-At Katherine's office-
-Katherine's POV-
"You heard the man. "Write it good." Write it good or it's back to wheezing your way through the flower show. Eh... no pressure." I said to Feisty, She had dropped by because she needed to cool off. If she had stayed she would have killed Mush.
"Okay let's get down to business"
""Newsies stop The World" Huh... a little hyperbole never hurt anyone." I said as I typed
"With all eyes fixed on the trolley strike, there's another battle brewing in the city" ... and if I could just write about it." I ripped the paper out of the typewriter and threw it to the side, hitting Feisty.
"Hey...Come on, Katherine! We are counting on you!" She glared a t me before giving me a pep talk.
"Oh, you poor people...." I said exasperated as I stood up and started pacing.
ME:"WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW"
SO THEY SAY, ALL I KNOW IS I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE
OR THE RIGHT WAY TO WRITE IT.
FEISTY: THIS IS BIG, LADY, DON'T SCREW IT UP, She sung as I punched her playfully.
ME: THIS IS NOT SOME LITTLE VAUDEVILLE I'M REVIEWING.
POOR LITTLE KIDS VERSUS RICH GREEDY SOUR PUSSES
FEISTY: HA! IT'S A CINCH!
IT COULD PRACTICALLY WRITE ITSELF--
ME: AND LET'S PRAY IT DOES, CAUSE AS I MAY HAVE MENTIONED,
I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I'M DOING.
AM I INSANE? THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR.
FEISTY: WELL THAT, PLUS THE SCREAMING OF TEN ANGRY EDITORS.
ME: A GIRL?
FEISTY:IT'S A GIRL!
ME: HOW THE HELL?
FEISTY: IS THAT EVEN LEGAL?
ME: LOOK, JUST GO AND GET HER!
NOT ONLY THAT, THERE'S A STORY BEHIND THE STORY:
THOUSANDS OF CHILDREN, EXPLOITED, INVISIBLE.
SPEAK UP, TAKE A STAND, AND THERE'S SOMEONE TO WRITE ABOUT IT.
FEISTY AND I: THAT'S HOW THINGS GET BETTER.
GIVE LIFE'S LITTLE GUYS SOME INK, AND WHEN IT DRIES JUST WATCH WHAT HAPPENS.
ME: THOSE KIDS WILL LIVE AND BREATHE RIGHT ON THE PAGE
AND ONCE THEY'RE CENTER STAGE, YOU WATCH WHAT HAPPENS.
FEISTY: AND WHO'S THERE WITH HER CAMERA AND HER PEN
ME: AS BOYS TURN INTO MEN
THEY'LL STORM THE GATES AND THEN JUST WATCH WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY DO.
"A modern day David is poised to take on the rich and powerful Goliath with the swagger of one twice his age, armed with nothing more than a few nuggets of truth, Jack Kelly stands ready to face the behemoth, Pulitzer." Now that is how you turn a boy into a legend." I said finally happy that I could get something down. A few minutes later that all too familiar feeling of writers block flushed over me. Randomly, out of nowhere, Jack appeared in my head
ME: PICTURE A HANDSOME, HEROICALLY CHARISMATIC--
PLAIN SPOKEN, KNOW NOTHING, SKIRT-CHASING, COCKY LITTLE SON OF A--
YOU ARE READING
Family Through and Through
ActionMy version of Newsies but with all of my friends in it.
