Spot returned home later that day, and when he neared the docks, he was not at all surprised when he saw his men in the river.
"Conlon!" One newsie shouted, stopping Spot in his tracks, "Wha's goin down in Hahlem?"
Spot glared at the boy for bringing up the subject around other Newsies that had no idea let alone the possible Jersey Spies scattered around the city. "Nottin! Wha makes ya think oddahwise?" He didn't listen for an answer, but continued on his way to the abandoned factory. Spot decided to go sit on the roof in hopes to perfect his plans, so he jumped on the fire escape. For most people, this would have made a load of noise but he had mastered the skill of silencing the city years ago.
As he climbed the ladder, he heard the noise in his room. It was none other than his older sister's whiney voice, and she was of course going on about Blink. He groaned inwardly, not understanding women. He was about to climb past the window when he heard me speak up.
"Wha's da mattah wit liking him?" He heard the other two begin to laugh. He sat down on the escape platform right below his window to listen.
"Jist wait til ya git tah know him. E ain't da kinda guy ya want. Take me Blink fer example, He's a real sweet heart." Sweets continued to go on about the boy who held her heart in his hands as she waved her switch blade around in the air.
I smiled hoping to be polite but I couldn't seem to get Spot out of my mind, "Ya, he sounds real nice."
"Yeah, yeah," Rambler spoke up, who I personally didn't really think she lived up to her name, but her cousin did a fine job at it.
"Blink is a real nice guy, but he don' compare tah me Blunt. Now, if ya want a true guy, den git a guy like me Blunt. And until ya got a relationship dat last fer a year, den I'se don't wanna hear bout how much ya love each uddah(other)."
Sweets pointed her switchblade at Rambler, "Are ya sayin' dat we don't love each uddah? A'least I'se naw goin fer somethin' like dis one."
She then averted her blade in my direction, and they both turned to me. "Why ya like him an'way?" Rambler investigated my motives.
"I'se don' know. I'se jist do! Why's dat so bad?" I was getting angry with the way they were dissing the idea of me being with Spot.
"You'se don know him, do ya?"
"Ya, we'se tawlkin bout da 'Infamous Leadah' dat has a bigger ego dan Mistah Pulitzah." Sweets joined in with Rambler as they went on about why no one should want to be with Spot.
"'He'd jist hurt ya. Why ya want dat?"
"Wha' ya mean 'hurt me'?"
"Everybody knows wha 'e does tah women."
My eyes widened, 'I don't know!' I thought to myself. "Wha exactly are ya tawlkin' bout?"
"'He breaks deir hearts! Everyone o' deir hearts."
"Ya, even da whores git upset when 'e forgets bout dem."
Spot was so furious. He was raging with anger. He wanted to go in there and just kill his sister and cousin. 'They'se gots no right tellin' her all dat stuff.' He instead whipped out his sling shot and broke a few windows in the building across the way.
"So he's been wit alotta goils?" I questioned quietly. Spot's ears perked up, and listened intently to hear their response.
"Well, if ya consider ..oh, I'se dunno.. a'least three a week a small number, den no naw a lot."
My mouth dropped open and their was thump heard from outside, but we paid no attention to it. 'Three a week! I'se nevah had one!' I was so jealous and wanted to cry.
"Don' let it bothah ya. He would proly jist look ya ovah, keep 'is distance. He usually 'voids da goil newsies of his territory."
I sighed more loudly than I thought I had. Soon, the two switched the topic of how long it had been since they had a girls' night. It sounded interesting and fun, but I didn't want to listen. I wanted to see Spot, talk with him, hear him, hold him. I thought I saw movement outside the window, as my eyes focused on the river in the distance. I forced myself up, moving towards the window, using everything I could as a crutch. Somewhere in the distance I could hear the music play. I began to hum the song as I reached the window, where I sat looking out over the city. The song became more clear, and I didn't know if it was actually playing, or if it was just coming from inside of me. The words left my lips as if I had written them. As my voice became stronger and more clear, the girls' conversation stopped. They actually were quiet and just sat there listening. Spot had already made his way onto the roof by the time I came to the window. He listened intently to me. I sang the song as if I was singing it to someone and I knew that someone was Spot. The song of my soul seemed to make the bustling city stop. The boys in the river gathered on the docks, the shop keepers all formed outside their stores. The beautiful voice luring them to get closer. The carriages slowed down, the factory smoke stopped, the rivers flow ended. The beating fathers let their children go, the killers quit killing, and the robbers didn't rob. The world revolved around the voice and it seemed like it was coming from a Siren (mythical creature that lured men to them-usually to their death). It seemed like it touched all of New York City. Newsies from all over New York seemed to be carried in with the wind to Brooklyn. All that listened knew that voice belonged to a beautiful owner. Even without seeing her, they all knew it. She had to illuminate, shine like an angel. If they only knew it was just me, Vixen.
Hurt Before by The Corrs (song Vixen sings)
She's a girl in a world, she's moving as fast as she goes.
Loves her mum and her dad, the only secure that she knows.
But at night, she's alone, she's dreaming of somebody new.
Her someone for to hold, she's praying the dream will come true.
Show me the way-show me, show me how.
Help me be brave- for love.
Show me the way- show me, tell me how.
What do you say?
There's no pain in her heart, she's trying so hard to unwind.
Makes her cry in the night, when visions so real make her blind.
Wants to break through the fear. Erasing the scars from within.
Start a new kind of being-she's down and she's praying again.
You see she's-Turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world.
Stepping outside, body and soul. Taking whatever future holds.
Turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world. Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five.
And you know we've all been hurt before.
Show me the way-show me, show me how. Help me be brave- for love.
Show me the way-show me, tell me how. What do you say?
You see she's- turning the key, unlocking the door. Embracing the roller coaster world.
Stepping outside, body and soul. Taking whatever future holds.
Turning the key, unlocking the door. Embracing the roller coaster world.
Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five. And you know we've all been hurt before.
You see she's- turning the key, unlocking the door.
Embracing the roller coaster world.
Stepping outside, body and soul.
Taking whatever future holds.
Turning the key, unlocking the door. Embracing the roller coaster world.
Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five. And you know we've all been hurt before.
You see she's- turning the key, unlocking the door. Embracing the roller coaster world.
Stepping outside, body and soul. Taking whatever future holds.
Turning the key, unlocking the door. Embracing the roller coaster world.
Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five. And you know we've all been hurt before.
We've all been hurt before. So you're not alone.
So you're not alone.
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