Hey thanks everyone who offered. I'm glad that I have at least . . . what
was it four people that have reviewed and have asked to be in the story . .
. I'm glad it's getting such publicity. So I have girls for both guys so
let's see what happens. If you still want to be in my story then you have
to write a review. (The requirements are in chapter 1 "What you have to
do") Thanks muches! I know you love me!
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Kennyon: *Sitting at a desk with reading glasses on, reads from a piece of paper*
Dear Kennyon,
I love your show so much,
*to the side*
that's good to know.
*back to letter*
I really love everything about it. The concept, the music the lighting and the people you have picked to be in your shows. I would especially like to compliment that Timmy kid. He's a hottie; I mean how can you not like him. He's masculine and funny, and handsome and cute and. . . .
*looking up from the paper and yelling* TIMMY GET YOUR BUT OUT HERE!
Timmy: What do you want know?
Kennyon: Can you tell me what this is?
*Kennyon hands Timmy the letter and Timmy reads it as a smile spreads across his face and he hands it back to Kennyon*
Timmy: Obviously Kennyon its fan mail for me!
Kennyon: Yeah, okay whatever. Um . . . next time you send yourself fan mail, make it less obvious it was you.
Timmy: What are you talking about? I didn't send that!
Kennyon: Of course you did! One you're the only person who thinks that your *uses two fingers to make quotes* handsome. Two you signed it "YMMIT" which is your name spelled backwards, and three the paper says "from the desk of Timmy Fitzgerald!
Timmy: *Taking paper again* Hmmm . . . . so it does. Well I had to send something! I never get fan mail!
*Timmy turns away from Kennyon and begins to cry, although he tries to hide it*
Timmy: I mean come on *sniff* No body ever writes to me! They always write to you and say how cute you are.
*Kennyon smiles proudly*
Kennyon: That's because I am cute. But Timmy you're cute too! I mean there are probably hundreds of cute girls out there that would love to write about you if you weren't so antagonist all the time.
Timmy: *sniffs with tears rolling down his face* You think so?
Kennyon: Of course I do.
Timmy: Thanks Kennyon you always make me feel. . . Hey is that camera on?
Kennyon: Of course, we're in the middle of "Mail with Kennyon".
Timmy: *Stands up wiping his tears* YOU MEAN THAT WAS FILMED!
Kennyon: Of course! We had to do something while Spot and Race get their makeup on.
Timmy: Why didn't you tell me!?
Kennyon: I thought you knew, I mean you are the camera man.
Timmy: That doesn't mean I know when the camera is on. I can't believe you filmed that you . . . you . . . you backstabbing naughty word!
Kennyon: See this is why no girls like you.
Timmy: Well . . . um . . . screw you!
*Timmy runs off the stage and Kennyon looks at the audience*
Kennyon: Do you guys understand him?
*The audience shrugs, as a few girls giggle about Timmy crying*
Kennyon: I think we have read enough fan mail. I think if I read anymore we might have the entire newsie gang out here crying, and then David would come out here saying "Lighten up. . ." and then music would play and we would have a problem on our hands. . .
*An audience member stands up*
Person who I don't know the name of: What do you mean?
*David Jacobs comes from Stage left with a spotlight on him. He takes center stage and clasps his hands together*
Kennyon: Oh no . . . *covers her ears with her hands*
David: Open the gates and seize the day.
Don't be afraid and don't delay.
Nothing can break us.
No one can make us
Give our rights away.
Arise and seize the day.
*A group of newsies enters the stage in long red robes and stands in choir style behind David*
David: Now is the time to seize the day.
Newsies: *Echoing* Now is the time to seize the day.
David: Send out the call and join the fray.
Newsies: Send out the call and join the fray.
David: Wrongs will be righted
If we're united
All: Let us seize the day.
David: Friends of the friendless seize the day.
Newsies: *Echoing* Friends of the friendless seize the day.
David: Raise up the torch and light the way.
Newsies: Raise up the torch and light the way.
All: Proud and defiant we'll slay the giant.
Let us seize the day.
Neighbor to neighbor,
Father to son,
One for all and all for one.
*The newsies spread into two groups and a few attempt to do break dancing in the middle.*
Group 1: Open the gates and seize the day.
Group 2: *Echoing* Open the gates and seize the day.
Group 1: Don't be afraid and don't delay.
Group 2: Don't be afraid and don't delay.
All: Nothing can break us,
No one can make us
Give our rights away.
Neighbor to neighbor,
Father to son
One for all and all for one.
*The Newsies all come together and do some sort of pose thingie, and the audience claps and cheers. The word "Encore" comes from all over the studio audience. Kennyon looks at her watch.*
Kennyon: That took up five whole minutes of air time! *Screaming* DAVID JACOBS!
David: *Out of breath* What?
