Chapter 11
"A moment Like This" Kelly Clarkson ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two weeks had passed since Storm had Left the Manhattan Lodging House and in those two weeks she had made a grand total of three, count 'em, three friends. Magic, being the only girl had offered her friendship first. Then Prowler, Spot's tall black second-in-command, had offered her his subtle friendship when he stumbled upon the girl singing on the roof one night. And lastly, came Fisher, a loyal boy known for hating Jack Kelly.
"Fisher!!" Storm screamed one day as the Brooklynites got ready for a long day of selling papes. The seventeen year old stuck his brown-haired head into the girls' room. "Where's me cross?"
"I'se dunno, haven't seen it," Fisher said. Then he continued his morning routine.
"Prowler!!" Storm called. The black boy walked into the hallway.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"Where's me cross?" Storm asked.
"Uh, Conlon's got it," the black boy answered slowly.
"CONLON!!!!!!!!!!!!" Storm screamed. When she got no answer she ran out of the LH to the docks where Spot usually was. "CONLON!!"
"What doya want?!" he called.
Storm walked over to the edge of the docks and saw Spot swimming in the water, in nothing but his long-john bottoms. Forcing herself to stop looking at his Greek-god-bod, she glared pointedly into his eyes.
"Where's me cross?" she growled.
"Wid me clothes ovah by da crates," he said glaring back.
"Loin ta leave me stuff alone, Conlon," Storm said as she found her silver cross and pulled it over her head.
"Loin ta keep youse stuff in youse own room, Storm," Spot said as he climbed the rope ladder up onto the docks.
"Tryin ta say summtin, Conlon?" Storm asked throwing a towel to Spot.
"Yeah," he said as he caught the towel.
"What?" she asked looking at him questioningly.
"Come ta Medda's tomorrow?" he asked stepping around her to get to his clothes.
"Spot, I'se., no, I'se cain't," she said sighing.
"Storm, youse gotta see 'im sometime," Spot said. "An' tomorrow's me boithday."
"Youse really want me ta go?' she asked.
"Yep," Spot answered smirking
"An' if I'se don't?" she dared to ask smiling teasingly.
"I'se guess I'se'll hafta carry ya," Spot said smirking back at her.
"Youse wouldn't dare," Storm said backing away from him.
"Youse sure?" Spot questioned.
"STORM!!" they heard Magic scream. "WE"SE GOTTA GO!!"
"Comin'!!" Storm yelled.
"Meet me at da pub at five," Spot commanded.
"Promise," Storm replied as she started toward the street.
Storm got to the street to see Magic smiling goofily.
"Magic? What's youse deal?" Storm asked staring suspiciously at her friend.
"'E likes ya," Magic stated jerking her head toward Spot who was talking with Prowler.
"Youse sick?" Storm asked. "Or are ya jist crazy?"
"Nedda," Magic said. "Jist half-Gypsy, I'se know dese kinda things."
"Sure ya do," Storm said as they reached the Brooklyn DO.
"Heya goilie," the old man behind the counter said as Storm walked up to get her papes.
"100 papes," she almost growled at him.
"How 'bout youse come back 'ere and ..." he said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"How 'bout I'se go back and toin ya inta a goil?" Storm suggested.
The man gulped and paled at the thought as many boys sounded their own horror at such a thing. Storm glared and walked out of the DO.
"Ready?" Magic asked as she came down soon after.
Storm nodded and they walked to their respected spots and began hawking their "improved" headlines. As they morning turned to afternoon, Magic and Storm finished selling their last papes and counted their money.
"Ain't enough ta play tonight," Storm mumbled to herself as they headed to toward the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Den do what youse gotta do," Magic said as they crossed the bridge.
"Central Pahk it is," Storm said as they walked faster. Storm had only four hours to get the extra money she needed and get back to Brooklyn to Spot at the Gaelic Pub.
They reached Central Park sooner than expected and they walked over to where a few boys stood. Two boys held old guitars and the other had tin cans in front of him, his make=shift drums.
"Heya boys," Storm said as she walked over to them.
"Need more pokah money?" the one with the "drums" asked.
Storm nodded and looked to the others. "Same as always?"
"70/30," one boy said nodding.
Storm nodded as Magic set her cap on the ground in front of Storm and then sat down on the ground herself.
"Let's start slow," Storm said.
The boys nodded and started playing a slow tune and Storm started singing.
"What if I told you,
It was all meant to be?
Would you believe me?
Would you agree?
It's almost that feeling,
We've met before.
So tell me that you don't think I'm crazy
When I tell you love has come here and now.
A moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people search forever
For that one special kiss
Oh, I can't believe its happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this
Everything changes but beauty remains
Something so tender
I can't explain
Well I may be dreaming,
But till I awake
Can't we make this dream last forever
And I'll cherish all the love we share
A moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people search forever
For that one special kiss
Oh, I can't believe its happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this
Could this be the greatest love of all
I wanna know that you will catch me when I fall
So let me tell you this..
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment...
Like this
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this
Some people search forever for that one special kiss
Oh, I can't believe it's happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this
Some people search forever for that one special kiss
Oh, I can't believe its happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this...
oooohh...like this.."
