I'm back, ladies! ((pelvic thrust)) Is it not convenient that I'm watching Newsies as I type? Well, not that convenient. But, whatever. I don't know what I'm babbling about, so I'll just shut up now. SHOUT OUTS! (David...undershirt...((faints)))
Elphie: ((jumps up and down with you)) I know it too! ((bells ding)) Congratulations! You got the right answer! ((hands over poster)) Well, if I ask harder questions, then no one will know the answers and I'll be stuck with all these Jack Kelly posters. But I think that was the last one, since I'm almost out of posters. I love The Producers! Wait...you went to London? ((hates you)) No, I could never hate you. You're my Elphie. I know, I know, I'm sorry it was so short. This one is longer! I swear! I was thinking of Joey on Friends when I wrote that bit about Jack grinning. Yes, you are, indeed, a good cast for Helen. Because, in my opinion, Helen is the most obsessive (aside from Ursula) and I think the ways that she reacts to Jack are similar to the ways you would react. Thankies for the review! Hope you enjoy the new chapter!
TheAngryPrincess13: ((bells ding)) Congratulations! You got the right answer! ((hands over poster)) Made you watch it? Dude, tell me you liked it! I adore Rent! Well, it makes no difference...I suppose. Thankies for the review! Hope you enjoy the new chapter!
Pidge: Wow, I feel like...Jaws, or something. You know, "Just when you thought it was safe to read fanfiction again!" Except, in the opposite. Do you get what I'm saying? No, of course you don't. No one really does except me. ((bells ding)) Congratulations! You got the right answer! ((hands over poster)) Oh my God, Wicked was amazing. It made me cry, it was so good. The girl who was supposed to be playing Elphaba was injured (I'm sure you read about it) so we had Kristy Cates instead, but she was still amazing - as good as Idina. A fellow GTAer! ((high fives)) Well, I guess Newmarket is GTA. Yes, actually, I think it is. It's only a half hour to and hour drive from T.O. Like you said, it's closer to the theatre district. I'm sorry it was short, but I'm glad it was good. I took the headaches and nosebleeds line right from the script! There are actually a pretty good amount of theatre companies in my area. The one I'm involved with is doing The Sound of Music (I'm on stage crew), then Oliver! (I'm auditioning), Fiddler on the Roof (going to see it, since I never have), Beauty and the Beast (auditioning) and Cats (SO going to see it, even though I saw it while it was in Toronto). Wow, that really sucks about your school. That's how I felt about my school. We used to have a musical almost every year, but then stupid Mr. Brown came and started this whole lip synch competition and now they say that they're putting all their money into airband and they won't do plays anymore. Thank God I'm out of that hell hole. My high school does 2 or 3 plays/musicals a year. I deleted all my Rent songs on my mp3 player because I got the soundtrack and I added some non-musical songs, but the majority of it is filled with musicals. Oh, I know exactly what you mean about Boq's big moment! I love that part! Actually, it's one of my favourite parts, vocally, in the whole show. Woot! Spreading the gospel! I always get people hooked on musicals. Mostly because I make them listen to the soundtracks. They'll thank me later. Thankies for the review! Hope you enjoy the new chapter!
Dreamless-Mermaid: Hey! Okay, I'm sorry I still haven't reviewed your V-Day thing. But I did read it and I enjoyed it! Well, I kind of have to spell "favourite" and "colour" like I do. That's how I've been taught, since I was little. It's Canadian, and British. We do lots of things the British way, just because we ended on more agreeable terms than the States did. In fact, the queen is on all of our coins. I hate reading those words spelled the American way. It annoys me to no end. The spell check on the computers at school say that I should spell it "color" instead of "colour" and I hate it. ((bells ding)) Congratulations! You got the right answer! ((hands over poster)) I'm so excited for the movie version of Rent. Most of the original cast is in it, except that Rosario Dawson will be playing Mimi and Aaron Lohr is in it! When I told my best friend he was in it, I swear to God, she barely breathed. Also, I may be going to New York City within the next year, so maybe I'll get to see Rent on Broadway! Thankies for the review! Hope you enjoy the new chapter!