Kennyon: Do you remember the little talk we had early about you coming out with the newsies, interrupting MY show, and singing and dancing?
David: No, maybe you could recap my memory?
Kennyon: DON'T DO IT!
David: Oh come on, you know you love it!
Kennyon: Well, maybe just a little. Fine, I'll let you off this time. But don't do it again.
*David walks off and Lily enters from the back licking ice cream, she looks at the newsies in red robes now leaving the stage*
Lily: Oh no, did they sing without me.
Kennyon: You didn't miss much.
Lily: Yes I did. Dang! Why doesn't Anyone tell me when these things happen?
Kennyon: Because anyone is busy doing Spot Conlon's makeup for the show.
Anyone: I'm almost done! Sorry I didn't tell you Lily!
Lily: Oh no biggie, I'll just watch it later on my hidden camera.
Kennyon: What hidden camera?
Lily: What, who said hidden camera? I didn't say hidden camera. Um. . . . I'm gunna go see what Timmy's doing.
*Lily runs off stage and the sweat from the previous musical number is cleaned off the stage.*
Kennyon: *addressing the audience* See that's what I mean when I say that we'll have problems.
Same person from earlier that I STILL don't know the name of: I understand now!
Kennyon: Good, I'm glad. Well everybody, we have taken up too much time with pointless antics. But I'm sorry I have one more for you.
*The audience groans and a scary, nerdy guy with glasses stands up.*
Scary, nerdy Guy: Ants? Tics? AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! I can't stay, I'm allergic to bugs.
*The scary nerdy guy runs out of the studio with the audience watching. Kennyon scratches her head in confusion before moving on*
Kennyon: Any way. We have had more then one girl volunteer to be the drama queens for our cute little newsie heroes.
*Spot and Race enter the stage.*
Race: Hey Spot did you hear that!
Spot: Yeah I know it's great!
Race: She called us heroes!
*Race does a super man pose by thrusting out his chest and putting his fists on his waist.*
Spot: Um. . . Race? Didn't you hear the part about the girls?
*Race continues to stare off into space, dreaming about flying.*
Spot: Race? Race?
Kennyon: That's not how you get him out of it, here watch a pro.
*Kennyon approaches Race stands in front of him and screams*
Kennyon: RACE THE HORSE YOU BET ON WON FIRST PLACE! YOU'RE RICH!
*Race continues to stare into space, he's still in that superman pose*
Spot: A pro, are you?
*Kennyon scratches her head again*
Kennyon: It usually works! I think now would be a good time to go to a commercial break!
*Lights on the stage fade while Spot and Kennyon try to figure out how to snap Race out of his trance*
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Kennyon: *Sitting at a desk with reading glasses on, reads from a piece of paper*
Dear Kennyon,
I love your show so much,
*to the side*
that's good to know.
*back to letter*
I really love everything about it. The concept, the music the lighting and the people you have picked to be in your shows. I would especially like to compliment that Timmy kid. He's a hottie; I mean how can you not like him. He's masculine and funny, and handsome and cute and. . . .
*looking up from the paper and yelling* TIMMY GET YOUR BUT OUT HERE!
Timmy: What do you want know?
Kennyon: Can you tell me what this is?
*Kennyon hands Timmy the letter and Timmy reads it as a smile spreads across his face and he hands it back to Kennyon*
Timmy: Obviously Kennyon its fan mail for me!
Kennyon: Yeah, okay whatever. Um . . . next time you send yourself fan mail, make it less obvious it was you.
Timmy: What are you talking about? I didn't send that!
Kennyon: Of course you did! One you're the only person who thinks that your *uses two fingers to make quotes* handsome. Two you signed it "YMMIT" which is your name spelled backwards, and three the paper says "from the desk of Timmy Fitzgerald!
Timmy: *Taking paper again* Hmmm . . . . so it does. Well I had to send something! I never get fan mail!
*Timmy turns away from Kennyon and begins to cry, although he tries to hide it*
Timmy: I mean come on *sniff* No body ever writes to me! They always write to you and say how cute you are.
*Kennyon smiles proudly*
Kennyon: That's because I am cute. But Timmy you're cute too! I mean there are probably hundreds of cute girls out there that would love to write about you if you weren't so antagonist all the time.
Timmy: *sniffs with tears rolling down his face* You think so?
Kennyon: Of course I do.
Timmy: Thanks Kennyon you always make me feel. . . Hey is that camera on?
Kennyon: Of course, we're in the middle of "Mail with Kennyon".
Timmy: *Stands up wiping his tears* YOU MEAN THAT WAS FILMED!
Kennyon: Of course! We had to do something while Spot and Race get their makeup on.
Timmy: Why didn't you tell me!?
Kennyon: I thought you knew, I mean you are the camera man.
Timmy: That doesn't mean I know when the camera is on. I can't believe you filmed that you . . . you . . . you backstabbing naughty word!
