accidentally dropped some of her papers. She knelt down to pick them up when she felt someone grab her around the waist and pull her back. She was flung into the alleyway. Some guys surrounded her. Her eyes filled with fear.
"Hey, Lynch, this one's yours," one of the guys said.
A girl, further in the alley, walked over. She couldn't have been any older than eighteen. She looked down at the first girl. She flung her cigarette out of her hand and stomped on it.
"Hurry up, Lynch," another gang member said.
Lynch looked up at him.
"Shu'up, got it?" she demanded. She knelt down by the other girl and smiled evil - like. "Hello there. Let's just see how much you have on you." She reached into the girl's pocket.
"Get away!" the girl demanded. She tried to get lose but the gang members held on tighter.
Suddenly, a tall man with blonde hair looked into the alleyway.
"HEY!" he said. "Get away from her!" He walked into the alley.
Lynch looked up. "And why should I?" She stood up. "You.John Partridge - wannabe!"
"I'm sick of that comment!" the man said.
Lynch did a little 'whatever - I'm - better - than - you pose'. She smirked as she looked at this man up and down. Then, the leader of the gang, Russ, walked up and smirked at this man.
"Roger Davis.what a pleasure to see you," Russ said.
Roger looked at Russ. "Wish I could say the same for you." He looked back at Lynch. He walked up to her and the others. "Let the girl go."
"No," Lynch said.
Roger picked her up and flung her back. She landed on her back.
"Fuck wad!" she yelled.
Roger picked the one girl up and took her out of the alleyway. Lynch looked very offended. She walked up to him.
"You've got to finish your fights, sir," she said, glaring.
"I don't need to finish anything, half pint," Roger said. "Now you and your gang get lost."
The first girl looked up at Roger.
"Did that guy say your name was Roger Davis?" she asked. "Like.the Roger Davis from Rent?"
Roger nodded. A guy who looked like Alex Melcher walked up to Roger.
"Roger, have you been fighting again?" he asked.
"Mark." Roger sighed. "No, I've been saving this young girl's pocket."
"What?"
"She was going to get robbed."
"Oh, I get it."
The girl looked from Mark to Roger, eyes wide and a big smile on her face.
"You guys are from Rent!" she said. "This is too cool!"
Lynch was just standing there, shocked. She just got into a fight with the Roger Davis! And this girl.
"You remind me of a friend I had in grade eight and nine," she told the girl. "What's your name?"
The girl looked at her. "Erm.Lausanne.Lausanne MacKay."
Lynch's eyes widened. "Really? Man.I don't believe this. Lausanne, man, I'm Kyla! Y'know.Kyla Rose Lynch from Fulton?"
Lausanne looked at her. "No way.no one's heard from Kyla for-"
"Two and a half years," Kyla said. "So? Ran to my Uncle's in Vancouver, moved here after grad.and some things have happened."
Lausanne looked at Kyla from top to bottom.
"You've.became what you said you would become." Lausanne looked so stunned.
"What do you mean?"
"You've.became this." Lausanne pointed up and down.
Kyla nodded. "Yeah.hey, I've gotta go. Wanna meet me somewhere?"
Lausanne looked at her. "Erm.sure. How about.Madison Square Garden at four? I'm got an audition to go to, which I'm already soon - to - be late for."
Kyla nodded. "Sounds good to me." She smiled. "See ya." With that, she dashed off.
Lausanne looked at her watch. It was past four.four thirty to be exact. She might have been patient, but this was a bit too ridiculous. Finally, there was a rustle of a bush and Kyla tripped out of it.
"Took you long enough!" Lausanne said.
Kyla got up. "Gee, you're acting as though I'm late for a date or something. Anyways, I had to wash up at Mary-Anne's-"
"Who?"
"Mary-Anne, my girlfriend," Kyla explained. "Don't you remember? I'm bisexual."
"Yeah, I know, I am, also," Lausanne said, nodding.
"Anyways.how've you been?"
"I've been alright. Graduation was a big hit. Went with a really nice guy. I came here just last month. Have been auditioning for lots of musicals and plays. The one I just went to, they asked me to come back."
"That's great!" Kyla said. "Yeah, after grad, right after, I came here, trying to see if you'd come because you said you were gonna come here and drag me along. So I came and waited and became this."
Lausanne nodded. "Yeah.New York changes people, I heard."
"Yeah, it really did." Kyla looked over and saw a guy with dyed blonde hair, sitting outside a coffee house. "Hey.is that John Partridge?"
Lausanne looked over and her jaw dropped. "Oh my gawd! That is!" She grabbed Kyla, kind of nervous. "What do you think he's doing here?"
"I dunno, why don't you ask him?"
"Why me?"
"Because he's your idol."
"No!"
Kyla grabbed Lausanne and dragged her over to John Partridge.
"She what?" Russ yelled. "First Roger and now her?"
The gangster nodded. "Yeah.she's leaving and she's going to that new city outside of New York City."
"Well, then, we'll have to deal with it, won't we?" Russ demanded. "Remember, if you leave this gang.you're dead." He made a gun shape with his fingers and pretended to shoot the gangster. "Just. Like. That."