Chapter Three
A Real Looka
Medda walked out on stage and was greeted to whistling, catcalls, and other noises. "Hello newsies!" she yelled so everyone could hear her.
"Hey Medda!" all the boys in the room called at the lady in the middle of the stage.
Medda Larkson was a thin woman. She was getting on in years but did not look older that twenty-five. She had curly red hair that went passed her shoulders and a narrow face. Her eyes were pretty shades of green and she could dance and sing better than any body the new boys had ever met.
"I have something wonderful planned for you this evening, something that everyone in this room will LOVE." Catcalls filled the room again. "Everyone I would like to introduce you all to Vee, known as Rhythm."
A girl walked out on stage at the mention of her name. She looked no older than seventeen. Her dirty blond hair was pinned up neatly into twists at the back of her head. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean, and her lips were a beautiful shade of pink. She was about 5-foot-5 without the black high heels on her feet. Her dress was a light blue color and stopped right below her knees, which showed of a slim pair of legs. Her ears were pierced twice (two holes in each ear) and blue stones were hanging from each hole; only the boys sitting close to the stage noticed this.
Jack and Spot were sitting at a table right in front of the stage. Sitting with them was Mouth, Smalls (Les), Race, Crutchy, Boots, Mush, Blink, Upper Cut, Hook, Eight Ball, Smirk, and Storm. Upper Cut, Hook, Eight Ball, Smirk and Storm were from Brooklyn. Jack was sitting across the table from Spot. He passed Spot five bits; Spot was right, Rhythm was beautiful.
"This will be Rhythm's first and last performance here so listen up, newsies," Medda yelled over the catcalls that had started at the sight of the girl.
The room became silent and then Rhythm spoke for the first time. "Thank youse Medda, and thanks newsies for comin to see me tonoight and I hope all a youse enjoiy da show".
The other dancers came on to the stage and stepped into place, then the music started, the song was I Feel Like A Woman. Everyone on stage started to dance at the sound of the music, and Rhythm started to sing. Her voice enchanted everyone in the room
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Once the night was over and the sun was staring to rise every newsie in the room had fallen in love with Rhythm's voice and body. Smalls had fallen asleep at the table and Mouth was going to carrying him home, but first he wanted to spend time with his friends.
"Dat's da best ting I's ever sauw," said Race.
"Yeah she's great," commented Mouth
"Yeah and she's aulso gout a fabulous body," said Spot
The clock back stage chimed one o'clock.
"Got to get home, see youse later," he said while picking up his sleeping brother's body. He walked out of the club and started home.
Jack was still sitting in his chair, he was deep in thought about the girl he had just seen perform. "Hello, hello anyone home in that hollow head of youse, we's leavin?' asked Spot as he snapped his fingers in front of Jack's face.
"Ya I's coming," said Jack running out the door and saying a quick goodbye to Medda.
Jack was lying in his bed and staring at the ceiling, he would never forget that night.
`How could this be' thought Jack, `he hadn't thought about another girl since Sarah. It was just something about the way Rhythm moved her body and sang on that stage that spellbound him.' As he was thinking he fell into a trouble-free sleep; he hadn't done this in two weeks.
A Real Looka
Medda walked out on stage and was greeted to whistling, catcalls, and other noises. "Hello newsies!" she yelled so everyone could hear her.
"Hey Medda!" all the boys in the room called at the lady in the middle of the stage.
Medda Larkson was a thin woman. She was getting on in years but did not look older that twenty-five. She had curly red hair that went passed her shoulders and a narrow face. Her eyes were pretty shades of green and she could dance and sing better than any body the new boys had ever met.
"I have something wonderful planned for you this evening, something that everyone in this room will LOVE." Catcalls filled the room again. "Everyone I would like to introduce you all to Vee, known as Rhythm."
A girl walked out on stage at the mention of her name. She looked no older than seventeen. Her dirty blond hair was pinned up neatly into twists at the back of her head. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean, and her lips were a beautiful shade of pink. She was about 5-foot-5 without the black high heels on her feet. Her dress was a light blue color and stopped right below her knees, which showed of a slim pair of legs. Her ears were pierced twice (two holes in each ear) and blue stones were hanging from each hole; only the boys sitting close to the stage noticed this.
Jack and Spot were sitting at a table right in front of the stage. Sitting with them was Mouth, Smalls (Les), Race, Crutchy, Boots, Mush, Blink, Upper Cut, Hook, Eight Ball, Smirk, and Storm. Upper Cut, Hook, Eight Ball, Smirk and Storm were from Brooklyn. Jack was sitting across the table from Spot. He passed Spot five bits; Spot was right, Rhythm was beautiful.
"This will be Rhythm's first and last performance here so listen up, newsies," Medda yelled over the catcalls that had started at the sight of the girl.
The room became silent and then Rhythm spoke for the first time. "Thank youse Medda, and thanks newsies for comin to see me tonoight and I hope all a youse enjoiy da show".
The other dancers came on to the stage and stepped into place, then the music started, the song was I Feel Like A Woman. Everyone on stage started to dance at the sound of the music, and Rhythm started to sing. Her voice enchanted everyone in the room
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Once the night was over and the sun was staring to rise every newsie in the room had fallen in love with Rhythm's voice and body. Smalls had fallen asleep at the table and Mouth was going to carrying him home, but first he wanted to spend time with his friends.
"Dat's da best ting I's ever sauw," said Race.
"Yeah she's great," commented Mouth
"Yeah and she's aulso gout a fabulous body," said Spot
The clock back stage chimed one o'clock.
"Got to get home, see youse later," he said while picking up his sleeping brother's body. He walked out of the club and started home.
Jack was still sitting in his chair, he was deep in thought about the girl he had just seen perform. "Hello, hello anyone home in that hollow head of youse, we's leavin?' asked Spot as he snapped his fingers in front of Jack's face.
"Ya I's coming," said Jack running out the door and saying a quick goodbye to Medda.
Jack was lying in his bed and staring at the ceiling, he would never forget that night.
`How could this be' thought Jack, `he hadn't thought about another girl since Sarah. It was just something about the way Rhythm moved her body and sang on that stage that spellbound him.' As he was thinking he fell into a trouble-free sleep; he hadn't done this in two weeks.