XbeLLaViTaX: I watched Newsies for the first time in a million years and I was so happy! And I was singing along, of course, and there was no one with me, so I made comments out loud to myself. Because I can't watch Newsies without making comments. I think my gay friend Tim would like it. He's so cool... My friends laugh because I have a David desktop on my home computer. I wouldn't put it on my computer account at school because they monitor you. Really. At least, that's what they tell me. I'm considering telling my best friend about my fanfiction career, but...then again, no. Because she would seriously, like, hit me. And tell me to get a life. Hey, I laugh when anyone makes fun of Canada, aside from when they say really, really, mean, horrible things and mean it. It doesn't matter to me if you laugh. It's funny! Our money is worthless compared to U.S. dollars! (although not that funny when I actually buy stuff in the States because it costs a lot more) My geography teacher is the most patriotic person I know (and the least sane, but we won't get into that) and he really doesn't like the States, mostly because they won't create a plan for reducing their pollution and greenhouse gas emissions. No offence. ((fits muzzle on Mush)) Well, thank God that whole stupid Rebecca thing is over. That was pissing me off to no end. And, much as I despise Marissa, I do hope that she and Ryan get back together. And Ryan needs to get another archnemesis, like Luke or Oliver. Yeah, maybe Indo-China is some place between India and China... I really don't know, I'm just guessing. Yeah, it was even funnier (the part where Albert and Rosie are making up histories for Conrad) in the play. Mostly because we, the teens, were paying no attention to them. We were all trying to get our hands on Conrad and then, he touched us, and we started freaking out. It was really fun. I got to hold a "So long, Conrad!" sign and I felt like a newsie. I even held it on an angle, like a newsie. "I, Peggy Sue Blanchard, being of sound mind and body..." Napoleon Dynamite ROCKS! Well, maybe you should get yerself learned up on Rent. It rocks hard. It's one of the great classics. Well, no. It's a modern classic. ((thinks with amusement of what she imagined David doing)) Thankies for the review! Hope you enjoy the new chapter!
Oxymoronic Alliteration: (man, I always get a kick out of typing your name) Aw, thank you! Stage crew is exhausting, especially when you do a lot of heavy lifting and hard work for many days in a row and get little to no recognition. No, instead you get yelled at because someone's prop wasn't in place. (I'm a fourteen year old girl! Do I look like I'm the master of all that goes on involving props and set pieces? Further more, do I look like an evil mastermind set out to ruin your performance?) Brownies! ((gobbles)) Phank moo! ((crumbs spray everywhere)) ((shares in teenybopper moment)) ((bells ding)) Congratulations! You got the right answer! ((hands over poster)) Maureen is the only part I could conceivably play. The parts I want to play the most are unattainable. I can't play Angel, because I'm not a man, I can't play Benny, because I'm not a man and I can't play Mimi because I'm not Hispanic and I can't dance. So there you have it. Refer to my profile for more parts I can never play! Thankies for the review! Hope you enjoy the new chapter!
PeliculaJane: Liar! You dropped it! I can't believe it! Well, I can. Writer's block is a bitch. Doesn't it suck when you're really into something and realize it's going nowhere? I once was writing an actual story (not fanfiction) and about seventeen chapters into it, I realized that I hated the main character, hated her love interest and, although I had mapped out the rest of the plot, had no idea how I was going to wrap things up. It's a bitch. ((bells ding)) Congratulations! You got the right answer! ((hands over poster)) Well, I wasn't a Renthead until recently. And, the people at my school are idiots, so very few of them know musicals. Exceptions: a) drama geeks, b) music geeks and c) my gay friend Tim (who has a great love for Rocky in Rocky Horror Picture Show). I've taken it upon myself to educate them, but they're not really responsive. But, then, many people at my school are also stupid. Example: the grade nine English classes were watching The Pianist (amazing movie, but it was pretty disturbing) and, after watching it, one unbelievably stupid girl asked, "So, was the main guy Jewish?" Yeah... Thankies for the review! Hope you enjoy the new chapter!
My author's notes are minimal this time around, since I'm tired and I just want to get this posted. Enjoy, ladies!
Disclaimer: Disney owns Newsies and some folks own Bye Bye Birdie. If you know who it belongs to, please tell me, as I would like to give them credit. Jack's song is "Honestly Sincere" because I'm unoriginal. Yes, it is in Bye Bye Birdie. It belongs to those folks. Try to sue me and I'll sue you.
"Fred, try to get an interview with Jack before the mayor makes his speech! Hurry!"
"Penny, come on, let's get closer!"
"Lee, I can't see! Can I sit on your shoulders?"
"Mother, you can't stay here! The crowd will crush you! I'm taking you home!"
"Shut up and keep pushing that wheel chair!"
The crowd from the train station had slowly trickled into a gathering around City Hall, where the mayor and his wife stood on the front steps, trying to hush the crowd. As Jack appeared at the mayor's side, grinning cockily at the audience, a hush fell over the crowd, waiting for Jack to speak. Unfortunately, they had to wait for the mayor to shut up so Jack could sing.
"And so it is with great pride that I welcome you to our fair city and present you with this fourteen-carat solid gold key so generously donated by the men at the Sweet Apple Brass Works," the mayor droned. The adults applauded politely, while the impatient teenage girls sighed and twirled their hair, batting their eyelashes flirtatiously at Jack. "And as I present this key to you, Jack Kelly-" The crowd ducked and covered their ears as the shrieks of dozens of teenage girls filled the air.
