Cassie's Santa Fe Adventure

- By ShoeGoil

DISCLAIMER Newsies is the property of Disney. But I am the property of myself. I know I am an interesting person, so I don't blame you for wanting to put me in your stories. Please ask for permission, so I can make sure that you are my friend, otherwise I don't want a story written about me. Um, yeah. I am also the owner of the name ShoeGoil. That is my name. Do not steal my name. I am cool cuz that is my name. Thank you. I luv you! (in a non- david/denton way, of course!)

DISCLAIMER'S DISCLAIMER So you found this story, huh? Let the author now warn the reader that the story (and the first Disclaimer) were written when the author was 16. She is now 24 (assuming it's still the year 2006).

Part 5

"Okay, so youse tellin me dat we's gonna be a VAUDEVILLE ACT?" Hmm... He was taking it better than I thought he would.

"Sure, Jack. It'll be fun. Just like Medda, except we'll be a duo." He didn't question my knowledge of Medda. He just shook his head back and forth.

"No way in Santa Fe is I eva' gonna get up in front of a bunch of people and make a fool of meself." I rolled my eyes.

"Jack, it'll buy the tickets."

"No." He stood up, defiant.

"It'll be fun." I stood up to my full height (three inches shorter than him), defiant right back at him.

"No."

"I'll be your best friend?"

"No." This wasn't working. Time for a new aproach.

"But, Cowboy," I said huskily, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "You dance so well. And the way you sing makes ladies swoon." He nervously brushed off my hand.

"Yeah? Goils like dat kinda thing?"

"Yeah," I said in the same tone, brushing his longish hair out of his eyes. He grinned like a fool.

"Okay, I'll do it. So whut 're we gonna do?" I whooped really loud and started jumping up and down while clapping my hands.

"Thanks, Jacky-Boy. You won't regret this for a moment!"

"I think I already is."

After cleaning up the train depot for the day, and talking to the owner of the Inn, Jack and I went back to his room. "Now, we gotta come up with a name for our group."

"Uh, Shoe? I thinks we gotta decide what our group is gonna do, foist, dontcha think?"

"Hmm? Oh, no. That's not important. Not right now. Right now, the important thing is advertising. Now, a name."

"Jack and Cassie?" I looked at him like he was crazy.

"No Class what so ever! Besides, who says you getta be first? I am the real talent behind the group."

"You are?"

"Well, yes, of course! I am the one who knows the times steps." I thought back to my days in tap class. 'Yes, it will definately pay off.' I thought to myself.

"Well, then. How about 'ShoeGoil and Cowboy?' Does dat gots enough class for you?" I repeated it to myself

"ShoeGoil and Cowboy. Hmm... I like the sound of that. It is really cute. But at the same time, Refined. Not like Jack and Cassie. ShoeGoil and Cowboy. Yeah, I like it."

"Great, now that we got the name, can you please tell me what we are gonna do? We perform tonight!"

I nodded, glad that we had gotten the okay at the Saddle Inn to perform for two bits each. Pretty good deal. And we were just gonna be down the hall from our room, in the saloon. Nothing could be handier. "We will start with you singing "Santa Fe" by yourself, on the stage. I won't be there," I added.

"Really? That's what I figured when you said 'by yourself'." He grinned and I punched his arm playfully.

"None of that, Kelly! Now, where was I? Oh yeah. You're singing "Santa Fe" and you are alone on the stage-" I shot him a "look", then contiued. "It will be slow, melodic, and dreamy. Then, when the audience least expects it, I will jump out from behind the curtain, and you and I will jump right into the number "High Times, Hard Times," with a special little tap number in there for us. They'll all love it, especially if they are drunk. Then you will go off stage, I will sing "Lovey Dovey Baby," the guys will all get rowdy, you'll come back on, another round of "High Times, Hard Times," then it is bow, and off the stage. It'll be easy, and the crowd will go nuts."

"Yeah, and if they don't like us, they'll throw nuts."

"As long as they don't throw squishy bananas, I'm okay by it!"