A/N: HA HA HA!!! Because of Spaz's impatient nature, she is overriding the
tag that Eight tagged Pyro with. Spaz has been waiting ever so patiently
for 2 months for Pyro to post, and it doesn't look like she is going to, so
Spaz has decided to write her own chapter, then Eight will, then Pyro has
to write TWO!
That is the ruling of the Eight/Spaz judging team. *bangs gavel twice*
The three girls walked (well, Spaz skipped) into Irving hall, and just about ran into Medda.
"Oh, there you are!" Medda anxiously exclaimed. "I need your help!"
"What's wrong?" they asked in unison.
"You do know about the special guest vocalist tonight, correct?"
"Yeah, some lady from Boston, right?" Eight asked.
"I just received word that she broke her leg getting out of the stagecoach at the station!" Medda moaned. "The show is in one hour, and I have no backup singer!"
"Does it matter what song is preformed?" Spaz asked slowly, thinking carefully.
"Not really. do you know of anyone that can fill in for me?" Medda asked.
"Yes. technically, it would be two people."
"Go on." Medda prompted.
"Eight and I can do it. we know a couple of songs that we sang, you know, around the campfire." Spaz said.
With a sudden look of slight surprise, Medda took a deep breath, and let out a silent "Oh." Then she thought for a minute, and reluctantly said, "I suppose you can have a quick audition, but no promises. No offence to you fine young ladies, but I run an establishment that is prided on its vocal talent."
"That's completely understandable." Eight said to Medda before turning to Pyro, "Hey, why don't you get your clarinet, so we can warm up."
"O-tay!" Pyro said, before she took off for their apartment.
"Why not use the stage, and I will get back to formulating other last minute plans. I'll come back in ten minutes." Medda said, and with a turn on her heel, and a swish of her skirt, she was off.
True to her word, Medda came back in exactly ten minutes. As she sat down in the front row of the theater, Eight nodded to Pyro, and she played a note for them.
They started singing, and even before the first verse was finished, Medda cut them off.
"I hate to break it to you girls." she started, as Spaz and Eight hung their heads in defeat.
".you will have to wear dresses to perform on stage." Medda finished.
The girl's faces broke into grins, and they jumped up and down with glee.
Spaz suddenly stopped jumping, and turned to Medda and asked her, "We don't have to wear pink, do we?"
With a laugh, Medda told them, "You know where the costume room is. Just make sure your outfits are. not as outrageous as they were the other day. They have to be approved by me first."
"YAY!" all three of them shouted, as they took off running backstage, out the stage door, and down the hall.
~~~
About forty five minutes later, there was a line outside Irving hall.
"What's goin on?" Racetrack asked Mary, Medda's attendant, who was filling in for Eight at the ticket booth.
"Tonight there is a special performance going on, it is all a surprise though, you will see as soon as the show starts." She said mysteriously.
"Dis better be good!" Kid Blink informed her, "Da whole crowd's here tonight, and you have no idea what this many Newsies do when dey's upset." He said, leaning on the counter.
"I have no worries." Mary told him as she handed him his ticket.
~~~ "How do I look?" Eight asked Pyro, as she fidgeted in front of the mirror in a beautiful blue satin dress with sunny yellow trim.
"You are still as beautiful as you were three minutes ago when you asked the last time."
"I hate wearing a skirt!" Spaz complained, smoothing the vibrant green fabric of her skirt. "But the shirt's pretty!" She said, looking down the front of her off-white silk shirt, making sure that the pearl buttons were all done up.
After much searching, Katie finally found a suitable dress to wear, it was red with gold brocade trim. She complained all the way to the stage, but they all fel silent as they stood in the wings, waiting for Medda's cue.
Medda was supposed to do a sweeping hand motion, along with a certain welcoming phrase that she had already rehearsed with the girls.
"I can't see!" Pyro complained. She was the shortest, and happened to be in the back of the other two.
"You have seen her sing this song at least half a dozen times already!" Eight said, smiling, and nudging Katie with her elbow.
"I still wanna see!" She defended, standing on her tiptoes to try and see over Spaz's tall shoulders.
