Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies,but I own everybody else except Connie and
Lindi (they own themselves.)
A/N: Sorry for not updating recently . My school had a concert,and we only had about 5 weeks to get ready for it. I might not update for awhile after this chapter because our Bible Quiz team is going to a tournament next month. But after that I hope to post more regularly.
Shoutouts:
Manders: I don't know .maybe .we'll have to discuss that in choir or something.
Lindi: Now you have to update * evil laugh * and t'anks fer typing 'dis up fer me ;)
Irish Rain:Glad you like it
Nina: thanks
Chapter 4: More Newsies
"I can't wait 'til Spot and that other guy come and get us!" Connie exclaimed happily.
"The other guy's name is Racetrack." Anne stated matter-of-factly, pretending as if she really didn't care, but inside she was nervous about going to the get-together and meeting all of Spot and Race's friends.
"Don't you dare tell me you don't care!" Connie said teasingly, "If I know you, which I do, you're already head-over-heels for that Racetrack guy!" She predicted with smirk.
"But I'm not!" Anne said blushing brightly. "I don't really like him, like him." She said quietly,hoping connie hadn't heard.
"Aha! I told you!" Connie exclaimed triumphantly. " I knew it. Your denial proves it!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Woah, settle down, Race! I knows youse are looking forward ta playin' pokah wit' Spot and da otha's, but that don't give youse a reason ta wear a hole in dafloor." Jack said noting the anxious look on his friend's face.
"I'se not worried 'bout da pokah game, but about da goils me an' Spot invited to da game." Race said lookingat his watch for about the thousandth time.
"Hey, fellas, guess what!?" Jack exclaimed grinning widely, " Racetrack's noivous 'bout a goil."
"No! It's 'cause dese aren't your normal goils youse ask to a newsie pokah night." Racetrack exclaimed ducking from a wayward shoe aimed for Skittery's head. "Watch where youse t'row t'ings!"
"Race, I'se still can't pictah youse noivous 'bout a goil,it's not like you asked dem on a date or somthin'." Jack said trying to calm Racetrack down.
"No, but the way Spot asked them it sounded kinda like it would be a date." Race interjected dolefully.
"Youses a lost cause." Jack said giving up.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Anne, hurry up or else we'll be late!" Connie exclaimed impatiently.
"Hold your horses!" Anne said, pulling on her jacket. "The guys'll wait for us."
"I wouldn't be too sure. I mean, Spot is the leader of the Brooklyn newsies which would keep him awfully busy," Connie said mostly to herself.
"Knock, Knock! Anybody home?" Anne teased snapping her friend back to reality.
"Oh, shush. Let's go," Connie said with a grin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hey, Race, will youse hurry up so da goiles don't hafta wait long!" Spot called through the door at the bunkroom where Race was anxiously pacing.
"Wow, Spot! Why you'se so dressed up?" Blink questioned, noting Spot's not- so-ratty-looking clothes. "It's just us comin ovah."
"It's cause we'se is so glad you'se is coming for da games," Spot said sarcastically. "Actually we'se invited two goils ta come." He explained it all as Racetrack came flying out of the house.
"Finally, Iwas about to send in a search party ta find you! Let's go 'fore da goils tik we'se left 'em."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"There they are!See? I told you we wouldn't be late!" Anne said in that incredibly annoying I- told-you-so voice.
"Whatever," Connie replied when the boys approached.
"Hey, you goils ready?" Spot asked. When they nodded, he said, "Let's go then da Manhattan guys must be at da Lodgin' House 'bout now."
There was a long nervous silence as the four of them walked. Racetrack hated it being quiet for so long so finally he asked, "So how old are you'se?"
"I'm 16," Connie said, happy for the break in the silence.
"I'm turning 16 in September," Anne said wistfully.
"How old are you?" Connie inquired.
"We'se is both 17," Spot answered.
"So how many people will be at this get together thing?" Anne asked curiously.
"Ummmm, well, lemme think," Spot said, silently counting all of his newsies and the ones that he knew Jack was taking. "60, more or less. Whadda ya tink, Race?"
"Um, mebbe more. I'se not sure how many of da Manhattan newsies is comin',"Racetrack replied thoughtfully.
