Hey all! New story! I have several in mind so it was hard to choose which one to post 1st. Anyway, this story is strongly based on the broadway musical, "Thoroughly Modern Millie." so im disclaiming here and now-i do not own the story line, i do not own the characters (bc i am basing most of mine on ones from the show,) and i do not own the songs-i am inserting the lyrics and usingsome as chapter titles. there. so yes-please try and actually read the lyrics they will help. i did tweek them however bc this play is set in 1922 so some stuff didnt apply(like a subway map-made it a city map for this)...i also suggest listening to the soundtrrack or seeing the show if u can its amazing! ok hope u enjoy!

Chapter 1: Not For The Life Of Me

I studied all the pictures
In magazines and books
I memorized the city map too
It's one block north to Macy's
And 2 to Brother's Brooks
Manhattan, I prepared for you

You certainly are different
From what they have back home
Where nothings over 3 stories high
And no ones in a hurry, or wants to roam
But I do, though they wonder why

They said I would soon be good and lonely
They said I would sing the homesick blues
So I've always got this ticket in my pocket-
A ticket home in my pocket to do with as I choose...

Burn the bridge, bet the store
Baby's comin' home no more
Not for the life of me!
Break the lock, post my bail
Done my time I'm out of jail
Not for the life of me!

A life that's gotta be more than a one-light town where the light is always red!
Gotta be more than an old ghost town where the ghost ain't even dead!
Clap-a-your hands, just-a-because
Don't ya know that where I am ain't where I was-
Not for the life of me!

Madison walked through the streets of Manhattan for the first time, eager and excited. She came from a small town in Kansas, and like many 18 year old girls, she came to New York seeking a life of fame. She could sing and dance-but so could hundreds of other girls. She walked looking for a place to stay, one suitcase in hand. Suddenly, two boys not much younger than she, ran up, stole her bag, some of her jewlery, and her hat.

"Stop! Please! Someone help! They stole my things!" she soon came to find Manhattan hospitality did not run high.

A boy about her age was walking by, so she tripped him slightly to get his attention, "Hey! Whattaya think you're doing?"

"They just stole my bag and-and my hat!"

He laughed slightly, crossing his arms over his chest, "Right off your body huh?"

"I don't see why you're laughing-that was all I had!"

"Let me guess-you're from a small town and you're here seeking adventure and fame here in old New York?"

She looked at him, "Um...well....yes..."

"Where?"

"Kansas."

He let out a laugh and she got defensive, "Oh please! At least I have some common courtousey. Now not only do I have nowhere to stay, but I have no clothes and hardly any money in my pocket!"

He sighed, "Fine-look, there's a place a couple blcoks from here, it's called The Priscilla Hotel-it's a place for young, small town girls like yourself trying to get on the stage. Rents pretty light since they're all broke. Go down this street and hit your fourth left, you'll see it."

"Thank you so much-umm.."

He held out his hand, "Jack Kelly."

Just as she was about to state her name someone called him, "Sorry, gotta run. Good luck..."

"Yea-thanks....Jack Kelly-ha! I practically had to kill the kid to get his attention. Well, at least I'll have a place to stay."

She followed his directions to the hotel and went inside. Several girls, all between 17 and 20 were in the lobby giggling and talking.

"What do we have here? New blood I'm guessing? Where are your things love?" a girl asked.

"They were stolen..."

"O my-thats New York for ya! I'm Chloe. This is Adrianna, Ruth, Alice, Lucille, and Emily-"

"But my stage name is Roxanne!' she said in her high-pitched voice. Chloe and the girls rolled their eyes.

"I'm Madison. Nice to meet you all."

"So I'm guessing you wanna check in?" Chloe asked.

Madison nodded. She liked Chloe already. She was medium height, thin with a definate dancer's body. Her hair was curly and blonde. Chloe stepped over to the front desk and rang the desk bell. She kept ringing it sarcastically every other second until finally Madison could hear someone through the door.

"Alright, alright. Damn girls-what it is Chloe?" she was older, dark hair and slighlty raspy voice.

"Mama-this is Madison-she needs a room."

"Oh, well why didn't you say so! Come child...sorry-I didn't mean to scare you. I keep throwing away that damn bell and it somehow keeps ending up back on my desk..." she eyes the girls before leading Madison up the stairs to her new room.

A/N: ok for those of u who know the original play-im not using the whole white slavery thing so Mama is nice-shes not a bad guy ok? lol reviews por favor..it'll pick up don't worrry! happy new year!