She was trying so hard to stand as tall as she could, when she suddenly lost her balance. She fell into Eight, who fell into Spaz, and they all ended up in a pile on the side of the darkened stage. Thankfully, the spotlight was on Medda, who was on the other side of the stage, so no one in the audience but the left side of the front could see that there was anyone there.
Being the professional she was, Medda completely ignored the pile that they had made of themselves, and just continued to sing, so that they could get back offstage.
Spot, and everyone else around him sniggered quietly. Whoever they were that happened to be up next were not exactly graceful. Spot couldn't tell what they looked like, because of the darkness, so he elbowed Racetrack, (who happened to be sitting next to him) in the ribs, and asked. "Who are dey, Race?"
"I have no idea, it was supposed ta be a guest from Boston, or somewhere."
The last note of Medda's song died, the spotlight dimmed in comparison to the rest of the stage lights coming on.
"Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, you are in for a real treat. This trio has traveled many miles to arrive here for this preformance tonight. Please welcome my special guests." Medda nodded to them with a smile, and motioned them onstage.
As soon as they walked onstage, there was a gasp from the newsies in the audience. They instantly recognised the trio, even though their transformation was astounding. Medda had made them wear stage makeup, so that their features could be seen from the audience, and their hair was curled.
"Wow, they look pretty good as girls." Mush said, amazed.
The whole front left side of the audience erupted in cheers and whistles. All of the newsboys usually try to show up for the special performances that Medda gives a few times a year, and this was no exception.
Grinning at the audience, Pyro nodded to the conductor, and put her instrument to her lips.
Spaz and Eight started right on time, their voices flowing smoothly to the music:
I love the part in fairy tales that's very near the end, when all the kingdom cheers for their new queen. And all is well, and all is good and, everyone belongs, and happily they're ever-after-ing.
But when I enter the kingdom of dreams, and face the promise of all I can be, will they see me as a heroine, tell me will they let me in?
I love hour the seasons change, and winter turns to spring, and empty branches welcome newborn leaves, the earth makes room for every flower that reaches for the sun, "I'm glad you've come" is whispered on the breeze
But when I enter the spring of my dreams, just like a wildflower that bursts on the scene will I find my place with the gentle wind, tell me, will they let me in.
And if a heart's breaking, a part of me's aching to show them how much that I care, but if no one lets me, or turns and forgets me, then how, how can I share.
There is a part of fairy tales, that's very near the end. The princess and the prince declare their love, and hearts are healed, and soals are changed, and two blend into one, all orchestrated by the stars above.
But when I standat the door of my dreams, and face a lonely heart calling for me, I could fill that emptyness within, if that heart would let me in.
Won't somene let me in?
As the music faded away, the thunderous applause surprised the girls standing onstage. They grinned nervously at such praise. As the audience was cheering for them, they awkwardly curtsied. The conductor struck up the band again, and they sang a funny song about a goat that are three red shirts off the clothesline, so it's owner tied it to the railroad tracks, and it coughed up the shirts, and flagged the train.
The audience burst out laughing at their comical expressions, and motions to the song.
They sang a few more songs, and finished their act with a beautifully harmonized song with Medda. Roaring applause filled their ears, and it surprised them so much that they just stood there, motionless, like a deer in then headlights.
"Wow." Eight breathed, as the stage lights were turned down so they could see the audience, who was standing on their feet, filling the room.
They took one more bow, and scurried off of the stage, leaving Medda to bid the audience adieu.
"You guys were wonderful!" Pyro said out of breath from playing her clarinet.
"I think they liked us." Eight said with a grin as they listened to the applause, which they could still hear.
Spaz clapped her hands in excitement, and jumped up and down. "This is so exciting!"
"Lets go return these. ugh. dresses to the costume room." Eight suggested.
"Sounds good to me!" Pyro agreed enthusiastically.
They started sauntering off down the hall, but were stopped when a few familiar faces came around the corner. Bumlets, Specs, and Dutchy, grinned at them as they came closer.
"That was a wonderful show!" Exclaimed Specs.
"You have a beautiful voice." Dutchy said timidly to Spaz.
"You play fantastically." Bumlets told Pyro
"Thank you" all three girls said shyly.
