Hello, it's me

I've thought about us for a long, long time

Maybe I think too much but something's wrong

There's something here that doesn't last too long

Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine

Locks took a swig of his drink as he sat at a table with a few newsies, his eyes watching the beautiful girl on the stage. Her smile mesmerizing the crowd of rambunctious newsboys and young factory workers just as much as her song. Throwing him a wink, Honor continued her act.

"Locks, you are a lucky man." A newsie slapped him on the back as he passed, admiring the boy's girl. Locks grinned and nodded, knowing the truth when he heard it spoken so clearly. But why? Out of all these adoring fans, why should Honor have to settle on somebody so unworthy as himself? What if she wanted more in this life than a newsie that barely made a dollar a day?

Seeing you

Or seeing anything as much as I do you

I take for granted that you're always there

I take for granted that you just don't care

Sometimes I can't help seeing all the way through

"I love you." Honor whispered in Locks' ear as he held her against his chest, the lights of Irving Hall out and the seats empty. It had been a busy night, but the girl always made time for her fella.

"I love you, too." Locks murmered back, taking in her scent. He then followed her to her dressing room so that she could fix her hair back in her braid and shed the laces and silkies. He watched as he leaned against the wall, seeing how intent she was to go about her business while humming. She was always the same, always the same sweet, innocent girl that he had fell in love with. Didn't she realize that she could have so much more? Maybe she did, but didn't care.

It's important to me that you know you are free

'Cause I never want to make you change for me

"Honah.." Locks began as they started their walk home down the dimly lit street, the warm summer breeze catching them in the moonlight.

"Hmm?" She replied sweetly, her mind probably off somewhere as she linked her fingers in his and waited quietly for him to go on.

"I love ya so much." He smiled at her as they walked, then pulled her to a stop and faced her. "I really do." He assured her as he brushed strands of hair from her eyes and kissed her gently.

"I know you do." Honor assured him right back, wondering what was wrong.

"But, listen…"He paused, "Don't feel like ya evah gotta toin down any fancy offahs ta perform someplace on account a me, okay? You'se free at do whatever ya want. An' if dat means I get left behind, I'm willin' ta be left…so you can have ya dream."

Honor furrowed her brow at him quizzically, then pulled away and began walking again, her fingers still in his. She didn't know how to take that. Was he saying that he wanted out? That he thought she was better off without him? How could he?

Think of me

You know that I'd be with you if I could

I'll come around to see you once in a while

Or if I ever need a reason to smile

And spend the night if you think I should

"Ya'll nevah guess!" Honor ran in, her face glowing with excitement. "Medda said dat I can perform on a real stage, in front of hundreds…thousands of hundreds!" She exclaimed with a huge grin, jumping into Locks' arms as he spun her around.

"Dat's great, Lise!" He shared in her excitement and kissed her deeply. "Wheah ya gonna do it at?"

"Fox Theatre!" Honor announced, already able to see her name flashing in lights. Then, she looked at Locks and her smile slowly faded, "…in…Detroit."

"Wow." Locks nodded, not letting his smile slip. "You'll be amazing, baby. An' jus' wait, dis is only da foist step. You could tour da woild!"

"Locks…" Honor tried to slow his rant, ineffectually.

"An' get ta see all soit's a places like California an' Washington an'…"

"Locks!" Honor stomped her foot, shutting him up immediately.

"What?" He furrowed his brow, a hint of a smile still at his lips.

"I ain't goin." She informed him, "Not if it means leavin' you."

"You gotta go!" Locks demanded, "Dis is ya chance…chance ta make it big. Jus…think a me an' I'll be theah. I love you…I'll nevah stop. I'll always be heah waitin' ta hear from ya…or about ya."

"No, I don't wanna think about ya!" Honor told him in a soft voice, "I don't want any of dat…not widout you. Nothin' means anythin' unless ya by me side…or watchin' me from da crowd."

"I can't let ya walk away from dat opportunity…dis is ya dream, Honah!"

"You're my dream!" She raised her voice above him. He stood in shock for a moment, before taking her into a hug. They would go together or not at all. Nothing was worth separating when they loved each other so much.