Song: Any Way the Wind Blows by Hadestown Original Cast
A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you've had a great week and if not I hope this one is better. Pre-warning I had to use a different format for this song since the people who sing consistently changes. Basically it'll be who is singing and the lyrics they're singing. Anyways here's the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters, which is on time for once. Yay me! Have a fantastic week, good luck on finals if you have them, and enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.
Present Day: July 1899
Jaime's POV
"That was that," I finished. "The Soldier and the Poet got better each day. So good that when the Kings fell, the Soldier could take the kingdom and the Poet could start another."
The newsies smiled at me. I closed the journal and put it back into my bag.
"Wait. Where did the Wise King go," Tumblr asked. "You've always told us what happened to him but you've never told us where he went."
"No one knows for sure," I said. "But my guess is he went wherever the wind takes him. Wherever the wind blows."
"What do you mean by that," Wheels asked.
"I mean it exactly how I said it," I replied. "His journey follows the wind."
I could see that they were still confused.
"Let me try to explain it better," I said.
"See..."
Slight flashback to The Day Everything Changed: July 1892
Jaime: [The Wise King] was a hungry young [boy]
A runaway from everywhere [he'd] ever been
[He] was no stranger to the world
No stranger to the wind
Wise King: Weather ain't the way it was before
Ain't no spring or fall at all anymore
It's either blazing hot or freezing cold
Any way the wind blows
Fates: And there ain't a thing that you can do
When the weather takes a turn on you
'Cept for hurry up and hit the road
Any way the wind blows
Wise King: Do you hear that sound
Fates: (Wind comes up move)
Wise King: Move to another town
Ain't no body gonna stick around
Wise King, Fates: When the dark clouds roll
Any way the wind blows
Jaime: You met the fates
Remember them
Wise King: (anybody got a match?)
Jaime, holding up a lit match: Always singing in the back of your mind
Wise King, taking the match: (gimme that)
Jaime: Wherever it was this young [boy] went
The fates were close behind
Wise King: People turn on you just like the wind
Everybody is a fair-weather friend
In the end you're better of alone
Any way the wind blows
Fates: When your body aches to lay it down
When you're hungry and there ain't enough to go 'round
Ain't no length to which a [kid] won't go
Any way the wind blows
Wind comes up
Ooooh
Wise King: And sometimes you think
Fates: Wind comes up
Youuuu...
Wise King: You would do anything
Just to fill your belly full of food
Find a bed that you could fall into
Where the weather wouldn't follow you
Wise King, Fates: Wherever you go
Any way the wind blows
Jaime: Now [the Soldier] was the son of an [angel]
And you know how those [angels] are
Sometimes they [have to] abandon you
And this poor boy
He wore his heart on his sleeve
You might say he was naive to the ways of the world
But he had a way with [swords]
And the [performance] and the [fight]
And he [fought] just like a [wolf]... on a [hunt]
And it [wasn't just] because [The Wise King was] kind
But his mamma was a friend of [his]
And [he] liked to [see] him [train]
And his way of seeing things
So [he] took him underneath [his] wing
And that is where he stayed
Until one day
Present Day: July 1899
Everything changed.
"Did that answer your questions?," I asked.
"Yes," they all said.
"Alright. Good," I smiled. I noticed that the tapping had stopped. Finally. I took my watch from my pocket and checked it. 3:49 am.
"Now, let's all try to get some sleep, shall we," I asked.
The newsies very tiredly nodded in agreement. I put my head on Race's shoulder. Race put his head on Crutchy's shoulder and Crutchy put his head on Race's. Race put his arms around us.
All I know is that when Blink and Mush wake up, they'll have a room full of sleep deprived newsies after them. With that, the newsies and I went off to sleep.
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