"The whole group of guys is heading over to Tibby's. would you like to join us?" Specs asked, looking mostly at Eight.
The three girls looked at each other, and nodded.
"Sounds spiffy, we just have to go change-" Pyro started, but was cut off by Bumlets.
"No, you have to wear the dresses!" Bumlets told her. "Not everyone believed that it was you!" he said with a smile.
"Seriously?" Spaz asked, unbelieving.
"Seriously." Dutchy confirmed.
With a funny look that was a mixture of impatience and dismay, Eight asked, "We have to wear these stupid dresses longer?"
Specs chuckled at her and politely asked, "Please?"
Eight threw up her hands in defeat, and sighed. "I guess."
"Good!" Specs said enthusiastically, as he held out his elbow
Eight took his offered arm in hers, and Dutchy and Bumlets followed suit, and held their elbows out. Spaz linked her arm in Dutchy's, and Pyro with Bumlets, and they made their way out into the cool night air.
~~~ Sitting in the middle of Tibby's restaurant, a group of Newsies were in a heated discussion.
"Nah, there aint no way that those girls were the ones we know!" Kid Blink stated.
"You got eyes?" Spot exclaimed, "Dose were da very same girls I met." He said with a smirk.
"What do you think Race?" Kid Blink asked.
"Sorry Blink, I gots ta agree wid Spot." said Racetrack
"You'se always sidin with Brooklyn." Snoddy stated.
"Only when he's right." Racetrack grinned.
Everyone laughed, and Spot spitshook with Racetrack.
With a confident smile, Kid Blink asked Race "Ya wanna get a little wager goin' on that?"
Racetrack's gaze slipped over Kid Blink's right shoulder. As the door opened, he noticed three familiar figures in dresses slip into the restaurant, with Specs, Dutchy, and Bumlets.
Without missing a beat, Racetrack declared, "You're on!"
"Hmmm, I'd say that twenty cents should be enough to win offa you." Blink proclaimed.
"If you're sure that you can afford that." Racetrack started.
"Only if you can." Blink challenged
"I don't need to afford it!" Racetrack chuckled before standing up and hollering across the room, "Hey Specs, come sit over here!" he invited with a twinkle in his eye.
The rest of the group sitting at Racetrack's table burst out laughing.
The three girls walked (well, Spaz skipped) into Irving hall, and just about ran into Medda.
"Oh, there you are!" Medda anxiously exclaimed. "I need your help!"
"What's wrong?" they asked in unison.
"You do know about the special guest vocalist tonight, correct?"
"Yeah, some lady from Boston, right?" Eight asked.
"I just received word that she broke her leg getting out of the stagecoach at the station!" Medda moaned. "The show is in one hour, and I have no backup singer!"
"Does it matter what song is preformed?" Spaz asked slowly, thinking carefully.
"Not really. do you know of anyone that can fill in for me?" Medda asked.
"Yes. technically, it would be two people."
"Go on." Medda prompted.
"Eight and I can do it. we know a couple of songs that we sang, you know, around the campfire." Spaz said.
With a sudden look of slight surprise, Medda took a deep breath, and let out a silent "Oh." Then she thought for a minute, and reluctantly said, "I suppose you can have a quick audition, but no promises. No offence to you fine young ladies, but I run an establishment that is prided on its vocal talent."
"That's completely understandable." Eight said to Medda before turning to Pyro, "Hey, why don't you get your clarinet, so we can warm up."
"O-tay!" Pyro said, before she took off for their apartment.
"Why not use the stage, and I will get back to formulating other last minute plans. I'll come back in ten minutes." Medda said, and with a turn on her heel, and a swish of her skirt, she was off.
True to her word, Medda came back in exactly ten minutes. As she sat down in the front row of the theater, Eight nodded to Pyro, and she played a note for them.
They started singing, and even before the first verse was finished, Medda cut them off.
"I hate to break it to you girls." she started, as Spaz and Eight hung their heads in defeat.
".you will have to wear dresses to perform on stage." Medda finished.
The girl's faces broke into grins, and they jumped up and down with glee.
Spaz suddenly stopped jumping, and turned to Medda and asked her, "We don't have to wear pink, do we?"
