I am about half an hour late, but as they say better late than never :D
Enjoy!
"Katherine? KATHERINE!"
"Huh what?"
She looks up from her papers suddenly shaken out of her concentration.
"Did you hear my question?"
"Uh no…"
Sarah rolls her eyes and walks over to Katherine's cluttered desk.
"Are you still working on that paper?"
She quickly clicks out of her document. "Umm maybe?"
"Kath, I thought you finished it yesterday!"
Katherine her hands up in a protective fashion. "Hey, I'm not blowing off the assignment or anything…I just had to finish an article…"
Sarah rolls her eyes. "Katherine are you still trying to write a hard-hitting article?"
Katherine raises an eyebrow and plants her hands on her hips. "What if I am?"
Sarah sighs exasperatedly, "Look, I'm not going to try and stop you, but you should really just accept the fact they they're only going to take articles from journalism majors. No editor is going to look twice at an article written by a business major."
Katherine closes her eyes and breathes deeply in an attempt to control her temper, "Sarah, I don't care what you say. If I write a good article, why should they care that I'm a business major?"
"Because, people are prejudiced and shortsighted. Kath, I just don't you to be disappointed again."
Katherine smirks, "I won't be, because this time they'll have to read my article."
Her roommate frowns in concern Katherine has been known for her 'forwardness', "Just how do you plan accomplishing that?"
"Easily all I have to is slip my real article in with my theater review, they'll read it unsuspectingly and then I'll finally get a shot with an actual news article instead of those stupid social page reviews and announcements."
Sarah scrunches up her face in an attempt to remember something, "Speaking of the social pages, didn't you have somewhere to be tonight?"
She looks at her puzzled, but then realization crashes down on her. She smacks her forehead in frustration, "Oh my gosh! I completely forgot I'm supposed to review that new show tonight!" Without a second thought Katherine grabs her laptop and rushes out the door.
"Katherine wait! What about your paper?"
The only response is slamming door. Sarah sighs, but knows that Katherine would rather stay up all night than fail an assignment. Still as a pre-med student, skipping the article sounds like a much healthier solution.
"Davey, remind me why I'm wasting my Friday night at the theater watching some stupid show where people break out into song randomly?"
"Jack it's called a musical, and we're here because this is one of the best shows of the 21st century and this is the first time it's being performed by amateurs. This is history in the making!"
Jack snorts indifferently. "And I care why?"
Davey folds his arms, "Fine just how were you planning on spending the evening?"
A sly grin slips onto his face, "Race and I were planning on sneaking over to the Brooklyn campus and stealing their fraternity flag."
"Are you telling me that you'd commit a mild criminal misdemeanor rather than enjoy a once-in-a-lifetime theater opportunity."
Jack rolls his eyes, "Well duh. But I guess the flag will still be there next week, and maybe this won't be so bad. Aren't there usually cute chorus girls in shows like this?"
Poor Davey groan aloud, "You weren't listening were you? I told you this is an all-boy show I think there's like two female characters in the whole thing."
"Seriously? What's the darn show about anyway?"
Davey flips open the program and reads the description, "Based on the 1992 Disney film, Newsies is the tale of newsboy Jack Kelly, who dreams of a better life far from the hardship of the streets. When Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst raise distribution prices, Jack finds a cause to fight for and rallies his army of newsies to strike."
"Hold on a sec, this boy's name is Jack?"
He snatches the program from Davey to read for himself. Davey half smirks, "That's what it says…weird huh?"
Jack scans the program and then shoves it back to Davey, "Nah, it's just some crazy coincidence. Huh, I guess this show doesn't look that bad afterall".
Davey claps him triumphantly on the back, "What did I tell you? I knew you'd like it."
He returns the friendly blow with a little more force. "I didn't say I liked it, but I might not be completely bored out of my mind."
Davey winces slightly, his friend tends to forget his strength, but he knows that Jack would never hurt him on purpose. He groans playfully to offset his actual temporary soreness, "Let's just go in before you find something else to complain about."
As soon as they enter the theater they are greeted by a perky blonde usher. "Hi can I take your tickets?"
Davey hands over the tickets while Jack flashes the girl a smile that makes her giggle and blush. He tends to have that effect on girls, and no matter how hard Romeo has tried he has never been able to figure out Jack's secret method.
She smiles and flirts shamelessly, "Do you boys have dates for the show tonight?"
Davey shakes his head before Jack can give a smart aleck answer.
"Then I hope you won't mind sitting on opposite sides of the theater ? Unfortunately the seating arrangement is on a first come, first serve basis. In other words the early birds get the best seats."
Davey nods at the usher and glares at Jack for making them late, if he had it his way they would have been one of the 'early birds'. "That's fine we'll sit wherever."
The usher smiles, "Wonderful. Mr. Baum you'll be seated in seat C7. And Mr. Kelly I have a great balcony seat just for you, seat A10."
Jack tips his newsboy cap in gratitude causing the usher to blush again. Davey makes his way over to his seat, careful scooting past a line of already seated students, who are annoyed by his interruption. Meanwhile Jack climbs up the balcony stairs in search of his own seat."
"A8…A9…aha A10!"
He is just about to seat himself when he notices his neighbor. He flashes his signature smile at the beautiful girl beside him
"Hello again. Twice in one day, you think that's fate?"
I hope you enjoyed I promise to update soon Newsies Honor!
Keep reading and reviewing and I'll keep writing.
K. Kelly