"He said it! He said the name!" Rose cried excitedly over top of the rest of the girls.
"What happened?" the mayor asked confusedly. "All I said was Jack Kelly." He was met by more screams. "Girls, if you don't stop, I can't finish my speech!"
"Who cares about your stupid speech? We want to hear from Jack!" Rose said, shoving through the crowd and darting onto the steps, standing right next to Jack. His gaze turned on her and she almost fainted at the intensity, but persisted, pushing the mayor out of the way to stand in front of the microphone. "Speak to us, oh beautiful one! Tell us how you make that glorious sound that even now, in anticipation of it, has reduced me to a snarling, raging panting jungle beast!" With an animal growl, Rose took her hand off the microphone and gazed up seductively at Jack. Before she could get any closer to him, the mayor made a grab for the back of her shirt and yanked her away, chastising her before sending her back into the crowd. While this happened, Jack stepped before the microphone, gave an acknowledging nod to the crowd and took the microphone out of its stand.
"You gotta be sincere," Jack sang in a low, husky voice. Any talking ceased as the singer's voice blasted through the ancient sound system. "You gotta be sincere." Eyes widened and hearts throbbed. "You gotta feel it here." Jack placed a hand over his heart. "'Cause if you feel it here." His voice slowly crescendoed and the tension among the crowd grew. "Well then you're gonna be honestly sincere." The guitar kicked in and the mayor's wife promptly fainted. The mayor struggled to hold her up as Jack slowly started to gyrate along with the music, thus commencing the screaming. Skylar was the first to lose her composure, breaking into an ear splitting scream, followed closely by Kathleen and Catherine.
"If what you feel is true, really feel it, you make them feel it too (write this down now)! You gotta be sincere! Honestly sincere! Man you gotta be sincere!" Jack belted, dancing his way down the steps of the building and moving into the crowd. As soon as he did so, girls attached themselves to him. Well, those who were left standing; most had already fainted away, piled on top of one another.
"If you're really sincere! If you're really sincere! If you're feelin' it here! Then it's gotta be right!" The girls, including the mayor's wife, began to stir and awake.
"Gladys! What happened to you?" the mayor demanded upon seeing his wife awaken.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mayer, dear. It must have been the heat," she replied dazedly, pulling down her apple-green dress that had ridden up her thigh.
"Oh baby! Oh honey!" Jack shouted, darting between the crowd, escaping the over-attentive fan girls. He could barely be heard over the screams.
"Hug me! Suffer!" Many arms reached out to comply with his request, but he danced around and in between them, making his way back to the stage. The music played without his voice for a few seconds, allowing him a large hip gyrate, followed by a pelvic thrust. The female crowd went absolutely insane, while the men muttered, annoyed with this strange man distracting their wives and girlfriends. Now that Jack Kelly was in town, nothing short of an alien abduction could take Sweet Apple's attention from him.
"Come on, Racetrack, let's get closer!" Colleen whined, tugging Racetrack behind her and moving between people to get to the stage. Racetrack could barely keep a grip on her hand.
"Colleen, there's no point! We'll never get up there!" Racetrack moaned wearily, beginning to doubt what she'd told him only minutes before at the train station. Colleen ignored him and kept on weaving, taking no notice when his hand left hers momentarily.
"In everything I do my sincerity shows through!" Jack spotted a tall blonde girl near the front, screaming non stop with her eyes closed. He grinned to himself. He'd always had a thing for blondes. He side stepped down the stairs, making his way closer and closer to her. She still didn't see him (her eyes were closed), but the girl next to her certainly did: she fainted dead away. The blonde, noticing this disturbance at her side, opened her eyes, only to see Jack standing in front of her. Her scream caught in her throat as Jack bent on his knee, took her arm and stroked the length of it. "I look you in the eye, don't even have to try! It's automatic, I'm sincere!" As his fingertips trailed off her arm, the girl started shaking violently and fainted into the arms of her friends, who had crowded on either side of her to see the action. Jack winked at the cute brunette struggling to hold her up and shook his way to the other side of the crowd.
The girl started to come to, gazing around dazedly. "My God, Dani, you're sooo lucky," her friend moaned. The other was paying no attention, still in a daze from Jack winking at her. "Isn't that right, Alison?" the friend snapped.
"Huh?" Alison snapped her head back to her friends. "Oh, right. I can't believe he touched you, Danielle." Danielle smiled shakily, legs wobbling.
