Jack
Life was good for a while after Jack had led the Newsies to victory over Pulitzer. He sacrificed his dream to reach Santa Fe for one reason... Sarah. He often wondered how one person could have so much power over him without even realising it. He had no choice but to stay, he couldn't face leaving her behind.
The good thing was she felt the same. Or so he thought.
Jack stopped for a minute. What was the point in torturing himself again, reliving the cruel past. But the thoughts kept coming, he couldn't stop them. He remembered that night not long ago when they all went to see Medda on stage for the final time, him and his whole gang of Newsies. Of course Sarah had accompanied him, she did everywhere. Even a few of the Brooklyn gang had turned up. They were all together, just how Jack liked it. After one final rendition of "High times" the show was over. He had to say goodbye to Medda before she returned to Sweden so, not thinking, he pushed by the crowd and rushed backstage. Seeing her, he ran up and gave her a big hug. "I'll miss ya Medda", he said trying to hold back the tears. She had been like a mother to him. "Awww, Kelly," She replied in that wandering accent. "I'll come an' visit ya, promise." She looked him in the eye. "Just watch out will ya? I don't mean to put ideas in your head but I think you should be wary of Sarah. She may not be quite what she seems." And with that she gave him one last hug before shooing him away.
Jack was a t first angry about her accusation. Why did she say that about his sweet Sarah? But when he thought a bit harder he began to wonder if there was a bit of truth in her words. For a while now, Sarah had seemed a bit distant, and not quite as she used to be. It was almost as if the flame had gone out between them. That was when he realised. It was over. He could try denying it as much as he wanted but he had to end it now, before someone got hurt.
As he walked outside into the cool Autumn air he could feel tears trickling down his face. He thought he had been happy but the more he contemplated he realised it had just been an illusion. That was when he saw them, two figures kissing in the moonlight. "That was how it used to be" he whispered. But somehow, these figures looked familiar. One tall with long hair - a girl, and one shorter with an unmistakable slingshot in his belt. Spot Conlon and Sarah. She rushed up to him, making excuses but he wasn't listening, he didn't care. This would be an easy way to drop Sarah, just the excuse he was looking for. He could see Spot standing in the background, flushed with embarrassment. He was welcome to her. And that was that. Over.
As the train pulled to a halt he shook himself out of this daydream. The sign on the side of the platform read "Santa Fe - Welcome". He was here, he'd finally made it. Left his days as a troubled Newsie behind. Ready to start afresh. He pulled on his hat, tightened his scarf and kicked the dust of Santa Fe as he walked into the sunset.
Free.
Life was good for a while after Jack had led the Newsies to victory over Pulitzer. He sacrificed his dream to reach Santa Fe for one reason... Sarah. He often wondered how one person could have so much power over him without even realising it. He had no choice but to stay, he couldn't face leaving her behind.
The good thing was she felt the same. Or so he thought.
Jack stopped for a minute. What was the point in torturing himself again, reliving the cruel past. But the thoughts kept coming, he couldn't stop them. He remembered that night not long ago when they all went to see Medda on stage for the final time, him and his whole gang of Newsies. Of course Sarah had accompanied him, she did everywhere. Even a few of the Brooklyn gang had turned up. They were all together, just how Jack liked it. After one final rendition of "High times" the show was over. He had to say goodbye to Medda before she returned to Sweden so, not thinking, he pushed by the crowd and rushed backstage. Seeing her, he ran up and gave her a big hug. "I'll miss ya Medda", he said trying to hold back the tears. She had been like a mother to him. "Awww, Kelly," She replied in that wandering accent. "I'll come an' visit ya, promise." She looked him in the eye. "Just watch out will ya? I don't mean to put ideas in your head but I think you should be wary of Sarah. She may not be quite what she seems." And with that she gave him one last hug before shooing him away.
Jack was a t first angry about her accusation. Why did she say that about his sweet Sarah? But when he thought a bit harder he began to wonder if there was a bit of truth in her words. For a while now, Sarah had seemed a bit distant, and not quite as she used to be. It was almost as if the flame had gone out between them. That was when he realised. It was over. He could try denying it as much as he wanted but he had to end it now, before someone got hurt.
As he walked outside into the cool Autumn air he could feel tears trickling down his face. He thought he had been happy but the more he contemplated he realised it had just been an illusion. That was when he saw them, two figures kissing in the moonlight. "That was how it used to be" he whispered. But somehow, these figures looked familiar. One tall with long hair - a girl, and one shorter with an unmistakable slingshot in his belt. Spot Conlon and Sarah. She rushed up to him, making excuses but he wasn't listening, he didn't care. This would be an easy way to drop Sarah, just the excuse he was looking for. He could see Spot standing in the background, flushed with embarrassment. He was welcome to her. And that was that. Over.
As the train pulled to a halt he shook himself out of this daydream. The sign on the side of the platform read "Santa Fe - Welcome". He was here, he'd finally made it. Left his days as a troubled Newsie behind. Ready to start afresh. He pulled on his hat, tightened his scarf and kicked the dust of Santa Fe as he walked into the sunset.
Free.