This Ain't Just Newsies No More ~ Sprace & Javid

6 | King of New York | Race

Whenever the perspective changes I'm still just gonna put the first person to have a perspective in the chapter title thing. Oh and when the second perspective comes around, the name of said person is going to be in Bold. It's going to be a very quick transition. Somehow it's still going to be slower than my brain switching thoughts sometimes though haha. Also. You see the title. Yeah. It's gonna be awesome. They will sing! Since when do we like realism? Anyway. Enjoy! :)

And there it is in front of him. Race touches the page with his fingers. THE CHILDREN'S CRUSADE, NEWSIES STOP THE WORLD. I'm in the papes. 

"Where's my picture?" Spot demands beside him. "Where does it say my name?"

Jack swats him away like a fly. Race chuckles at that, but then Spot glares at him. Race looks away.

That's when he notices in the picture how close he and Spot are standing together. Will others notice? he asks himself. Probably not; they're all standing close together. And Race's observant eye catches Jack's hand around David's waist in the picture as well. That boy is not sneaky at all. Except if Race is going to talk about David...well, bent over from someone stepping on his foot is probably not how David wanted to go down in history. But there it is. Proof that they were here, that they did something. Something big. Something that the world will see, and the world will finally know.

"You get your picture in the papes, so what? What does that get ya?" Skittery asks.

Race can't believe him. Others beat him to it.

"What are you talking about?" Mush scorns.

There's a chorus of protests at what Skittery said including Jack declaring, "You've been in a bad mood all day!"

"I'm not in a bad mood," Skittery responds.

"You're glum and dumb," Race tells him angrily and slaps his face. He feels bad about it turning into a double slap with Mush's face taking the fall, but he continues on anyway. "You're in the papes, you're famous. When you're famous, you get anything you want." He slaps the table. "That's what's so great about New York!"

Everyone agrees with him.

"A pair of new shoes with matching laces," Mush begins dreamily.

"A permanent box at Sheepshead Races," Race adds. I might just get it.

"A porcelain tub with boilin' water," Spot says. Dang his voice is pretty. He looks really good with his hair down.

"A Saturday night with the mayor's daughter!" Blink gets on the table, wiggling his eyebrows. Race knows that Mush knows Blink isn't serious about it. But seriously, the mayor's daughter is hot, so neither of them can blame him.

"Look at me," Race gets up on a different table with the paper in hand, "I'm the King of New York," he does some tap dance moves. "Suddenly, I'm respectable, starin' right atcha, lousy with stature."

"Nobbin' with all the muckety mucks," Jack takes the paper, "I'm flowin' my dough and goin' deluxe."

Race snatches the paper back. "And there I be!" he points at himself. "Ain't I pretty?"

Spot nods impulsively.

"It's my city, I'm the King of New York," Jack and Race finish together.

More newsies go on to talk about what they want, but Spot can't stop thinking about how he nodded out of instinct when Race said "ain't I pretty." He means, sure, that's what he was thinking...but did anyone notice? Did anyone notice that when Racetrack Higgins asked if he were pretty Spot nodded that yes, yes he is pretty? Spot really doens't know.