A/N: At this very moment, as I write this autors note, I notice something important... Yummers is taking pictures of her feet. Now, with that thought, I leave you to read our story. :waves:
The newsies were gathered around a small rocking chair, sitting crosslegged on the floor, but far from having contented, cute little faces, they were scowling with the rage of a thousand Republicans at an anti-George Bush rally. Even Dutchy's, a face normally blank of expression, wore something that could have been related to annoyance.
Sitting in the middle of said rocking chair was an exactly five-foot-four and a half girl with curly blonde hair named Yummers. Her face was something that resembled fear.
Her "friend", or "co-worker", or "person-that-she-liked-to-argue-with-on-a-daily-basis" was floating dreamily above her, fluttering around on tiny, sparkly pink fairy wings, for some unknown reason. She (or, in some circles, "Dutchy") also looked sort of afraid.
For very good reason.
"You guys are runnin' out of ideas!" Jack shouted in David's ear, making Dave cringe and move his sock covered foot to the side. "We haven't been updated in weeks!"
"Yeah, well," said Yummers weakly. "We've been busy, going to camps and things--"
"Face it," Jack cut her off. He stood up, poking a finger in her face. Yummers resisted an urge to bite it off. "You've got no inspiration. No...no...spark."
"Uh, actually..." said Dutchy, fluttering worriedly above. "We do..."
"But that's okay!" Jack sceamed. "Because we have decided to give ya one! A brilliant, wonderful, idea!"
Dutchy and Yummers stared at him. So did most of the newsies, having not been informed of this brilliant, wonderful, idea until this moment.
"We..." Here, Jack struck a dramtic pose. "Will put on a play!!"
"But not just any play!" Jack added, adding to the confused-ness. "No! We, the newsies, shall put on RENT! in hopes your muses will come back! And come back they shall, for RENT! never fails!"
Yummers and Dutchy stared at each other, then back at Jack. Identical evil grins suddenly popped up on their faces.
"I have another idea," Dutchy rubbed her hands together. "RENT's old school, you guys. Why don't you try for something different?"
"Like..." said Jack.
Yummers shrugged. "Well, I've always heard the play Naked Boys Singing was good for muses."
All of the newsies suddenly felt very, very, very afraid.