Shot: Here's my new series of songfics. I love the musical Chicago, so I'm doing Chicago Newsies Style. I am going to follow the basic plotline of Chicago but I am going to change some to a lot to fit my needs for the story. Trust me it will still be good *Off to side* At least I hope so. *Back to readers* Hope you enjoy. I am going to need several people to fill a few spots for me. One is Mary Sunshine. The second is a therapist that I am adding. Third is the announcer of each act. And last is several reporters. Leave in your review or e-mail me if you want in. Remember not all will be used.
Disclaimers: Though I love them, they still don't belong to me. But one day, when I rule the world, it will all be mine. MWAHAHAHAHA. *walks off laughing evilly. Not watching where she is going and walks into a wall* OWWW.
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Crutchy runs around backstage as best he can with a crutch. Showgirls and guys are all around him. Crutchy pushes past them all and runs to a dressing room. The door is labeled *David & Sarah Jacobs*. He knocks on the door three times, "Five minutes to curtain, Jacobs."
He runs back the way he came.
In a hotel room, a block away. David Jacobs stares down at the two bodies in front of him. He throws on his jacket and runs out the door towards Irving Hall theatre. He runs in the backstage door and towards his dressing room. Crutchy stops him, "David I thought you were here already. Where's Sarah?"
David pushed Crutchy away, "She's sick. It's solo tonight, Crutchy."
Crutchy paused, "Sure you don't want to cancel."
David stared at him, "Positive."
David enters his dressing room and pulls off his jacket. He starts to frantically scrub his hands under water. Blood mixes with water as it washes down the drain. David inspects his hands, he's relieved to see all the blood is gone. He quickly changes out of his brown pants and blue shirt into a stunning black tux with sparkling blue trim. He runs out of the dressing just as the opening music starts. He runs onstage and stops in the middle. He pops his head up at a single note and starts singing, "Come on babe, why don't we paint the town? And all that Jazz."
He suddenly realizes he has to sing both parts of the song, "I'm gonna rouge my knees and pull my stockings down. And all that Jazz. Start the car I know a whoopee spot where the gin is cold but the piano's hot. It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl. And. All. That. Jazz. Ah slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes, and all that Jazz, I hear that father Dip is gonna blow the blues Ha ha and all that Jazz. Hold on hun, we're gonna bunny hop, I brought some aspirin now that's your nightly drug. If you wanna shake apart and want a brand new start to do that Jazz."
Show girls and guys come out on stage dancing and singing, while David slips offstage. Offstage are two police officers, the first one steps forward and starts handcuffing David while the second speaks, "David Jacob you are under arrest for the murder of your husband Jack Kelly and your sister Sarah Jacob"
On stage, the show girls and guys continue, "Ah you're gonna see her shake a shimmy shake. And all that Jazz. Ah she's gonna shimmy till her garters break, And all that Jazz. Show a place to fun and cuddle ah her mother's blood is curdle, if she's here, her baby's queer for all that jazz."
As the showgirls and guys sang, years passed. It was two years later when David reappeared on the stage in a gray prison outfit. He belted out, "Kinda fast, we're playing fast and loose and all that jazz."
Guys in prison outfits joined him on stage and echoed, "And all that jazz."
David sang back, "Ah right up here is where I store the juice and all that jazz."
The guys echoed, "And all that jazz."
David laughed and continued, "Ah come on babe we're gonna brush the sky. I betcha Lucky Lucy's never been this high. Up in the stratosphere, I play it loud and clear. And all. That. Jazz."
In an apartment in uptown Manhattan, two males argued loudly. The first, a tall browned haired boy with pleading eyes asked, "So that's final, huh Snitch."
The other boy, Snitch nodded, "Yeah, I'm afraid so, Skitts."
Skittery walked to his dresser and pulled out a gun. Snitch had turned his back to Skittery. Skittery pointed the gun at Snitch, "OH Snitch."
Snitch turned around, "Yeah, what is it?"
Skittery shook his head, "Nobody walks out on me."
The gun fired three times. Snitch laid dead on the ground. Skittery quickly pulled a sheet over his body and prepared the story he would tell his husband when he came home.
Back at the prison theater.
David was finishing his song, "No I know what's right. But oh, I love my life and all. That. Oh Jazz. That jazz."
The prisoners jumped to their feet applauding. David quickly exited the stage.
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Shot: Yes, that's where I'm ending it. That is where the song ends. It's gonna be a song a chapter. Yeah I know some of the words in the song were prolly off but I'm just going off of my soundtrack, so I'm sorry. Again please read and review and Let me know if you want in. First choice of character in this goes to Legs and Seraph because they have reviewed every one of my songfics thus far. Enjoy.
*Walks off humming "All That Jazz"*