HAHAHAHA and you thought you got rid of me didn't you? :::smiles:: Anyway, here is the 7th chapter! I really need to finish this story, I'm working on the 14th chapter as of now! I'm going to finish it!…I just don't know when!

Thanks: To all of you that review the last chapter! You know who you are! Dice I'd give ya the cake but it's moldy at the moment, and Rae took off with the ice cream…so here's the pocket lint I promised. :::hands pocket lint to the disappointed reviewers::: and I'll give you my credit card number it's…ok I lied I don't have a credit card sorry! :::looks down ashamed::: But thanks for the reviews anyway!

Disclaimer: For the eleventeenth time! I DON'T OWN NEWSIES! Why you all want me to admit it every f***ing chapter is beyond me!

Now! With all that said, it's story time!

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Prank entered the building. It was a theater, with red carpets, a grand stairway that led to the balcony. It was abandoned; Prank entered the auditorium and turned her head to see the familiar green exit sign.

"Prankster, is dat you?" a voice said behind her. Prank turned to find the curly red head that owned Irving hall. (Come on, did you not catch on by now?)

Prankster smiled and took off her hat, "Hello Medda," she spoke.

"What brings ya heah?" Medda walked up and hugged Prank.

"I need to ask a favor for you," Prank explained.

"Like what?"

"Well," Prank started, "there's this kid, the little guy is like my brother, and it's his birthday in a couple weeks…" she was cut off by Medda.

"Oh old will he be?"

"Twelve." Prank answered, "anyway, I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, and he wants to hear me sing here."

Medda raised her eyebrows.

"You sing?"

"Used to," Prank explained, "I don't like to sing very much."

"Oh, is it stage fright?" Medda asked concerned.

Prank laughed and shook her head, "No, never had that problem."

"Den why don't ya enjoy singin'?" Medda asked.

Prank and Medda walked onto the stage. Prank went into the middle, almost as if instinctively. Prank sighed and lowered her head.

"When I was little, I didn't just sell papes," she looked at Medda, "I sang also, and my boss, wasn't exactly big on child rights." She turned head back and looked at the empty auditorium.

"I was up at dawn selling papes, and I wouldn't get home until around 2 in the morning each night," she paused, "singing just gives me bad memories. Prank shook her head as if that would make the memories go away.

Medda nodded sympathetically. "You can sing here, on Friday." Prank smiled,

"Thanks," Prank stepped foreword to jump off the stage.

"Wait, Prank," Prank stopped and turned to Medda. "How good were you?"

Prank cracked a smile, that was all Medda needed to know, but Prank answered her.

"Every night was a sold out performance." Prank jumped off the stage and picked up her papers.

"I'll bring the music for the house band tomorrow so they can learn the music, and I'm having my sisters and Smarts sing with me, we'll come by early to get ready."

"Smarts?" Medda asked.

"Oh, that's right. A few days ago, three friends from San Francisco came. Mute, Sparky, he's the boy I'm singing for, and Smarts."

Medda just stood silent. Prank turned and began to walk out of the auditorium.

"Thanks Medda," she called back to her and with that Prank was out the door. She looked at the headline and started screaming false headlines. She had to meet Race soon and she needed to attempt to look like she was really trying to sell.

After a half an hour and thirty papes sold Prank was looking at the entrance of Sheepshed. Prank looked down at the four remaining papes she had.

'One more headline,' she thought. She looked on the inside and found a good headline to 'improve.'

"Murder, Murder, dead bodies found in the river." She cried. That got rid of the remaining four. She didn't tell the customers that the bodies were kittens. She slipped away before any of them read the story and went after her. She now had a new mission, to find Racetrack. It wasn't like it was the world's greatest search. Once she followed the cigar smoke she found him. His back was turned to her. She went up and tapped his right shoulder, then went off to the left. Racetrack looked to his right, and seemed very confused when no one was there.

"Hi," Prank announced that she was there.

Race jumped, not expecting Prank, to be there. Prank started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" Race asked, taking a little offence to Pranks trick.

"You." She flashed him a smile.

"We'se ready?" he asked, a little agitated.

Prank dropped her smile, "Yeah," she grabbed his hand in hopes to cheer him up. Race cracked a smile as the couple walked into Sheepshed.

Prank skipped out of Sheepshed with her pockets a little more heavy then when she came in. Race, on the other hand, had lighter pants now. Prank laughed and spun in a circle. She turned to find Race looking at her very strangely.

"What?" she asked.

"You'se nuts,"

Prank smiled, "Yeah, I know, but that's why you like me." She stopped and waited for Race to catch up.

"What are ya gonna use da money for?" Race asked.

Prank thought about it for a second. "I think I'll buy Sparks present with this."

"So you'se ain't sinin'?" Race's face fell.

Prank was going to correct him, but then decided to keep it a surprise.

"No,"

"Why don't ya sing?" Race turned and looked at her.

"'Cause," Prank looked away, "bad memories."

Race shut up immediately understanding. He just wished that Prank would open up to him. He always seemed to be the last to know anything. He knew very little of Prank's past. But she didn't know his at all. In fact, she never really pressed the issue. Like she already knew that it was a touchy subject and just avoided it all together. He was brought back by the sound of Prank.

"Hey, Race, you alive?"

"Yeah, what?"

Prank shook her head and started choking back a laugh. Very badly.

"I said, 'we're almost home,'" she pointed to the lodging house. She then shivered. Race wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in.

"Cold?" he asked concerned.

"Not anymore."

Those were the last words they spoke to each other until they got into the lodging house. They made their way upstairs and found several of the newsies already there.

"Hi boys," Prank greeted as she walked into the room. The boys looked up from the various activities and greeted Prank. Prank raised her hand high in the air. She then called to everyone in the room.

"All of you people that are girls, come with me, and just in case you're confused, no Mush, you aren't a girl." This caused several of the newsies to go into laughing fits. The girls walked up to Prank. Marbles giving her the evil eye.

"What?" Prank asked her sister. Marbles still looked at Prank with anger.

"Oh come on," Prank commented, "he knows I'm kidding. Don'cha Mush?"

"Yeah I'se know." Mush flashed her a smile.

"Ok," Prank turned back to the girls, "come with me." The girls left the room and went up onto the roof. Prank grabbed the lantern before hand and lit it. Marbles, Ramble and Smarts all had a seat while Prank set the lantern down. The girls looked at Prank waiting for her to speak.

"Alright," Prank started. "I'm going to sing for Sparks."

The girls were ready to give their sayings of good luck, but Prank stopped them.

"And if I'm going down, you're all coming down with me."

"Yeah Prank," Ramble got up, "I'll do it with you."

"Yeah," Marbles agreed, "if this gets you singing."

Smarts got up and walked over to Prank. "You got a deal."

"Good," Prank said, "Now, no one must know, no newsies, no boyfriends, and especially no Sparky." The girls smiled and nodded their heads in agreement.

"What are we singing?" Smarts asked.

"I have an idea," Pranks said, and then proceeded to tell the girls her plan.

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I know…short chapter….but the next one is really long…I mean really long….I mean bring-your-pillow long! ::smiles::: Well please review, it'd give some meaning into my life!