With a laugh, Medda told them, "You know where the costume room is. Just make sure your outfits are. not as outrageous as they were the other day. They have to be approved by me first."
"YAY!" all three of them shouted, as they took off running backstage, out the stage door, and down the hall.
~~~
About forty five minutes later, there was a line outside Irving hall.
"What's goin on?" Racetrack asked Mary, Medda's attendant, who was filling in for Eight at the ticket booth.
"Tonight there is a special performance going on, it is all a surprise though, you will see as soon as the show starts." She said mysteriously.
"Dis better be good!" Kid Blink informed her, "Da whole crowd's here tonight, and you have no idea what this many Newsies do when dey's upset." He said, leaning on the counter.
"I have no worries." Mary told him as she handed him his ticket.
~~~ "How do I look?" Eight asked Pyro, as she fidgeted in front of the mirror in a beautiful blue satin dress with sunny yellow trim.
"You are still as beautiful as you were three minutes ago when you asked the last time."
"I hate wearing a skirt!" Spaz complained, smoothing the vibrant green fabric of her skirt. "But the shirt's pretty!" She said, looking down the front of her off-white silk shirt, making sure that the pearl buttons were all done up.
After much searching, Katie finally found a suitable dress to wear, it was red with gold brocade trim. She complained all the way to the stage, but they all fel silent as they stood in the wings, waiting for Medda's cue.
Medda was supposed to do a sweeping hand motion, along with a certain welcoming phrase that she had already rehearsed with the girls.
"I can't see!" Pyro complained. She was the shortest, and happened to be in the back of the other two.
"You have seen her sing this song at least half a dozen times already!" Eight said, smiling, and nudging Katie with her elbow.
"I still wanna see!" She defended, standing on her tiptoes to try and see over Spaz's tall shoulders.
She was trying so hard to stand as tall as she could, when she suddenly lost her balance. She fell into Eight, who fell into Spaz, and they all ended up in a pile on the side of the darkened stage. Thankfully, the spotlight was on Medda, who was on the other side of the stage, so no one in the audience but the left side of the front could see that there was anyone there.
Being the professional she was, Medda completely ignored the pile that they had made of themselves, and just continued to sing, so that they could get back offstage.
Spot, and everyone else around him sniggered quietly. Whoever they were that happened to be up next were not exactly graceful. Spot couldn't tell what they looked like, because of the darkness, so he elbowed Racetrack, (who happened to be sitting next to him) in the ribs, and asked. "Who are dey, Race?"
"I have no idea, it was supposed ta be a guest from Boston, or somewhere."
The last note of Medda's song died, the spotlight dimmed in comparison to the rest of the stage lights coming on.
"Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, you are in for a real treat. This trio has traveled many miles to arrive here for this preformance tonight. Please welcome my special guests." Medda nodded to them with a smile, and motioned them onstage.
As soon as they walked onstage, there was a gasp from the newsies in the audience. They instantly recognised the trio, even though their transformation was astounding. Medda had made them wear stage makeup, so that their features could be seen from the audience, and their hair was curled.
"Wow, they look pretty good as girls." Mush said, amazed.
The whole front left side of the audience erupted in cheers and whistles. All of the newsboys usually try to show up for the special performances that Medda gives a few times a year, and this was no exception.
Grinning at the audience, Pyro nodded to the conductor, and put her instrument to her lips.
Spaz and Eight started right on time, their voices flowing smoothly to the music:
I love the part in fairy tales that's very near the end, when all the kingdom cheers for their new queen. And all is well, and all is good and, everyone belongs, and happily they're ever-after-ing.
But when I enter the kingdom of dreams, and face the promise of all I can be, will they see me as a heroine, tell me will they let me in?
I love hour the seasons change, and winter turns to spring, and empty branches welcome newborn leaves, the earth makes room for every flower that reaches for the sun, "I'm glad you've come" is whispered on the breeze
But when I enter the spring of my dreams, just like a wildflower that bursts on the scene will I find my place with the gentle wind, tell me, will they let me in.
And if a heart's breaking, a part of me's aching to show them how much that I care, but if no one lets me, or turns and forgets me, then how, how can I share.
