Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies. I own Knots. Sparks is owned by Sparks and Milkshake is owned by C.M Higgins.
Cheers of "We love you Medda.", "You're an Angel Medda." And "Sing to me Medda." Were heard throughout Irving Hall. Newsies from near and far had come to see the lovely Ms. Larkson perform. The rumor of the low priced performance had spread like wild fire, and the theater was packed.
At a table in the front sat: Jack, Knots, Milkshake, Racetrack, Sparks, Spot, Curly and Splash. The rest of the Manhattan Newsies sat at tables close by. Some of the boys had brought dates to the show; others just said that they had a date with Medda.
Everyone sang along as Medda belted out a musical number. When the song was over, the theater erupted with applause.
" Carrying the Banner." Medda yelled.
The Newsies responded instantly with loud cheers.
" Now, settle down, settle down." Medda shushed the boys.
" Ya tell em Medda!" Blink yelled.
Medda laughed and blew a kiss to Blink.
" Now, Newsies, as you know this show is a special fundraiser for two very special children, Splash and Curly. Your entry fee's will be used to pay for train tickets for them so that they can get away from an unhealthy lifestyle. We all appreciate your kindness, and if you wish to donate more, just see Toby the candy butcher, who is walking around."
A chatter was heard among the Newsies as they tried to figure out what Medda had meant by an "Unhealthy Lifestyle."
" Now, seeing as Curly and Splash are here tonight." Medda said pointing her hand towards their table. "I thought it would be lovely if they would come onstange and sing a song with me."
The room roared with cheers.
Curly and Splash's eyes were wide with nerves. They didn't know what Medda was going to have them sing, and they sure didn't want to go up onstage infront of every Newsie in New York.
When they didn't move from their seats Medda said, "C'mon lovely's."
Curly and Splash still wouldn't budge. The Newsies started laughing.
Medda walked down to their table and took their hands. The two terrified children followed her onstage.
" Now my dears, do you know a little song called, High Times, Hard Times?"
Curly and Splash nodded their heads, and the piano music began.
At first the two kids had no clue what they were doing, but by the second time the chorus came around, they owned the stage.
The song ended and the Newsies gave a standing ovation. Medda escorted Curly and Splash back to their seats, and the show continued.
" Hey Jack." Spot said hoarsely to him.
" Yea Spot?"
" Can I crash at the Hattan Lodging House tonight? I kinda wanna spend some time with Sparks, and I wont feel like walking home later."
"Sure Spot." Jack said grinning. He knew that Spot was head over heels for Sparks, he had only been staring at her all night long.
" It's just enough." Milkshake said.
Her, Racetrack, Knots, Jack, Spot and Sparks were sitting in a bunkroom in the lodging house counting the money from the night's fundraiser.
Most of the other Newsies had gone to bed, and Curly and Splash had been in dream land for a while.
" So." Jack said. "All we gotta do is go buy the train ticket. Sparks, are you sure it's gonna be ok with your Aunt if they stay with her?"
Sparks nodded.
" I'm gonna send out a letter tomorrow just to make sure. The next train for Connecticut isn't going to be setting out for a couple of weeks, so it should be enough time to get it there."
" You know, I hadn't really thought about it until now." Knots said. "But I'm really gonna miss having Curly and Splash around."
The room fell silent.
"We all are doll." Jack said putting his arm around Knots.
" Hey, lets not get down." Racetrack said. "Whaddya say we play a game of Poker?"
" Sure deal me in." Milkshake said.
"Me too." Knots said.
" I'm game." Jack said getting more comfortable.
" Sparks? Spot?" Racetrack said shuffling cards.
" Nah. Not tonight." Sparks said. She went out the window, and onto the roof.
" Spot?" Racetrack looked at him.
Spot looked around the room.
" I think I'm gonna go get some air." Spot went out the window and joined Sparks on the roof.
Sparks was sitting on the roof, holding her knees up against her chest, looking out at the twinkling lights of the city.
" Heya Sparks." Spot said sitting down next to her.
" Whaddya want Conlon?" Sparks said calmy.
" Ise just wanted to keep you company." Spot kept his temper.
"Well, for once youse were thinking about someone else eh Conlon?" She turned and faced him.
Spot was silent.
" I mean... thanks Spot."
" You really did look nice tonight Sparks; and not just compared to before. Ise think you look pretty all the time."
Sparks blushed a little.
" Spot, I know it may seem like it, but Ise don't hate ya."
" I kinda figured that." Spot smirked.
" And how is that."
" Because no goil can hate me."
" Spot!"
Sparks went to slap Spot, but as she did Spot grabbed her hand.
He held it looking at her, and then with his other hand he reached up and touched her cheek.
Sparks gazed into his blue eyes, and before she knew it, he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips.
Time had stopped for the two under the stars.
End of ch.37! I hope you liked it! I didn't really know how to do the fundraiser, so I totally understand if you didn't like that part! Anyway, the next chapter should be up soon! To my reviewers!
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--Knots