Chapter 12

The next day, Angel was busy making preparations for the rally. She had Tripper, one of the Brooklyn Newsies, go around and tell all the other newsies about the rally. Angel was on the second floor bunkroom when she heard someone keep saying "GUALL DAMNITT!" She was almost positive it was Spot, so she went upstairs to investigate. When she walked into Spot's room, he was standing infront of the mirror.

"What's the matter, Spot?"

"Ugh, it's this one piece of hair, it won't stay down!"

"I have a solution."

She went in one of her suitcases and pulled out a green bottle. She squirted the liquid into her hands and rubbed it in his hair.

"Wow, that stuff works!" "What is it?"

"Hair glue, I use it all the time!"

"It comes out, right?"

"Yes it comes out!" "You just have to scrub your hair harder than usual."

"Oh, ok." "So, are ya nervous about tanite?"

"Not at all, you?"

"A little"

"I guess I am a little, too."

Spot laughed and pulled his suspenders over his shoulders.

That night, Irving Hall was PACKED! Newsies from all over New York City came to the rally. But Race, Specs, Dice, Snoody, and Jack all front seats since they were all friends of Angel's and Spot's. It's amazing how one…. Well two voices could have got the attention of all these people! Spot interrupted Angel while she was thinking with a kiss. Then, she turned to him and held his hand.

"Are you ready fer this?"

"Pulitzer may have power in his brain, but we have it in our hearts."

Spot smiled and put his hand on her shoulder as she turned to look out the curtain.

"Now Spot, remember what I told you." "Speak with your heart, not with your mind."

"I will, I promise."

She gave him a hug and walked over to the opening of the curtain. A man then went out to center stage and signaled the crowd to be quiet. He then spoke loudly infront of them.

"New York Cities Newsies, your strike leader, Spot Conlon!"

Spot took in a breath and walked on stage. He shook the man's hand and turned to face the newsies. As he turned, the crowd kept cheering louder and louder. They finally stopped when he put his arm in the air.

"New York Newsies, we are all workers now! Fightin' against our enemies, reaching foah our common goals! Our independence, our dignity, our pride! Let da woild know that our strike is awakening! And that it's heart beats in da humble bodies of Spot Conlon, and his wife, the foist lady of Brooklyn, Angel Conlon!"

The crowd exploded! It was hard to hear anything anymore! Angel then walked on stage. Spot took her hand and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and walked up to where Spot was standing.

"I am only a simple woman, who lives to serve Conlon in his noble crusade to help his people! I was once as you are now, and I promise you this: we will take the riches from our enemies! Only for you, for all of you! And one day, you too will inherit these treasures! When they fire those cannons, when the crowds sing of glory, it is not just for Conlon, but for all of us! FOR ALL OF US!!!! Have I said too much, there's nothing more I can think of to say to you. But all you have to do…. Is look at me to know…. That every word is true!!!!

Once again, the crowd roared. This time, they stood up and cheered. Angel walked over to Spot and put her arm around his waist. He did the same and kissed her on the forehead.

Angel leaned over to Spot and said, "You did it!"

He smiled and said, "No, we did it!"