"Wow," the two girls said simultaneously, causing all four of them to crack up laughing.
After a few more minutes, Spot said, "Well, here we are! Da Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House."
The building that stood before them appeared as if it had been there forever. The words on the sign were faded and a letter or two were missing.
"Well, stop yer gawking! Let's go inside!" said the ever impatient Spot Conlon as he headed toward the door of the lodging house.
Racetrack started to follow him but hesitated when the girls did not move. "Hey, you'se gonna come inside or just wait 'til ya get a cold?"
Startled, the two girls followed Spot into the lodging house with race following closely behind them. Upon entering the lodging house, they were assauleted by a cacophany of voices, which slowly quieted when one by one the newsies noticed Spot and his companions. The girls were aware of several newsies whispering to each other trying to figure out who the girls were and why spot brought them there.
"'Ey, fellas!" Spot shouted. "I'se like youse ta meet two genuine ladies, Connie and Anne."
"Are dey newsies?" Snipeshooter asked suspiciously.
Before Spot could answer, his sister Lindi spoke up, feeling the tension beginning to build inside her brother. "Hi, I'se Lindi, Spot's sister," holding out her hand. "Would you like me ta introduce youse ta everyone?"
After looking at Anne for approval, Connie answered for the both of them, "We'd love it, if you'd be so kind."
"My pleasure," Lindi smiled as she lead the girls to a small cluster of guys talking with Racetrack. "Well, i s'pose you'se already know Race, considering he walked in wit ya. Dis is my boyfriend Mush, Kid Blink, David, Crutchy, Snoddy, and Jack, da leadah of da Manhattan newsboys." Each guy in turn nodded when they were introduced then went back to asking Race if he were going to start the get togeter with his usual tap dance while playing the harmonica.
"Look fellas, I left my harmonica at the Lodging House so i can't exactly do that."
"WHAT?!?! How could you possibly forget da harmonica at da lodging house?" Snoddy asked with an incredulous look on his face. "It's a tradition!"
"Yeah, I'se know, but i had some other tings on my mind," Racetrack said, looking at the girls, but more pointedly at Anne, causing her to blush.
Suddenly, Anne came up with an idea but before telling the newsies about it, she asked Connie what she thought about it. "Hey, Connie. Why don't we sing for them so they can still have their tradition?"
"Uh, sure why not? As long as we know the song or songs they ask us to sing," Connie said, warming up to the idea.
"Umm, i have an idea," Anne said timidly.
"An idea 'bout what?" Racetrack asked.
"Um, well, we could sing for you as long as we know the words," Anne said slighly embarrassed to be the center of attention.
"Ya know, that's a great idea," Jack said, thinking aloud. "Do you'se think dat you cuold learn a song dat we'se made up during da strike? It's really easy," Jack added reassuringly.
"I suppose we could," Connie said, not exactly thrilled at the idea of learning a new song.
"We'se decided ta name it Seize the Day," Jack said excitedly before starting to teach them the song.
After a few minutes, the girls finally got the tune, one of the newsies handed them a handwritten copy of the song. Once they had the words, they could sing it without the help of Jack and Racetrack.
All of a sudden, Jack remembered that his girlfriend, Keys, could play the piano. "Hey, Spot! Do you have a piano anywhere?"
"Yeah, we do,"Spot said looking at Jack skeptically.
"Good." Jack said turning to look for Keys. Once he saw her, he asked ever so sweetly, "Keys, would ya bee so kind as ta play da piano for dese lovely goils?"
"I'se s'pose I could," Keys said with a sly smile. "What song?"
"Seize da day!"
"Oh, sure i'se can play dat," Keys said confidently.
Once they were ready, Spot yelled above the din, "Shut yer flytraps! We'se gonna have a special numbah by Race, Keys, Connie, and Anne!"After Race was done, all of the newsies wanted the girls to sing some more.
"What do you want us to sing?" Connie said, slightly embarrassed because of all the praise the newsies were giving to her and Anne.
"Sing anyting!" Skittery yelled out.
"Ummm... Ok." Anne said nervously.
