Disclaimer: Don't own Newsies , I only own Revolution, Bella.
It was a humid, rainy summer night, when Anya Fredrich stepped off the U.S.S Alexandra.
"Ya gonna be okay?" asked Oliver Jenkins, a crewmember who had taken a liking to the quiet Irish girl.
"Yeah, I'm gonna be fine"
She smiled to herself.
"Yeah, I'm gonna be Just fine"
She swung her bag over her shoulder and headed off the boat.
The Next Day..
Anya sat up from the park bench she had slept on and stretched.
"Ah, nuttin like sleepin in da great out doors" she said giggling to herself.
She grabbed her things and headed off.
"'orace Greenley eh?" she said to herself "well, Horace. Forgive me"
She climbed up and stood on the statue. She pulled her violin out and set the case on the ground. She began playing a lively Irish folksong, her mother had taught her.
"What da hell is dat noise?" asked Jack Kelly.
The Manhattan newsboys had just finished getting their papers and were off to sell, when they heard the lively music.
"Look dere" said Les Jacobs pointing to the Horace statue.
Itey Martino looked up from the headlines to see a girl standing on the statue. Les was right, standing on top of the Horace Greeley statue was a tall, thin, girl with long flame red curls wipping around her in the wind as she played.
"Hey!" said Stress Lynch as she strode up to the guys.
"What's goin on?" asked Bella Andova tapping Itey on the shoulder.
"Tink deres about ta be a soakin" said Swifty under his breath.
"What?" asked Stress.
Stress was the leader of the Manhattan newsgirls and Jack's girl friend.
"Ya boy" said Itey pointing to Jack.
"Hey goil!" yelled Jack "Git down"
"Why?" replied Anya.
"Cause I said So"
"Who made you king of New York?"
"Git down or I'll soak ya"
Anya had never heard that term before but she assumed it meant a fight. She hopped down.
"Ooh, what are ya gonna do about it? You'se just a little boy"
Jack caught himself before he hit her.
"Just stay away from Horace. Dats where we sell our papes"
"Sellin papes and playin violin are two totally different tings" said Anya.
"I aint neva hit a goil 'fore but."
"Now Jack" said Itey "Dat wont be necessary"
Anya looked at the boy who spoke. Tall, thin, with dark brown curly hair, a lopsided grin and dark liquid eyes, He was adorable.
"Itey's right" said Stress "I'm sure uhh."
"Revolution" supplied Anya.
"yes, I'm sure Revolution is just trying to make a livin"
"Just keep 'er away from me" whispered Jack as he allowed himself to be led away by Stress and Davey.
"Do ya have any idea what coulda just happened?" asked Itey.
"What eva happened, I coulda handled it" said Revolution "Didn't need ya help"..
You guys like it so far? Carryin Da Banner, Revolution
Ps. Couldn't resist the king of New York comment.
It was a humid, rainy summer night, when Anya Fredrich stepped off the U.S.S Alexandra.
"Ya gonna be okay?" asked Oliver Jenkins, a crewmember who had taken a liking to the quiet Irish girl.
"Yeah, I'm gonna be fine"
She smiled to herself.
"Yeah, I'm gonna be Just fine"
She swung her bag over her shoulder and headed off the boat.
The Next Day..
Anya sat up from the park bench she had slept on and stretched.
"Ah, nuttin like sleepin in da great out doors" she said giggling to herself.
She grabbed her things and headed off.
"'orace Greenley eh?" she said to herself "well, Horace. Forgive me"
She climbed up and stood on the statue. She pulled her violin out and set the case on the ground. She began playing a lively Irish folksong, her mother had taught her.
"What da hell is dat noise?" asked Jack Kelly.
The Manhattan newsboys had just finished getting their papers and were off to sell, when they heard the lively music.
"Look dere" said Les Jacobs pointing to the Horace statue.
Itey Martino looked up from the headlines to see a girl standing on the statue. Les was right, standing on top of the Horace Greeley statue was a tall, thin, girl with long flame red curls wipping around her in the wind as she played.
"Hey!" said Stress Lynch as she strode up to the guys.
"What's goin on?" asked Bella Andova tapping Itey on the shoulder.
"Tink deres about ta be a soakin" said Swifty under his breath.
"What?" asked Stress.
Stress was the leader of the Manhattan newsgirls and Jack's girl friend.
"Ya boy" said Itey pointing to Jack.
"Hey goil!" yelled Jack "Git down"
"Why?" replied Anya.
"Cause I said So"
"Who made you king of New York?"
"Git down or I'll soak ya"
Anya had never heard that term before but she assumed it meant a fight. She hopped down.
"Ooh, what are ya gonna do about it? You'se just a little boy"
Jack caught himself before he hit her.
"Just stay away from Horace. Dats where we sell our papes"
"Sellin papes and playin violin are two totally different tings" said Anya.
"I aint neva hit a goil 'fore but."
"Now Jack" said Itey "Dat wont be necessary"
Anya looked at the boy who spoke. Tall, thin, with dark brown curly hair, a lopsided grin and dark liquid eyes, He was adorable.
"Itey's right" said Stress "I'm sure uhh."
"Revolution" supplied Anya.
"yes, I'm sure Revolution is just trying to make a livin"
"Just keep 'er away from me" whispered Jack as he allowed himself to be led away by Stress and Davey.
"Do ya have any idea what coulda just happened?" asked Itey.
"What eva happened, I coulda handled it" said Revolution "Didn't need ya help"..
You guys like it so far? Carryin Da Banner, Revolution
Ps. Couldn't resist the king of New York comment.
