Never Fear, Brooklyn's Here/King of New York

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The next morning we get ready to head to the Circulation Gate.

"Now listen Y/n," Race says "I's want you's to stay behind me's and Jack."

"Race I's'll be fine." I groan

"Y/n." Jack says warningly turning around.

"Fine" I sigh 

We all start singing.

"Open the gates and seize the day,
  Don't be afraid and don't delay.
  Nothing can break us,
  No one can make us,
  Give our rights away.
  Arise and seize the day!"

The gate opens and we stand there looking at the scabbers.

Davey starts chanting. "Join us, join us!"

A few of them throw their papers down and join us.

Then a wagon rolls out.

"Look out!" Jack yells pulling me aside.

Following the wagon are a bunch and thugs with chains and clubs. Dozens of scattered fights break out and we try to fight back.  Jack's dealing with two guys, Race is trying to get to me but keeps getting pushed back, while I am on the ground getting attacked my three different thugs.

Out of nowhere the thugs start slapping their necks as if there are mosquitos. I look around confused before another guy grabs my neck and pins me to the ground cutting off my air supply. Then he falls. I look up and immediatly knew what happened. Brooklyn.

"Neva' fear, Brooklyn's hea'." Spot says standing up above the railing.  He grabs a chain and swings down kicking a few guys. He runs over to me as all of the thugs run out of the gate.

"Everybody look!" someone yells.  I turn and see Denton with a camera. Spot pulls me into the picture and his arm ends up around my waist.

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We're all in the restaurant eating when Denton walks in with a paper. He hands it to Jack and we all run over to him. I get there first and sit beside him looking. 

Spot leans over Jacks shoulder and Jack swats him away.  "Where's me pitch'a? Where's me pitch'a?"

Mush speaks up. "Lookit Jack, he looks like a general or sumpin."

Spot speaks again "Where's me name? Where's it say me name?"

I turn and look at him. "Stop thinkin' about yaself!" I snap

"Hey guys, we in da papes, we's famous. When you's famous you's get anythin' you's want. That's what's so great about New York!" Race says

"A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces" Mush sings

"A permanent box at Sheepshead races" Race says back

"A porcelain tub with boilin' wada" Spot sings. Dam he has a nice voice

"A Saturday night with Racer's sista'" Kid Blink sings. Race trys to run at him but I stop him and turn my head towards him
"Look at me I'm the queen of New York. Suddenly, I'm respectable. Starin' right at 'cha lousy with stature." I sing
"Nobbin' with all the muckety mucks
I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe" Jack sings

"And there I be, ain't I pretty?" Race sings
"It's my city, I'm the king of New York" Jack joins in.
"A corduroy suit with fitted knickers" Boots sings

"A mezzanine seat to see the flickers" Les sings

"Havana cigars that cost a quarter" Snipeshooter sings

"An editor's desk for the star reporter" Davey sings
"Tip your hat, he's the king of New York." We all sing

"How 'bout that,I'm the King of New York" Denton sings

"In nothing flat
He'll be covering
Brooklyn to Trenton
Our man Denton" We all sing

"Makin' a headline out of a hunch"Kid Blink sings

"Protecting the weak"  Denton sings 


"And payin' for lunch." Race interupts

"When I'm at bat, strong men crumble" Denton continues

"Proud yet humble," I sing


"I'm (He's) the king of New York" Me and Denton sing

"I gotta be either dead or dreamin'
'Cause look at that pape with my face beamin'
Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it
But I was a star for one whole minuteStartin' now
I'm the king of New York" We all sing

"Ain't ya heard?
I'm the King of New York" Denton sings

"Holy cow, it's miracle
Pulitzer's cryin', weasel, he's dyin'
Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun
I'm one highfalutin' son of a gunDon't ask me how
Fortune found me
Fate just crowned me
Now I'm king of New YorkLook and see
Once a piker
Now a striker
I'm the king of New YorkVictory
Front page story
Guts and glory
I'm the king of New York!" We all sing

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