"Why don't you be both? You look boy enough in that get up but I'm sure you're a sight when you're all dolled up. Let's see!" Medda said with a bright chirp. She was practically stripping the oversized clothes off of Frankie but she let out a small scream when she saw all the bruises on her back and legs. "My dear, what happened to you?" Medda gushed placing a cold wet cloth on her bruises. Frankie explained what had happened, leaving out the time travel as Medda placed a cool ointment that smelled like mint onto her skin.
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I had alot of fun with this chapter. I got bored and decided that there should be singing.It was that or write my midterm essay. I dont own Newsies...sadly.
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When you wear caps and smudge your face
When you wear knickers and smoke cigars
Down in the muck is the only place
Fighting for meals and sleeping few hours
Frankie's head shot up as she heard Medda singing to some imaginary music. But then it filled her mind as well. It was peppy and sounded like old vaudeville style. "Oh you've got to be kidding me." She said as Medda spun around hold a feather boa.
This isn't a joke dear child
Your game has consequences
These bruises will be
The only jewelry
If this is the path you take
Frankie rolled her eyes as Medda sauntered back over to her. But when she opened her mouth to she heard herself singing.
I'm not the kind of girl
Who runs at a few scraps
I don't drool over money or jewels
In my world, in my life
Independence will rule
"I am not singing. I am not singing." Frankie thought over and over again. The song was filled her body, drowning out her thoughts and mocking her resistance to dance. Medda was waltzing around the room, dancing to the music that had increased the tempo. They moved towards the back of the theater as Medda took over singing.
This isn't a joke dear child
Your game has consequences
These bruises will be
The only jewelry
If this is the path you take
You may think you know it all
But I've been here a while
This here town responds quite well
To feminine wiles
I'm not a fool looking for a thrill
Not that lost soul, young and naïve
I've been in the world, I've seen a few things
It aint so bad and it don't scare me
Frankie put her hands on her hips as the music abruptly stopped. "Well that works." She said as Medda sighed and threw her hands up in defeat. "So what's your real name?" Medda asked walking back into her room. "Francesca Marie," Frankie said with a groan. Medda smiled at the name and pulled out a few of an old performer's dresses and threw them at Frankie. "Now take off that had and let me have a look at you after a bath." Medda ordered snatching the hat off of Frankie's head. After about 15 minutes, there was a hot bath waiting for her. She was grateful for the bath after having to heat the water and lug it and the tub down to Medda's room. She slipped into the water and sighed. Her aches calmed as she soaked and she eventually began scrubbing away the events of the last days.