The newsies made the girls sing for about an hour more before giving them a break.
A/N: Sorry for not updating recently . My school had a concert,and we only had about 5 weeks to get ready for it. I might not update for awhile after this chapter because our Bible Quiz team is going to a tournament next month. But after that I hope to post more regularly.
Shoutouts:
Manders: I don't know .maybe .we'll have to discuss that in choir or something.
Lindi: Now you have to update * evil laugh * and t'anks fer typing 'dis up fer me ;)
Irish Rain:Glad you like it
Nina: thanks
Chapter 4: More Newsies
"I can't wait 'til Spot and that other guy come and get us!" Connie exclaimed happily.
"The other guy's name is Racetrack." Anne stated matter-of-factly, pretending as if she really didn't care, but inside she was nervous about going to the get-together and meeting all of Spot and Race's friends.
"Don't you dare tell me you don't care!" Connie said teasingly, "If I know you, which I do, you're already head-over-heels for that Racetrack guy!" She predicted with smirk.
"But I'm not!" Anne said blushing brightly. "I don't really like him, like him." She said quietly,hoping connie hadn't heard.
"Aha! I told you!" Connie exclaimed triumphantly. " I knew it. Your denial proves it!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Woah, settle down, Race! I knows youse are looking forward ta playin' pokah wit' Spot and da otha's, but that don't give youse a reason ta wear a hole in dafloor." Jack said noting the anxious look on his friend's face.
"I'se not worried 'bout da pokah game, but about da goils me an' Spot invited to da game." Race said lookingat his watch for about the thousandth time.
"Hey, fellas, guess what!?" Jack exclaimed grinning widely, " Racetrack's noivous 'bout a goil."
"No! It's 'cause dese aren't your normal goils youse ask to a newsie pokah night." Racetrack exclaimed ducking from a wayward shoe aimed for Skittery's head. "Watch where youse t'row t'ings!"
"Race, I'se still can't pictah youse noivous 'bout a goil,it's not like you asked dem on a date or somthin'." Jack said trying to calm Racetrack down.
"No, but the way Spot asked them it sounded kinda like it would be a date." Race interjected dolefully.
"Youses a lost cause." Jack said giving up.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Anne, hurry up or else we'll be late!" Connie exclaimed impatiently.
"Hold your horses!" Anne said, pulling on her jacket. "The guys'll wait for us."
"I wouldn't be too sure. I mean, Spot is the leader of the Brooklyn newsies which would keep him awfully busy," Connie said mostly to herself.
"Knock, Knock! Anybody home?" Anne teased snapping her friend back to reality.
"Oh, shush. Let's go," Connie said with a grin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hey, Race, will youse hurry up so da goiles don't hafta wait long!" Spot called through the door at the bunkroom where Race was anxiously pacing.
"Wow, Spot! Why you'se so dressed up?" Blink questioned, noting Spot's not- so-ratty-looking clothes. "It's just us comin ovah."
"It's cause we'se is so glad you'se is coming for da games," Spot said sarcastically. "Actually we'se invited two goils ta come." He explained it all as Racetrack came flying out of the house.
"Finally, Iwas about to send in a search party ta find you! Let's go 'fore da goils tik we'se left 'em."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"There they are!See? I told you we wouldn't be late!" Anne said in that incredibly annoying I- told-you-so voice.
"Whatever," Connie replied when the boys approached.
"Hey, you goils ready?" Spot asked. When they nodded, he said, "Let's go then da Manhattan guys must be at da Lodgin' House 'bout now."
There was a long nervous silence as the four of them walked. Racetrack hated it being quiet for so long so finally he asked, "So how old are you'se?"
"I'm 16," Connie said, happy for the break in the silence.
"I'm turning 16 in September," Anne said wistfully.
"How old are you?" Connie inquired.
"We'se is both 17," Spot answered.
"So how many people will be at this get together thing?" Anne asked curiously.
"Ummmm, well, lemme think," Spot said, silently counting all of his newsies and the ones that he knew Jack was taking. "60, more or less. Whadda ya tink, Race?"
"Um, mebbe more. I'se not sure how many of da Manhattan newsies is comin',"Racetrack replied thoughtfully.