"When I sing about a tree, I really feel that tree!" Jack sang on, ignoring the snickers from the group of boys crowded together by the steps. They seemed fairly intent on hating Jack, glaring at him every time he winked at or touched a girl. Jack didn't care, though. For every one of them, there were at least a dozen girls fawning over him. And, thinking of the upcoming line he was about to sing, he scanned the crowd for another girl to sing to. He set his sights on the red head from the train station - the one he was supposed to kiss. She was near enough to the front that Jack could get to her without being waylaid by a group of crazed fans, but she was holding a boy's hand - never a good sign. Still, this was the chick he was supposed to kiss, so if she had a boyfriend, well, he might as well get used to him now. Jack stepped closer. The people nearby cleared so he had a path to her. The girl froze, her mouth hanging open at the sight of him. He moved closer again, so the only thing that kept them from touching was his microphone.
"When I sing about a girl, I really feel that girl," he sang huskily, leaning closer. The girl, instead of leaning back, moved in closer. Just then, Jack leapt away, putting distance between them. David would kill him if he actually kissed her before he was scheduled to. He saw her faint into her boyfriend's arms out of the corner of his eye, and her boyfriend glaring at Jack before attempting to revive her. "I mean I really feel sincere!"
"If you're really sincere! If you're really sincere! If you're feelin' it here, then it's gotta be right!" Jack broke into the chorus once more, leaping around the City Hall steps like a jumping bean. Things were going all right. His clothes were still intact and remaining on his body. The crowd was responding well, aside from the scowling males on the sides. He hadn't kissed or punched anyone yet. He wasn't making up new, lewd lyrics. He also wasn't drunk, so that helped greatly. David has absolutely nothing to be mad about.
David stood by the sound system, fuming. What was Jack trying to pull with that Colleen girl? He knew that he was supposed to keep his hands off the girls. He knew it. David had only told him a million times. Did he have to tell him a million more times to get it into his head? A warm hand lay on his shoulder and he turned to find Michelle's tired, but smiling, face greeting him. He nodded in casual acknowledgment and turned back to watch Jack's increasingly risque performance. Why was he doing all this hip thrusting? David told him a million times that if he kept that up, he'd never get on the Sullivan Show...
Michelle sighed in annoyance and went off to find a seat away from the crowd.
"Oh baby! Oh honey! Hug me! Suffer!" The girls were bopping along with Jack, singing, screaming, crying and swooning. The back of Jack's shirt clung to his skin with sweat, but he barely noticed: he was caught up in the moment and that cocky grin was growing wider by the second. Jack decided to take another chance and leapt into the audience once more. Scanning the crowd (trying to find a pretty girl to dance with him), he spotted David's secretary, weaving her way to the back. She was an okay looking woman, although older than Jack, but he figured that if he had to be seen dancing with someone, she would be the best: less chance of a lawsuit.
Jack grabbed her shoulder and whirled her around. She looked at him in surprise, but, as Jack slid his arm around her waist and swayed to the music, she caught on, swaying in parallel movements. Jack caught a glimpse of David's face: it wasn't a happy one. Jack had wondered if there was something between David and Michelle - they were acting somewhat odd on the train - but he had better things to think about and, in all honesty, he didn't care, so he didn't bother to ask either of them. He spun Michelle and withdrew his arm, turning to dance back up the steps.
"Well ya gonna be sincere, well ya gonna be sincere! Well, ya gonna be sincere, well ya gonna be sincere! Oh my baby! Oh yeah! Oh my baby! Oh yeah!" Jack, fighting for breath, managed to squeak out the last few lines feebly. The girls had practically mobbed him on his way back to the steps and his head was throbbing - partially because the music was giving him a migraine, partially because someone tore out a few of his hairs.
"Ohhhh yeah! Yeah! Yeaaaaaaah!" The guitar gave one last strum and the song was over. Jack, panting, surveyed the audience. More than half of the females were unconscious on the ground, while the rest gazed up at him with starry eyed wonder. The men had departed, leaving their wives, girlfriends and daughters to fend for themselves. In fact, the only man Jack could see nearby was David, scowling at him. There was a bit of lame applause from some elderly ladies standing near the back, but Jack didn't need a standing ovation to know that he rocked Sweet Apple.
The mayor stormed toward Jack, looking angry. "Mr. Kelly, what do you think you - "
"Come on, Jack, why don't we head on over to the Dupont's?" David said in a clipped voice, putting a hand on Jack's shoulder. Jack nodded at the ladies, giving them a wide smile and followed David down the steps without protest.
I'll leave you with a song: "Blue jean baby! L.A. lady! Seamstress for the band! Something something! Da da da da! She'll marry a music man! Like ballerinas! You must have seen us!"
Jack: ((breaks down in tears))
((sigh)) Every time.
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