Chapter Eight, my awesome-tastical reviewers!!
Thanks so much for the reviews! I went from nine to eighteen once I got chapter Seven up!
And if you look through the reviewers names, you'll find both Reanna and Danielle reviewed ^^
Yush, they are real people in my life! And currently, Danielle's been living at my house for almost a week now.
How odd.
Well here comes King of New York, one of the best songs in Newsies!
Or should I say Queen of New York?!
Newsies Again
Chapter Eight;;
Queen of New York
The Manhattan Newsies, including the Brooklyn leader and three girls, including none other than moi, piled in to Tibby's. Mr. King o' Brooklyn himself had sent all his boys back to Brooklyn to have them celebrate by them selves. Even with only Manhattan, Tibby's was filled to the brim, so adding a few twenty more would be too much.
We had to wait for Denton now; he was getting the picture up and put in the paper for us, so we all sat down in one corner of Tibby's, getting weird looks from the other customers. We ordered food and drinks while waiting for Denton, and I got a piece of bread. My appetite had almost diminished over these few days. Weird. I was like the eating Queen.
Queen.
...Queen of Brooklyn...
Everyone I knew, knew that I rightfully owned Brooklyn. I mean, it was written only about a billion times over again on my papers, binder and notebooks at school. Of course, only about two of them knew what I meant when I said I was the Queen, but whatever.
Jack, David, Spot and I sat at a smaller table next to a window, munching on our food. I felt kind of special, sitting with two important leaders and their... stooge. Or "The Mouf", as Spot so lovingly put it on their first encounter.
"So Misift, how is ya likin' it in Brooklyn?" Jack asked casually as he sipped on his soda.
"I like it. The guys are kinda weird compared to you Hattaners, but I can live with it." I chuckled, munching on the bread I had. Spot kept giving me concerned looks, but I just shrugged them off. He went hungry nearly every day, so I could too.
"Well, now that Brooklyn's joined, The Bronx, Staten Island and Queens are bound to join. Who're we going to send to ask?" David asked Jack. I think Spot's nick name for him was really fitting in.
"Look, Davy; we just won. Newsies, one. Joe and Bill, zero. Take a break and enjoy it." I told him, crossing my arms and leaning against the back of my seat. Spot was really rubbing off on me.
Spot looked proud, Jack looked surprised and... well, David looked like I kicked him in the groin ten billion times.
Enter Denton. Thank you, my savior, who saved me from watching David cry like a girl.
"Hey fellas. Ladies." Denton said happily as he entered, holding up a newspaper.
No, not a newspaper.
The newspaper.
The newspaper with my face on it!
Jumping out of my seat, I skipped over to Denton and grabbed the paper before Jack could even have a chance to look at it. I plopped down into a seat and all the boys rushed around me shoving and trying to see their face.
"Wheah's me pi'tcha, wheah's me pi'tcha?" Spot asked beside my ear, almost making me jump out of my skin. I looked down and found him, smiling. Different from the movie, but boy did he look good. But wait... what was that hideous thing standing next to him? Oh right; it was me.
You couldn't really call me "ugly", because I did have some nice parts of my face, but I wasn't drop dead beautiful, and I was most definitely not Spot's usual type.
Everyone burst out, putting something in to the confusion.
"Awr awl dose words 'bout us?"
"Ha ha! Lookit yoah face Jack, you look like a general!"
"Would'cha get yoah fingah's off my face?"
"Hey, wheah does it say my name? Wheah's my name?!"
"Would'cha quit thinkin' bout yoahself?"
"So what? Chu get yoah face in da papes, what's dat get'cha, huh?"
I turned around once Skittery started speaking and saw him glaring down at me with those big brown eyes of his. Oh Skittery...
"What're ya talkin' 'bout, huh?" Mush growled from his side, Reanna next to him.
"Ya been in a bad mood awl day!" Jack yelled at him from my side.
"I'm not in a bad mood-" Skittery was cut off by Race and a slap to the face which pushed Skittery into Mush. I saw Danielle palm/head behind Race, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
"Lookit chu, yoah glum 'n dumb! Yoah in da papes, ya famous. Ya famous, you git anyting you want-" My time to shine, Race. I've heard you say this like one billion times.
"And that's what so great about New York, right!?" I slammed my hand down on the table for emphases, surprising everyone around me, but they all started calling out, agreeing with me and Race.
3...2...1..
"A pair a new shoes with matchin' laces." Mush sang, turning away from the table and sitting backwards in a seat, Reanna right behind him.
"A permanent box at Sheepshed Races." Race sang, his arm around Danielle.
"A pocilin tub wit boilin' watah." Spot looked dreamy as he said that. I'll be in the tub, Spot...
"A Sataday night wit da mayah's datah!" Kid Blink had jumped up on the table and he wiggled his eye brows, making everyone laugh.
Before Race could reach the pape, I was there and up on another table.
"Look at me, I'm the Queen of New York!" I tapped on the table just as Race had done in the movie, which was weird, because I had wanted to learn that dance, but never had the time. But here I danced like I knew this routine like I knew the back of my hand. Strange. "Suddenly, I'm respectable. Staring right at ya, lousy with stature!"
