I don't own any characters that appear in the movie Newsies,Disney© does.Ira Levin owns the basic plot line. I own Anna Meyers and Caitlin Meyers. Dakki owns Tessie Jacobs.

In case you ever get confused: Anthony 'Race' Higgins, James 'Kid Blink' Kenny, Joseph 'Specs' Wiseman, Andrew 'Bumlets' Osorio, Liam 'Spot' Conlon.

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"ANNA!" Sean Meyers yelled from the car. His wife was trying to delay leaving for Manhattan as long as possible. She had left packing the things in their apartment until last minute and today she had decided to take as long as possible collecting her last few belongings and leaving their neighborhood.

"What are ya screaming for?" she asked out the window of their apartment. Twenty-five floors down she could see her husband waiting impatiently outside of the car. Her daughter, Caitlin, was spinning around in a circle on the sidewalk.

"C'mon! We have to make good time," he yelled back.

"Sean we're going to Manhattan, not cross-country," she replied back.

She finally reached the street and stopped Caitlin's spinning. Sean started the car and to Anna's dismay they drove away from the apartment and neighborhood she loved so much. Sure New Jersey wasn't the greatest place on earth, but the people there were her friends.

Who knew what kind of people would be in this exclusive Duane Street Complex.

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Three Months Earlier

When Sean Meyers had arrived at the Duane Street Complex in search of a place to live he got a welcoming committee instead. The "Duane Street Men's Club" had met him in the lobby, claiming that he was always welcome to their society. While Sean thought that such sudden friendliness was peculiar, he did appreciate people accepting him. After getting a tour of a vacant apartment form the real estate agent and a very prying and nerve wracking interview, he met his new friends in the lobby again. All seemed extremely nice, and normal. In New Jersey it seemed as though everyone was a nutcase, but here in the heart of the city, Sean had found good people.

David Jacobs, vice president of the club, was the friendliest. David was a well dressed man with a mop of curly hair on top of his head. Sean looked scruffy in comparison, but David didn't seem to notice. He kindly invited the newcomer into his apartment to meet his wife and to show him his apartment. Sean thought this weird, seeing as he already seen an apartment but that one was empty. Maybe Mr. Jacobs wanted to show how a Duane Street luxury apartment looked fully furnished.

Fully furnished was an understatement. The room Sean entered could only be described as flawless. Not one speck of dirt could be seen and everything seemed perfectly aligned in symmetry. There were no dishes in the sink, no hand prints on the windows. Just a woman systematically doing aerobics as Jane Fonda counted to ten in cheery voice and gave words of encouragement.

Sean was mesmerized; she had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Apart from Anna of course, but Anna was not exactly in Sean's thoughts. The only thing he could think about was her beautifully long legs as they gracefully did the choreographed movements. Her long hair was bouncing in rhythm to the counts, its blonde hues catching the sun.

"This is my wife, Tessie Jacobs," David said as he put his hand on her shoulder, promptly stopping her exercise. "Tessie, this is Sean Meyers, he is considering coming to Duane Street."

"Oh how lovely! Would you like a refreshment?" Sean was astonished by her need to serve.

"No thank you, I can't stay long," Sean politely replied. She nodded and then looked at David. It seemed like she was searching for approval from him. He nodded and she went right into her routine.

David took Sean on a quick tour of the Jacob's apartment. Sean noticed that every room was perfectly clean.

"How do you keep this place so clean?" he asked.

"Tessie loves to clean. All the wives here do," David replied.

"Really? I don't think Anna will like that too much," Sean said lightly. He couldn't imagine Anna, or anyone for that matter, loving to clean.

"You know it's very difficult to be accepted to live here," David said seriously. "Most people would do anything to live here at Duane Street."

"Yes, I guessed that. My interview with Mr. Snyder was…intense," Sean thought back to the old mans demanding voice and almost shuddered.

"Well we don't want any street rats here. We're just very…old fashioned here at Duane Street."

"Old fashioned?"

"Well, we men work. Our wives stay home. You know cook and clean. We like to do things the right way. The woman doing the housework, the way it should be," Sean couldn't believe what David was saying. It was 1975 and he was talking as though it was still the 1950's.

"Well Anna has a career, she's a photographer," Sean said in defense.

"Oh well that's great! We don't mind women who work. It's a free country. My sister, Jack's wife, used to work. She decided to stay home with my nephews," David responded.

"What made her decide to stay home?" Sean asked. David said nothing and walked out of the room. In the hallway Sean could have sworn that he heard him say: "You'll find out" but he decided that he was probably hearing things.

David held the door open and let Sean out. "Goodbye Sean, it was a pleasure meeting you!"

"Goodbye David, bye Mrs. Jacobs," he called out to Tessie, who was still doing her workout. She didn't respond, and Sean assumed that she hadn't heard him. He waved goodbye again and walked into the hallway, headed for the elevator. Inside the apartment David stopped Jane Fonda.

"Tessie, you keep on not responding, what's wrong with you?" David asked.

"Nothing, everything's always perfect!" she responded enthusiastically.

"Great…now I have to take you to Joe…I can't have you malfunctioning in front of strangers again," David picked his wife up and headed for the door.

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Klover

Song Birdy

Buttons

Ink

Erin

Trolley

Milkshake

Granny

Dakki-you gave the best ideas! I don't think Jane had exercise tapes in the 70's but verisimilitude is no fun anyway.

Shot Hunter

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Morning Dew

I won't be able to use you all…sorry. There are just not enough parts. You'll all be mentioned though.

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