Later that day I was getting ready for the rally. I had to go to Medda so she could lace up my corset. I couldn't have have anyone else do it. Who would? That would be incredibly awkward... After she laced up my corset I slipped into my dress.

"Oh how beautiful!" She said. "One more thing I have to do."

"What?"

"Well actually two."

"And what are those?"

"Hair and makeup!" She said excitedly.

After that Medda had to comb through my hair (it hurt like hell). Than she did a bunch of other things to my hair (also hurt like hell). When she was done with that she wouldn't let me see how it looked because it wasn't the "finished product". Next she did all of my makeup. Thank god that wasn't painful!

"All done." She said.

We walked over to the full length mirror. I looked at myself. I looked so much... different. My thick curly hair were now luscious locks, my cheeks were a rosy, my lips were red and full and my eye lashes were long and lovely. It didn't even look like me!

"Medda I-I'm-"

"Speechless I know." She said. "Oh look at the time! I have to get to the stage."

"Oh okay. I'll see you later."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

I walked out of the theater. I decided to go back to the boarding house before the rally. I walked upstairs. Nobody was there but Racetrack.

"Hey Race." I said.

He looked up. Shock came over his face. I laughed. I started walking over to my bunk.

"Wait let me look at you for a second." He said.

He studied me for a-while.

"Beautiful. I told you so." He smiled.

"Thank you Race."

"Ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am." I said.

We walked together to the Irving Hall. All of the newsies were waiting outside for the doors of the theater to were about a thousand newsies there all together! I saw Jack somewhere in the crowd.

"Jack!" I called.

He turned around and saw me. He made his way through the mob of people.

"You look pretty Faith." Jack said.

"Thanks." I said.

"You too Race." Jack joked.

"Thank you." Race said.

Than the doors opened. Every body rushed in. I was lucky to get a table in the front with Jack sitting next to me.I look over to the table next to mine. Race is sitting with a girl in a red dress. I didn't know her.

"Who's that with Race?" I asked Jack.

"I don't know. She must be from Brooklyn."

The girl is probably a slut. How could Race even talk to her? Just looking at her made me sick! Wait was I jealous of somebody with Racetrack? Racetrack? But still I knew something was wrong with her.

"Hey Jacky-boy, sweet face." I heard.

I turned around to see Spot. I completely forgot about Race and the girl.

"Oh hey Spot. Sit." Jack said.

Spot sat in the seat next to mine.

"So Jacky-boy how have things been?" Spot asked.

"Fine. Any sign of Steel?" Jack said.

Spot looked at me as if asking is he should tell. I shook my head.

"Not yet. But I'm waiting... He's coming." Spot answered.

I feel Spot take my hand under the table. The curtain went up and the show started.

"You look beautiful tonight." Spot whispered in my ear.

"Thank you. You look very handsome."

"Thank you."

"So how have things been?"

"Okay, boring. We need to recruit Richmond."

"You haven't already?"

"No. Who ever gets Staten Island has a better chance of winning. Because they'll have more newsies. We need Richmond." He said.

I looked at him.

"Well how about we go to Richmond tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll come take you to Richmond and then we spend the rest of the day together."

"Yeah I'd like that."

Medda was singing a song about life. Having struggles and getting over them. Everyone was singing along and having a good time. The rally was perfect!

"Jacky-boy I'm going to get a drink in the back." Spot said.

"Okay I'll stay here." Jack said.

"Come with me." He said pulling on my sleeve.

"What is it?" I asked.

He put his finger to his lips. I got up from my seat. I took one last look at Race at his table. I followed him into the lobby of the theater.

"Spot what is it?" I asked.

I was so confused. Why was I here?

"Spot whats going on?"

"Faith I wanted you to know something." He smiled.

He was joking around with me. I let myself smile.

"Yes Spot."

He put his arms around me. My heart was pounding. He leaned was going to kiss me! Spot Conlon was going to kiss me! It was than the doors busted open. About a thousand newsies came through the door.

"Shit!" Spot said "Come on!"

We ran through the theater with the others running close behind. Spot and I managed to get on the stage. We ran backstage. Race was there.

"Racetrack!" Spot called.

He saw us.

"Take Faith." Spot said. "Be careful with her."

Spot took his cane out of his belt. He was about to turn around.

"Spot, be careful." I said hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

He nodded, than ran off into the crowd.

"Come on Faith!"Race pulled on my sleeve.

We ran until we got to the backstage door. We rushed out. Outside there was a mob of newsies and cops. I held on tight to Race so that I wouldn't lose him in the crowd. I saw Mush beating the crap out of some other newsie. I looked for Spot. I couldn't find him! He was still in the theater! We were able to get through the crowd unharmed. Some others weren't so lucky... Kid Blink came out limping with bruises and cuts. Race and I ran to the boarding house. The second I got inside I broke down! Race wrapped his arms around me.

"Everything is going to be fine." He said.

"No nothing is going to be fine!" I shouted. Everything was falling apart! This rally was going to be perfect and it just slipped through my fingers!

"Faith look at me." He said. I looked into his eyes. "It's going to be okay. Tomorrow everything will be back to normal. Like this never happened. So-"

"But It did happen! I can't forget it... I can't."

"You'll be okay." He kissed me on the forehead. "I'm here."

For the rest of the night newsies came in not all were from Manhattan. Some were from Brooklyn they were just to hurt to go back. Spot wasn't one of them so I was a little relived. It also made me worried,because I didn't know were he was! I took one of Jacks cigarettes and went on to the fire escape.

"You must be really upset." I heard.

I turned around and saw Jack behind me.

"You only smoke when your really stressed." He said.

I took a deep breath.

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"Tonight should have been perfect. Everything is wrong!"

"Thats life, just take what it gives you. It's not your fault that Steel crashed the rally. It isn't like you knew it would happen."

"Yeah. but still..." I mumbled.

"I know, I know. It's going to be fine."

"Thats what everybody says. It never works out like that though."

"It will be better tomorrow." He said he put his hand on my shoulder.

He walked back inside. How could things get better?