Danielle came up and grabbed the pape, sitting against the opposite table.
"Nubbing with all the muckity mucks, I'm blowing my dough and going deluxe-"I took the pape back, holding it in front of me.
"And there I be, ain't I pretty-" Danielle joined in "-I'm the Queen of New York!"
Almost all the newsies ran forward and started to grab at the paper. A few even called out, "Hey, do't rip it! I said do't rip it!".
"A corduroy suit wit fitted knickah's."
"A mezzanine seat to see the flickah's."
"Havana cigah's dat cost a qwatah." Leave it to Snipeshooter to want something that will kill him one day.
"An editors desk for the star reporter!" Reanna stole David's line, pushing the chair towards Denton from where she stood with Mush. I didn't know she knew the lines!
"Tip yoah hat-" We all started singing, and I could feel the New York accent leaking into my voice, "He's da King of New York!"
"How 'bout that, I'm the King of New York!" Denton looked like he was really enjoying this.
"In nothing flat, he'll be coverin' Brooklyn ta Trenton, our man Denton!" Some of the boys raised him and his chair into the air, and Dutchy threw a red shawl over Denton's shoulders.
"Makin' a headline outta a hunch!" Kid Blink jumped off the table he was standing on, a wide grin across his face. Man he had a big mouth...
"Protecting the weak-"
"An paying for lunch!" I joked by Denton's side as they set Denton down at one of the tables.
"When I'm at bat, strong men crumble-"
"Proud, yet humble-" I chuckled, pushing him down, back into his seat since he'd just stood up.
"He's the King of New York-"
"I'm the King of New York-"
"I gotta be eithah dead or dreamin'-" Everyone sang now. I was between Spot and Skittery on a table. Great. I had forgotten how much they were next to each other in the movie "Cause lookit dat pape wit my face beamin'. Tamarra dey may rap fishes in it, but I was a star foah one whole minute!"
I jumped off the table and found my way to the other table, next to Mush. We started to dance and, once again, I found myself dancing perfectly along with the other boys without any practice. But hey, I got to dance with the most hottest, and famous, guys ever. I was content.
"Startin' now, I'm the King of New York!" I was now standing on a table next to Spot. He was actually smiling. Something I hadn't seen in Newsies, except for maybe once.
"Ain'tcha heard? I'm the King of New York!" Denton was walking down the center of the longest table in Tibby's, a smile across his face.
"Holy cow, it's a miracle, Pulitzah's cryin'. Weasel? He's dyin'!" I jumped down off the table and sat next to Denton and across from Pie Eater, dancing in my seat and all that jazz they did in the movie.
"Flashpot's are shootin' bright as a sun, I'm one highfalutin' son of a gun. Don't ask me how, fortune found me, fate just crowned me, now I'm King of New- Look an' see, once a pikah, now a strikah, now I'm King of New- Victory, front page story, guts and glory, I'm da King a New Yoik!"
During this whole time I was dancing with whoever was near me; it looked like everyone was. I was happy. This was my perfect happy medium. This was my bliss.
By the end, Spot had fallen into a chair, and I into his lap. Everyone laughing and cheering, and I couldn't help but do the same. Who wouldn't?
Besides the fact that Skittery hated me for loving Spot, everything was good. My poor Skittery...
"So le's have some ideas." Jack interupted everyone's cheering from across the table from us, Denton by his side.
"Well, we gotta show people where we stand." David said. Thank you, Captain Obvious. I never would have guessed. Seriously, without him in the movie, and with me in his place, I could have made it A LOT more exciting.
"Yeah, so we gotta stay in da papes." Jack concluded. Captain Obvious' side kick!
"My papers the only one printing any strike news, so far." Denton told us.
"So we should do sum'tin', so big de uddah papahs is gonna feel stupid if dey try'n ignoah us."
Everyone spoke their agreements to Jack.
"Like a rally! A Newsie rally wit awl da kids from ovah New York. Make it da biggest, loudest, noisiest bloe out dis towns evah seen!"
Everyone agreed, nodding and laughing.
"We'll send out word to the big boys." David said. Now one of my most favorite lines in all the movie.
Everyone continued to agree, standing up and taking glasses that a waiter had just brought, filled with soda. I stood up with Spot not far behind, making sure I didn't leave any time soon. I grabbed two glasses from the table, handing one back to Spot, his sleet, stormy eyes smiling down on me.
"A lot of us, who ain't goin' away, weah fightin' till damned doomsday if it means we git our fare shaeh." Jacks little speach brought chuckles and laughs from everyone, but Jack didn't laugh. He was serious.
"Hey guys." I heard Davy say beside me as he raised his glass, "To our man Denton."
Denton looked embarrassed, but it was true. He helped us.
"To our man Denton!"
There we go, another chapter up! Enjoy, I hope??
I liked it... a lot. Poor Race got his solos stolen... but he's gotten to sing them a good hundred times on my TV, so MY TURN!!!
Thanks so much you guys, for all your support.
And F.Y.I., I'm currently restarting You'll be the Death of Me, Spot Conlon. Now it's in first person AND.... In my opinion, tons better. I should either be getting the chapter up tonight or tomorrow!
Much love always!
~Scree
