Disclaimer: No, I
don't own Newsies…Yet. Mwah ha ha ha ha.
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See Spot Run
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Madison Square
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Prologue
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"I gotta—gotta—gotta get away!"—Jimi Hendrix
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One day, I will be famous
because I am producing a movie called "See Spot Run."
The first thing you will see is the soles of running shoes flapping onto a red track. Captions will dash across the track; credits will float in the sodas that the cheering crowd is holding. The spectators wave around cups and hotdogs and those huge foam fingers. The volume of the crowd increases, and you will see a young man with medium length dirty-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and a slight build closing the distance between him and the white tape that marks the finish line. There is no one in front of him. His breathing is even and sweat is glistening on his cheeks and forehead but his face is not red like most faces would be.
Just before he crosses the finish line in victory, the movie cuts to a pair of ragged sneakers whose soles flap like dog ears sitting on concrete steps. Then cut to the inside of a large two story red brick house. In the cherry wood cabinet and stainless steel kitchen, the same boy lingers in front of the stove, occasionally stirring the boiling pot of spaghetti. He is making dinner after his victory, because his father is asleep in a leather armchair in the giant family room.
Let it be known that there is a difference between the actor and the figure on which the character is based that only a few people will recognize. When the actor smiles, it is because he was told to, but when the real Spot grins, his mouth is slightly lopsided, with one corner of his lip slightly higher than the other. And when he grins, his eyes turn from gray blue to new blue; the kind of blue one usually sees on the first day of school on freshly bought jeans. He's not the real thing, but the actor will have to do.
Sometime during the beginning of the movie, the actor-Spot will fight with his father.
"You're supposed to work with me, right?" The father will say. He is a charming-looking man. Large hands, a broad, open face, hair starting to gray at the temples. He would be handsome if not for the constant frown adorning his face.
"That's what you said in the beginning after Mom died," and enraged actor-Spot screams. His eyes are narrowed and there is sweat glistening on his cheeks, but his face is not flushed. It is envious how he never seems to turn red like normal people do. "But now all you do all day is sit around on your ass moping!"
"I will not have that kind of language in my house!" Father's voice is deep and rumbling, like thunder, but it sounds distant, like a storm miles and miles away.
"Whatever. I do all the work around here! I cook, I clean, I get the groceries, I feed the fucking dog. You don't do shit!"
"I do! I do; I work in the mornings and bring home the money for you to do those things." The father is pleading now; his eyes are begging Spot to understand. He feels tired, so tired. There is nothing for him anywhere.
But Spot is through with understanding.
"That's not the point!" He stomps his feet in frustration.
"Then what is the point? We agreed to work together to get through this, right? We're a team, right? That's how it's supposed to be."
"No!" Spot can't deal with it anymore. The stress, physical and emotional, has finally taken its toll. "No, no, no, no!" He is throwing a tantrum like a little child, he knows, but he doesn't care. "You're supposed to be the father, and I'm supposed to be the son." He storms out the door.
His father sits down in the black leather armchair. This has happened many times before. He'll come back, he thinks, after a day or so. He always does. He'll come back.
Only this time Spot doesn't.
That's how my movie will start but that's not how it really happened. I'm not really sure what really happened, or how, or why.
All I know
is that one day Spot dashed out the door in his dog-eared sneakers and shorts
and a t-shirt and just kept on running.
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End Prologue
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A/N: Should I keep going?
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