I don't own Newsies or anything like that. I own Jess/Rose, she's cool I guess.She does have two awesomeeee names, right?

Uhhhh Only One by Yellowcard is in this Chapter. Yeahhhhhh.

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"Rose, come on! You have to rehearse, remember you're working tonight." Medda knocked and opened the door.

"Rose, come on! It's already twelve." Medda shook me hard.

"Ugh go away!" I muttered and rolled over into a pillow.

"No, I will not! You have to rehearse." Medda shook me again. "Do you even have a new song to do?" She asked rolling me back over.

"Actually, I do. Here, take the music to Beth. Now, leave me alone so I can get ready." Medda sighed and walked out of the door muttering something about morning people and getting more sleep.

"Ugh, another day I have to get up and look happy." I said and faked a smile. I got up and picked out a new dress. It was a pale pink, amazing how many dresses I had that were red and pink. I pulled it on and brushed my hair, leaving it straight this time.

"Don't worry, I'm here!" I said and walked out on stage.

"Finally, now come on, you have to rehearse this song. Beth said it's a little complicated, she needs help." I rolled my eyes and walked over.

"Here's what ya do." I played the song out for her and sang. She was having trouble with it. This was going to take a while.


"Now, you saw her a couple of days ago. Here she is again, Rose!" Medda walked off stage as I walked on again.

This time, the lights were better and I was use to the yelling.

"Heya everyone! Tonight I'll be doing a little song that I wrote." I said and moved towards the piano.

"Broken this fragile thing now. and I can't, I can't pick up the pieces. And I've thrown my words all around, but I can't, I can't give you a reason. I feel so broken up, and I give up I just want to tell you so you know. Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you. You are my only one. I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you. You are my only, my only one."

"Jacky-Boy, does she look familiar to you?" Spot asked leaning over towards Jack.

"Yeah she does. You know who she looks like, Je-" Spot stopped him with a glare. Spot sat back in his seat and waited for Natalie to come.
"Made my mistakes, let you down, and I can't, I can't hold on for too long. Ran my whole life in the ground, and I can't, I can't get up when you're gone. And something's breaking up. I feel like giving up. I won't walk out until you know. Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you. You are my only one. I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you do. You are my only, my only one."

'Come on Spot, look up here. You don't need to kiss her right this second. Listen to the song!' I screamed in my head.
"Hey sweetie!" Natalie said coming over and sitting on his lap.

"Hey honey." He said and allowed her to sit on him.

'Come on, stop singing you remind me too much of Jess!' Spot yelled in his head. He leaned up and kissed Natalie.
"Here I go, so dishonestly. Leave a note, for you my only one. And I know you can see right through me. So let me go and you will find someone."

'Spot, listen!'
Spot stood and Natalie fell from him.

"Spot, what's wrong with you?!" Natalie asked him angry.

"Spot, what's a matter?" Jack asked alarmed at his friend's outburst.

"Uh, it's nuttin, I'm sorry hon." He sat back down and stared at the girl on stage. He knew it was Jess.
"Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you. You are my only one. I let go, but there's just no one, no one like you. You are my only, my only one." I finished and walked off stage, depressed. Spot didn't listen to my song at all.

I walked out and went over to the bar. I had to sell drinks even if I didn't feel like it.