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Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies but if anyone knows who owns Spot let me know, I can make a very generous offer. Oh I don't own Nini, Baz Luhrman does.
"Concentrate Charlie!" Yelled Nini Marquet.
Nini Marquet was a very interesting woman, once a Can-can dancer at a club in France. She had left when as she put "Things went ta hell". She had come to New York and made fast friends with Medda.
"Oh Nini" replied Charlie wiping her brow with a towel "Give me a break"
"No Charlie, we need dis show ta go off without a hitch" said Nini patting her on the shoulder "No back on da swing which ya"
Charlie climbed onto the swing nervously. Nini was quite adamant that Charlie perform Diamond's are a girl's best friend at the big show.
"You remind me of someone," said Nini "Someone beautiful and talented who deserved better than she got"
Spot walked nervously into the performance hall, he liked being around Charlie but he hated the way she made him feel. He got all nervous and he started stammering. No girl had ever made him feel like this. He was the great Spot Conlon, the great womanizer. He liked girls and he didn't like staying with just one. It scared the crap out of him that he could imagine being with Charlie for a long time.
"Ya don't even now if she likes ya" he said out loud to himself.
"Who me?"asked a voice behind him.
Spot turned around and groaned inwardly. Standing in front of him in all her blond godess glory was his former girlfriend Glory. He had forgotten that she too worked at Medda's.
"No" said Spot.
"Sorry Glory" said best friend Arcadia "Spot's got a new goil"
"Who?" asked Glory her sea green eyes burning with fury.
"Charlie, Medda's new pet"
"So dat's where yer taste are runnin dese days. Maybe I should tell 'er about all da udda goils"
"Don't even"said Spot "Glory"
"Fine"
"Glory!!" yelled Nini from the hall "quit gabbin and git in here"
Glory quickly planted a kiss on Spot's lips and whispered" Jus a little reminder of what ya missin"
She ran towards the hall and left Spot standing there, he looked over towards the door and saw Charlie standing there her bright eyes flashing angrily.
"Charlie!" yelled Spot as she walked away from him "Let me explain"
"Fine explain. You have five seconds, starting now"
"Well. Glory is an old goilfriend and she aint exactly happy bout da ex part"
"So you let her kiss you? you know what Conlan, you don't have to explain anything. I'm not your girlfriend"
Spot Conlan stood flabbergasted on the steps of Irving hall. He opened the palm of his hand to reveal the necklace he was going to give her. He watched her flounce away. Once she got past his view she sat on a bench and held her head in her hands.
"Ya know, goils as pretty as you shouldn't cry" said a voice
She looked up to see a young, well dressed man. He pulled out a lily-white handkerchief.
"Thank you" said Charlie.
"Your welcome. My name is Noah Pulitzer."
"Charlotte Lareou"
"Pleasure to meet you"
"Same here. So are you related to The Pulitzer that owns the paper?"
"Mah father"
"Wow" said Charlie "Well, Mr. Pulitzer. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thanks for rescuing a damsel in distress."
"Where ya headed?"
"Irving Hall"
"What a coincidence, I was heading that way"
"What a coincidence" laughed Charlie.
Charlie had yet to learn that in New York, for a Pulitzer there was no such thing as a coincident….
More tomorrow, if ya think it sucks tell me.
Carryin da Banner,
Revolution
Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies but if anyone knows who owns Spot let me know, I can make a very generous offer. Oh I don't own Nini, Baz Luhrman does.
"Concentrate Charlie!" Yelled Nini Marquet.
Nini Marquet was a very interesting woman, once a Can-can dancer at a club in France. She had left when as she put "Things went ta hell". She had come to New York and made fast friends with Medda.
"Oh Nini" replied Charlie wiping her brow with a towel "Give me a break"
"No Charlie, we need dis show ta go off without a hitch" said Nini patting her on the shoulder "No back on da swing which ya"
Charlie climbed onto the swing nervously. Nini was quite adamant that Charlie perform Diamond's are a girl's best friend at the big show.
"You remind me of someone," said Nini "Someone beautiful and talented who deserved better than she got"
Spot walked nervously into the performance hall, he liked being around Charlie but he hated the way she made him feel. He got all nervous and he started stammering. No girl had ever made him feel like this. He was the great Spot Conlon, the great womanizer. He liked girls and he didn't like staying with just one. It scared the crap out of him that he could imagine being with Charlie for a long time.
"Ya don't even now if she likes ya" he said out loud to himself.
"Who me?"asked a voice behind him.
Spot turned around and groaned inwardly. Standing in front of him in all her blond godess glory was his former girlfriend Glory. He had forgotten that she too worked at Medda's.
"No" said Spot.
"Sorry Glory" said best friend Arcadia "Spot's got a new goil"
"Who?" asked Glory her sea green eyes burning with fury.
"Charlie, Medda's new pet"
"So dat's where yer taste are runnin dese days. Maybe I should tell 'er about all da udda goils"
"Don't even"said Spot "Glory"
"Fine"
"Glory!!" yelled Nini from the hall "quit gabbin and git in here"
Glory quickly planted a kiss on Spot's lips and whispered" Jus a little reminder of what ya missin"
She ran towards the hall and left Spot standing there, he looked over towards the door and saw Charlie standing there her bright eyes flashing angrily.
"Charlie!" yelled Spot as she walked away from him "Let me explain"
"Fine explain. You have five seconds, starting now"
"Well. Glory is an old goilfriend and she aint exactly happy bout da ex part"
"So you let her kiss you? you know what Conlan, you don't have to explain anything. I'm not your girlfriend"
Spot Conlan stood flabbergasted on the steps of Irving hall. He opened the palm of his hand to reveal the necklace he was going to give her. He watched her flounce away. Once she got past his view she sat on a bench and held her head in her hands.
"Ya know, goils as pretty as you shouldn't cry" said a voice
She looked up to see a young, well dressed man. He pulled out a lily-white handkerchief.
"Thank you" said Charlie.
"Your welcome. My name is Noah Pulitzer."
"Charlotte Lareou"
"Pleasure to meet you"
"Same here. So are you related to The Pulitzer that owns the paper?"
"Mah father"
"Wow" said Charlie "Well, Mr. Pulitzer. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thanks for rescuing a damsel in distress."
"Where ya headed?"
"Irving Hall"
"What a coincidence, I was heading that way"
"What a coincidence" laughed Charlie.
Charlie had yet to learn that in New York, for a Pulitzer there was no such thing as a coincident….
More tomorrow, if ya think it sucks tell me.
Carryin da Banner,
Revolution
