8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

A Soldier, A Poet, and Two Kings

Song: Brooklyn's Here from Newsies on Broadway

A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry for not posting the past couple days. I had a choir concert (which went perfectly) and a bunch of homework, so I was unable to write. Also when it says Brookies: Mac, Spot, and the Refuge kids are included. Anyways please enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.
Present Day: July 1899

Jaime's POV

We had moved into the auditorium as the other boroughs joined us. Every borough in New York City was here except for Queens. I wasn't shocked by that though. They tend to isolate themselves from the other borough unless it's to cause the occasional trouble.

Malik was still in power and had been since Mac and Ace were in charge of Brooklyn. He was a tyrant. Skittery, Bumlets, and Specs once he became too cruel. I don't want to imagine how much crueler he had gotten since he got Ace sent to the Refuge.

I was talking with Buttons over the latest news from the Bronx. He was one of my closest leader friends besides Spot.

We were talking about the mischief our newsies had gotten into. I had told Buttons about Crutchy. They were close. Crutchy used to be a Bronx newsie and Buttons was the third in command at the time. Crutchy's actually the reason I met him.

Buttons and I are the same age and have similar interests and personalities so naturally we clicked. Time to time I stop in the Bronx and he does the same in 'Hatten.

Spot was staring at us across the room.

"What's with him," Buttons asked.

"I wish I knew," I responded. "He was like that with Race the other day. Race had said something snarky and then I laughed."

"Sounds like someone's jealous," Buttons laughed.

"He's not. He's just determined to win."

"Win what exactly," Buttons said, cocking an eyebrow.

I told him about the bet, the night I stayed in Brooklyn, the photograph, and everything at Tibby's.

Before Buttons could respond we were distracted by Race and Sonny, one of the Bronx newsies getting into a screaming match.

Apparently the newsies were engaged in some weird conversation about how corn makes up the universe or something.

Yeah, I don't get it either.

Anyways Race and Specs were the biggest players. Race deeply believe that the universe is made of corn and Specs is telling him how dumb that is.

Yes these are the I'm in charge of. No wonder Kloppman went home after the show. I wouldn't want to deal with this either.

Before this "enlightening debate" could continue, Medda came into the room.

"There is a group of boys outside requesting all newsies, both current and former," Medda told us.

I stood up along with the Brookies.
Who could it be? Is it the figure? Am I finally going to find out who the figure is?

We walked out of the back room into the large auditorium. Spot and Mac followed close behind me with the Brookies. My newsies and the other boroughs followed behind them.

A large group of boys were marching into the room with a familiar face leading them.

Ace: Newsies need our help today

Refuge Newsies: Newsies need our help today

I had remembered this song from my time in Brooklyn. Every Brookie, both former and current did. It was basically our battle song for when we had to assist another borough in their conflict.