Marcella Crocetti, aka Hero, loses her dad soon after they leave her alcoholic mother. But, she met Racetrack Higgins and they found the Newsboys Lodging House together. It is now 1899 and things are changing; and it's not just the strike that's new...
I ended up getting a dress from Medda this morning before the rally. All the boys were rushing around trying to find their suits so they could get ready. I grabbed my dress and went into one of the stalls. I placed a mirror in the stall so I could check myself before all the guys saw me. I slipped off my clothes and watched them slide to the floor. I began to slip on my dress. It felt strange putting on something that wasn't pants, a skirt, or suspenders. I was never a girly girl, but if felt ok to be in a dress. After all, it is only one night.
I slipped on my normal black shoes and black newsie cap. I turned around to get a look at myself. When I saw myself I almost started crying. I've never worn a dress like this before. I've never felt this pretty. I started to even do my hair and makeup because it made me feel good. I don't think this'll be a usual thing, but it felt good for a change. It made me feel special.
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https://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=24943988&.svc=copypaste&id=234795981 I stepped out of the stall to a bunch of cat calls and hollers. I rolled my eyes and threw some things at a couple of the boys. I found Race who was in the corner, turned around. He seemed to be putting on his coat.
"Hey, Race!" He began to turn around.
"What's wrong, mio amor-." He stopped talking once he saw me. He just stared. I was a little confused at first so I waved my hand in front of his face. He still didn't move.
"You'se look beautiful, mio amore." I blushed at his words. He grabbed my hand and ordered all the newsies that it was time to leave. Jack and Davey went down to the theatre early so Race was left in charge. As we walked down the streets, my mind kept thinking about my secret performance tonight. Medda had talked to me yesterday about doing a performance for the boys. I know almost everyone. I love to go around New York and find inspiration for my stories. I definitely love writing more than performing, but singing and dancing with my boys doesn't compare.
We all arrived at the theatre and grabbed our spots. Race and I were in the front. Unfortunately, I couldn't stay with Race and listen to Jack, Davey, and Spot. I had to change into another dress for my performance.
"I'se gots ta go help Medda with something. I'll be back soon," I told Race. He looked disappointed that I was leaving him, but nodded. I happily kissed his cheek and ran back stage. Medda was waiting with my dress on a hanger. She looked so excited that she could burst. I went behind the changing screen and changed into my extravagant dress. Now THIS is something I never thought I'd see myself in. Wow. This is crazy. I laced up the shoes Medda gave me and checked myself in the mirror. I can't believe I'm going to do this. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of everyone. I am falling for Race, I am really close to Jack and Davey who are leading the whole damn strike, and all the Manhattan newsies look up to me. I want to make them proud. I'm not a big leader like Jack or Davey, but I always feel the need to show them that I can still do great things even though I'm a girl.
