Ealasaid Una-Thank you. I'm so glad you like the chapters and think they're cute.
MinnieG-Welcome back! Don't you love overnight camp? I haven't been in years, but it's always fun. Thanks for reviewing! I like to go for descriptive but not overly detailed. I also like going for funny and cute. (Oddly enough, that's how people like to describe me. Go figure. I'm going to write you a story. Just tell me what you want it to be about and any characters you want to see in it.
I had the idea of newsies trying to dance for a while. I tried to work it into Cousins Lost and Found, but it didn't work and then Friday I was doing Zumba and got this idea, so here it is. Hope you like it!
"You're going too slow," Carey told Crutchy. She was in the sitting room of the newsie lodging house trying to teach several of the newsies how to dance the polka. So far it wasn't very successful. Most of the boys were too impatient and were ready to give up after only a few tries.
"Dis is too fast," he complained. "Ise can't do it dat fast."
"That's how fast it goes."
"Show me again."
Carey heaved a big sigh and stood side by side with Crutchy. "Okay, like this. One and two, three and four. Now do it again. One and two, three and four. Left and two, right and four. One and two, three and four. Left and two, right and four. You've almost got it."
Laura watched from her spot in the doorway of the sitting room. She was playing music on her violin for her friends to dance to. So far only Crutchy and Blink had been able to last long enough to actually learn to polka. Laura smiled, remembering how Mush had almost polka-ed Carey right into the wall. Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she turned to see Kloppman standing behind her.
"May I?" He asked, holding out his hands for her violin. Looking surprised, she handed it over as he shooed her towards the makeshift dance floor and her waiting boyfriend.
"Finally, a dance wit my goirl," he said, leaning in to kiss her. Snipeshooter, Les, and the younger newsies made disgusted noises and looked away. The older newsies hooted, even though they had seen the couple several times. Blink threw his hat at them and led Laura to the dance floor. He pulled her close and took a deep breath, the sweet scent of her hair floating around him.
Several dances later, Crutchy decided he had sufficiently bruised Carey's feet for one night. He flopped on the couch next to Blink, who had gotten tired five polkas ago. "Dat's hard. How do dem goirls do it?"
"Dey're trained for it?" Blink guessed, fanning himself with his hat. Just then Carey and Laura danced by, now doing a lively gallop, followed by Kloppman and Sarah Jacobs. Blink and Crutchy stared in amazement. They had never seen Kloppman doing a dance of any sort, much less such a lively one. The boys looked at each other and back at Kloppman, who looked like he was having the time of his life.
"Was dat-?"
"Uh-huh."
"Wit Cowboy's-?"
"Uh-huh."
Just the Jack galloped by with Mush, trailed by Bumlets, Skittery, Racetrack, and Spot Conlon. Crutchy raised both eyebrows and Blink's jaw dropped open.
"Dis night gets weirder and weirder," Blink muttered when he had finally gathered his wits. Crutchy absently nodded, looking a bit dazed at the sight. Their respective girlfriends came to bodily drag them to the dance floor and they spent the rest of the night dancing.
Y'all know the drill by now. See you in the reviews!