There is a part of fairy tales, that's very near the end. The princess and the prince declare their love, and hearts are healed, and soals are changed, and two blend into one, all orchestrated by the stars above.
But when I standat the door of my dreams, and face a lonely heart calling for me, I could fill that emptyness within, if that heart would let me in.
Won't somene let me in?
As the music faded away, the thunderous applause surprised the girls standing onstage. They grinned nervously at such praise. As the audience was cheering for them, they awkwardly curtsied. The conductor struck up the band again, and they sang a funny song about a goat that are three red shirts off the clothesline, so it's owner tied it to the railroad tracks, and it coughed up the shirts, and flagged the train.
The audience burst out laughing at their comical expressions, and motions to the song.
They sang a few more songs, and finished their act with a beautifully harmonized song with Medda. Roaring applause filled their ears, and it surprised them so much that they just stood there, motionless, like a deer in then headlights.
"Wow." Eight breathed, as the stage lights were turned down so they could see the audience, who was standing on their feet, filling the room.
They took one more bow, and scurried off of the stage, leaving Medda to bid the audience adieu.
"You guys were wonderful!" Pyro said out of breath from playing her clarinet.
"I think they liked us." Eight said with a grin as they listened to the applause, which they could still hear.
Spaz clapped her hands in excitement, and jumped up and down. "This is so exciting!"
"Lets go return these. ugh. dresses to the costume room." Eight suggested.
"Sounds good to me!" Pyro agreed enthusiastically.
They started sauntering off down the hall, but were stopped when a few familiar faces came around the corner. Bumlets, Specs, and Dutchy, grinned at them as they came closer.
"That was a wonderful show!" Exclaimed Specs.
"You have a beautiful voice." Dutchy said timidly to Spaz.
"You play fantastically." Bumlets told Pyro
"Thank you" all three girls said shyly.
"The whole group of guys is heading over to Tibby's. would you like to join us?" Specs asked, looking mostly at Eight.
The three girls looked at each other, and nodded.
"Sounds spiffy, we just have to go change-" Pyro started, but was cut off by Bumlets.
"No, you have to wear the dresses!" Bumlets told her. "Not everyone believed that it was you!" he said with a smile.
"Seriously?" Spaz asked, unbelieving.
"Seriously." Dutchy confirmed.
With a funny look that was a mixture of impatience and dismay, Eight asked, "We have to wear these stupid dresses longer?"
Specs chuckled at her and politely asked, "Please?"
Eight threw up her hands in defeat, and sighed. "I guess."
"Good!" Specs said enthusiastically, as he held out his elbow
Eight took his offered arm in hers, and Dutchy and Bumlets followed suit, and held their elbows out. Spaz linked her arm in Dutchy's, and Pyro with Bumlets, and they made their way out into the cool night air.
~~~ Sitting in the middle of Tibby's restaurant, a group of Newsies were in a heated discussion.
"Nah, there aint no way that those girls were the ones we know!" Kid Blink stated.
"You got eyes?" Spot exclaimed, "Dose were da very same girls I met." He said with a smirk.
"What do you think Race?" Kid Blink asked.
"Sorry Blink, I gots ta agree wid Spot." said Racetrack
"You'se always sidin with Brooklyn." Snoddy stated.
"Only when he's right." Racetrack grinned.
Everyone laughed, and Spot spitshook with Racetrack.
With a confident smile, Kid Blink asked Race "Ya wanna get a little wager goin' on that?"
Racetrack's gaze slipped over Kid Blink's right shoulder. As the door opened, he noticed three familiar figures in dresses slip into the restaurant, with Specs, Dutchy, and Bumlets.
Without missing a beat, Racetrack declared, "You're on!"
"Hmmm, I'd say that twenty cents should be enough to win offa you." Blink proclaimed.
"If you're sure that you can afford that." Racetrack started.
"Only if you can." Blink challenged
"I don't need to afford it!" Racetrack chuckled before standing up and hollering across the room, "Hey Specs, come sit over here!" he invited with a twinkle in his eye.
The rest of the group sitting at Racetrack's table burst out laughing.