Kennyon: See this is why no girls like you.
Timmy: Well . . . um . . . screw you!
*Timmy runs off the stage and Kennyon looks at the audience*
Kennyon: Do you guys understand him?
*The audience shrugs, as a few girls giggle about Timmy crying*
Kennyon: I think we have read enough fan mail. I think if I read anymore we might have the entire newsie gang out here crying, and then David would come out here saying "Lighten up. . ." and then music would play and we would have a problem on our hands. . .
*An audience member stands up*
Person who I don't know the name of: What do you mean?
*David Jacobs comes from Stage left with a spotlight on him. He takes center stage and clasps his hands together*
Kennyon: Oh no . . . *covers her ears with her hands*
David: Open the gates and seize the day.
Don't be afraid and don't delay.
Nothing can break us.
No one can make us
Give our rights away.
Arise and seize the day.
*A group of newsies enters the stage in long red robes and stands in choir style behind David*
David: Now is the time to seize the day.
Newsies: *Echoing* Now is the time to seize the day.
David: Send out the call and join the fray.
Newsies: Send out the call and join the fray.
David: Wrongs will be righted
If we're united
All: Let us seize the day.
David: Friends of the friendless seize the day.
Newsies: *Echoing* Friends of the friendless seize the day.
David: Raise up the torch and light the way.
Newsies: Raise up the torch and light the way.
All: Proud and defiant we'll slay the giant.
Let us seize the day.
Neighbor to neighbor,
Father to son,
One for all and all for one.
*The newsies spread into two groups and a few attempt to do break dancing in the middle.*
Group 1: Open the gates and seize the day.
Group 2: *Echoing* Open the gates and seize the day.
Group 1: Don't be afraid and don't delay.
Group 2: Don't be afraid and don't delay.
All: Nothing can break us,
No one can make us
Give our rights away.
Neighbor to neighbor,
Father to son
One for all and all for one.
*The Newsies all come together and do some sort of pose thingie, and the audience claps and cheers. The word "Encore" comes from all over the studio audience. Kennyon looks at her watch.*
Kennyon: That took up five whole minutes of air time! *Screaming* DAVID JACOBS!
David: *Out of breath* What?
Kennyon: Do you remember the little talk we had early about you coming out with the newsies, interrupting MY show, and singing and dancing?
David: No, maybe you could recap my memory?
Kennyon: DON'T DO IT!
David: Oh come on, you know you love it!
Kennyon: Well, maybe just a little. Fine, I'll let you off this time. But don't do it again.
*David walks off and Lily enters from the back licking ice cream, she looks at the newsies in red robes now leaving the stage*
Lily: Oh no, did they sing without me.
Kennyon: You didn't miss much.
Lily: Yes I did. Dang! Why doesn't Anyone tell me when these things happen?
Kennyon: Because anyone is busy doing Spot Conlon's makeup for the show.
Anyone: I'm almost done! Sorry I didn't tell you Lily!
Lily: Oh no biggie, I'll just watch it later on my hidden camera.
Kennyon: What hidden camera?
Lily: What, who said hidden camera? I didn't say hidden camera. Um. . . . I'm gunna go see what Timmy's doing.
*Lily runs off stage and the sweat from the previous musical number is cleaned off the stage.*
Kennyon: *addressing the audience* See that's what I mean when I say that we'll have problems.
Same person from earlier that I STILL don't know the name of: I understand now!
Kennyon: Good, I'm glad. Well everybody, we have taken up too much time with pointless antics. But I'm sorry I have one more for you.
*The audience groans and a scary, nerdy guy with glasses stands up.*
Scary, nerdy Guy: Ants? Tics? AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! I can't stay, I'm allergic to bugs.
*The scary nerdy guy runs out of the studio with the audience watching. Kennyon scratches her head in confusion before moving on*
Kennyon: Any way. We have had more then one girl volunteer to be the drama queens for our cute little newsie heroes.
*Spot and Race enter the stage.*
Race: Hey Spot did you hear that!
Spot: Yeah I know it's great!
Race: She called us heroes!
*Race does a super man pose by thrusting out his chest and putting his fists on his waist.*
Spot: Um. . . Race? Didn't you hear the part about the girls?
*Race continues to stare off into space, dreaming about flying.*
Spot: Race? Race?
Kennyon: That's not how you get him out of it, here watch a pro.
*Kennyon approaches Race stands in front of him and screams*
Kennyon: RACE THE HORSE YOU BET ON WON FIRST PLACE! YOU'RE RICH!
*Race continues to stare into space, he's still in that superman pose*
Spot: A pro, are you?
*Kennyon scratches her head again*
Kennyon: It usually works! I think now would be a good time to go to a commercial break!
*Lights on the stage fade while Spot and Kennyon try to figure out how to snap Race out of his trance*