"Wow," the two girls said simultaneously, causing all four of them to crack up laughing.
After a few more minutes, Spot said, "Well, here we are! Da Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House."
The building that stood before them appeared as if it had been there forever. The words on the sign were faded and a letter or two were missing.
"Well, stop yer gawking! Let's go inside!" said the ever impatient Spot Conlon as he headed toward the door of the lodging house.
Racetrack started to follow him but hesitated when the girls did not move. "Hey, you'se gonna come inside or just wait 'til ya get a cold?"
Startled, the two girls followed Spot into the lodging house with race following closely behind them. Upon entering the lodging house, they were assauleted by a cacophany of voices, which slowly quieted when one by one the newsies noticed Spot and his companions. The girls were aware of several newsies whispering to each other trying to figure out who the girls were and why spot brought them there.
"'Ey, fellas!" Spot shouted. "I'se like youse ta meet two genuine ladies, Connie and Anne."
"Are dey newsies?" Snipeshooter asked suspiciously.
Before Spot could answer, his sister Lindi spoke up, feeling the tension beginning to build inside her brother. "Hi, I'se Lindi, Spot's sister," holding out her hand. "Would you like me ta introduce youse ta everyone?"
After looking at Anne for approval, Connie answered for the both of them, "We'd love it, if you'd be so kind."
"My pleasure," Lindi smiled as she lead the girls to a small cluster of guys talking with Racetrack. "Well, i s'pose you'se already know Race, considering he walked in wit ya. Dis is my boyfriend Mush, Kid Blink, David, Crutchy, Snoddy, and Jack, da leadah of da Manhattan newsboys." Each guy in turn nodded when they were introduced then went back to asking Race if he were going to start the get togeter with his usual tap dance while playing the harmonica.
"Look fellas, I left my harmonica at the Lodging House so i can't exactly do that."
"WHAT?!?! How could you possibly forget da harmonica at da lodging house?" Snoddy asked with an incredulous look on his face. "It's a tradition!"
"Yeah, I'se know, but i had some other tings on my mind," Racetrack said, looking at the girls, but more pointedly at Anne, causing her to blush.
Suddenly, Anne came up with an idea but before telling the newsies about it, she asked Connie what she thought about it. "Hey, Connie. Why don't we sing for them so they can still have their tradition?"
"Uh, sure why not? As long as we know the song or songs they ask us to sing," Connie said, warming up to the idea.
"Umm, i have an idea," Anne said timidly.
"An idea 'bout what?" Racetrack asked.
"Um, well, we could sing for you as long as we know the words," Anne said slighly embarrassed to be the center of attention.
"Ya know, that's a great idea," Jack said, thinking aloud. "Do you'se think dat you cuold learn a song dat we'se made up during da strike? It's really easy," Jack added reassuringly.
"I suppose we could," Connie said, not exactly thrilled at the idea of learning a new song.
"We'se decided ta name it Seize the Day," Jack said excitedly before starting to teach them the song.
After a few minutes, the girls finally got the tune, one of the newsies handed them a handwritten copy of the song. Once they had the words, they could sing it without the help of Jack and Racetrack.
All of a sudden, Jack remembered that his girlfriend, Keys, could play the piano. "Hey, Spot! Do you have a piano anywhere?"
"Yeah, we do,"Spot said looking at Jack skeptically.
"Good." Jack said turning to look for Keys. Once he saw her, he asked ever so sweetly, "Keys, would ya bee so kind as ta play da piano for dese lovely goils?"
"I'se s'pose I could," Keys said with a sly smile. "What song?"
"Seize da day!"
"Oh, sure i'se can play dat," Keys said confidently.
Once they were ready, Spot yelled above the din, "Shut yer flytraps! We'se gonna have a special numbah by Race, Keys, Connie, and Anne!"After Race was done, all of the newsies wanted the girls to sing some more.
"What do you want us to sing?" Connie said, slightly embarrassed because of all the praise the newsies were giving to her and Anne.
"Sing anyting!" Skittery yelled out.
"Ummm... Ok." Anne said nervously.
The newsies made the girls sing for about an hour more before giving them a break.