"A moment Like This" Kelly Clarkson ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two weeks had passed since Storm had Left the Manhattan Lodging House and in those two weeks she had made a grand total of three, count 'em, three friends. Magic, being the only girl had offered her friendship first. Then Prowler, Spot's tall black second-in-command, had offered her his subtle friendship when he stumbled upon the girl singing on the roof one night. And lastly, came Fisher, a loyal boy known for hating Jack Kelly.
"Fisher!!" Storm screamed one day as the Brooklynites got ready for a long day of selling papes. The seventeen year old stuck his brown-haired head into the girls' room. "Where's me cross?"
"I'se dunno, haven't seen it," Fisher said. Then he continued his morning routine.
"Prowler!!" Storm called. The black boy walked into the hallway.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"Where's me cross?" Storm asked.
"Uh, Conlon's got it," the black boy answered slowly.
"CONLON!!!!!!!!!!!!" Storm screamed. When she got no answer she ran out of the LH to the docks where Spot usually was. "CONLON!!"
"What doya want?!" he called.
Storm walked over to the edge of the docks and saw Spot swimming in the water, in nothing but his long-john bottoms. Forcing herself to stop looking at his Greek-god-bod, she glared pointedly into his eyes.
"Where's me cross?" she growled.
"Wid me clothes ovah by da crates," he said glaring back.
"Loin ta leave me stuff alone, Conlon," Storm said as she found her silver cross and pulled it over her head.
"Loin ta keep youse stuff in youse own room, Storm," Spot said as he climbed the rope ladder up onto the docks.
"Tryin ta say summtin, Conlon?" Storm asked throwing a towel to Spot.
"Yeah," he said as he caught the towel.
"What?" she asked looking at him questioningly.
"Come ta Medda's tomorrow?" he asked stepping around her to get to his clothes.
"Spot, I'se., no, I'se cain't," she said sighing.
"Storm, youse gotta see 'im sometime," Spot said. "An' tomorrow's me boithday."
"Youse really want me ta go?' she asked.
"Yep," Spot answered smirking
"An' if I'se don't?" she dared to ask smiling teasingly.
"I'se guess I'se'll hafta carry ya," Spot said smirking back at her.
"Youse wouldn't dare," Storm said backing away from him.
"Youse sure?" Spot questioned.
"STORM!!" they heard Magic scream. "WE"SE GOTTA GO!!"
"Comin'!!" Storm yelled.
"Meet me at da pub at five," Spot commanded.
"Promise," Storm replied as she started toward the street.
Storm got to the street to see Magic smiling goofily.
"Magic? What's youse deal?" Storm asked staring suspiciously at her friend.
"'E likes ya," Magic stated jerking her head toward Spot who was talking with Prowler.
"Youse sick?" Storm asked. "Or are ya jist crazy?"
"Nedda," Magic said. "Jist half-Gypsy, I'se know dese kinda things."
"Sure ya do," Storm said as they reached the Brooklyn DO.
"Heya goilie," the old man behind the counter said as Storm walked up to get her papes.
"100 papes," she almost growled at him.
"How 'bout youse come back 'ere and ..." he said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"How 'bout I'se go back and toin ya inta a goil?" Storm suggested.
The man gulped and paled at the thought as many boys sounded their own horror at such a thing. Storm glared and walked out of the DO.
"Ready?" Magic asked as she came down soon after.
Storm nodded and they walked to their respected spots and began hawking their "improved" headlines. As they morning turned to afternoon, Magic and Storm finished selling their last papes and counted their money.
"Ain't enough ta play tonight," Storm mumbled to herself as they headed to toward the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Den do what youse gotta do," Magic said as they crossed the bridge.
"Central Pahk it is," Storm said as they walked faster. Storm had only four hours to get the extra money she needed and get back to Brooklyn to Spot at the Gaelic Pub.
They reached Central Park sooner than expected and they walked over to where a few boys stood. Two boys held old guitars and the other had tin cans in front of him, his make=shift drums.
"Heya boys," Storm said as she walked over to them.
"Need more pokah money?" the one with the "drums" asked.
Storm nodded and looked to the others. "Same as always?"
"70/30," one boy said nodding.
Storm nodded as Magic set her cap on the ground in front of Storm and then sat down on the ground herself.
"Let's start slow," Storm said.
The boys nodded and started playing a slow tune and Storm started singing.
"What if I told you,
It was all meant to be?
Would you believe me?
Would you agree?
It's almost that feeling,
We've met before.
So tell me that you don't think I'm crazy
When I tell you love has come here and now.
A moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people search forever
For that one special kiss
Oh, I can't believe its happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this
Everything changes but beauty remains
Something so tender
I can't explain
Well I may be dreaming,
But till I awake
Can't we make this dream last forever
And I'll cherish all the love we share
A moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people search forever
For that one special kiss
Oh, I can't believe its happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this
Could this be the greatest love of all
I wanna know that you will catch me when I fall
So let me tell you this..
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment...
Like this
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this
Some people search forever for that one special kiss
Oh, I can't believe it's happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this
Some people search forever for that one special kiss
Oh, I can't believe its happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this...
oooohh...like this.."