✨FINISHED STORY✨
Mavis is the Newsie no one expected to see on the streets. After all, the Newsies were guys. She was bright, funny, and always stood up for the ones she loved and her rights.
However, she has a burning secret inside her. A secret s...
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MEDDA'S THEATER
(Jack paints a backdrop of the Taos Mountains. It's an explosion of color. Medda enters in a dressing robe)
"Here's everything I owe you for the first backdrop, plus this one, and even a little something extra just account'a because I'm gonna miss you so."
Miss Medda handed me an envelope full of money. I looked at her with wide eyes.
"Miss Medda."
"Jack."
"You're a gem." I smiled.
She sighed, "Just tell me you're going somewhere and not running away."
Shaking my head I set down my paintbrushes, "Does it matter?" I questioned her.
"When you go somewhere and it turns out not to be the right place, you can always go somewhere else. But if you're running away, nowhere's ever the right place."
Suddenly I see Davey, Les, and even Mavis running through back stage.
"How 'bout lettin' a pal know you're alive?" He exclaims excited to see me.
"Why don't I leave you with your friends?" Miss Medda smiles and exits from the stage.
"Where'd ya go? We couldn't find you." Davey just kept pushing me with questions and I snapped.
"Ever think. I didn't wanna be found?" Jack burst out with a hint of anger.
I stop and look over at the backdrop behind him, "Is that a real place? That Santa Fe?"
Davey suddenly remembered he was holding the newspaper. I tried to tell him that Jack isn't going to care about it but he insisted on it still.
"Hey! You see the pape? We're front page news, above the fold. Oh, yes. Above the fold." Davey holds up the newspaper to show Jack.
"Good for you." Was all jack said not even looking at the pape.
"Everyone wants to meet the famous Jack Kelly! Mavis spoke to Spot Colon, he said next event you can count on Brooklyn! How about that?" Davey kept going on and on.
I looked at him wide eyed along with Les when he said I talked to Spot Colon.. I didn't want him to know I went to Brooklyn.
"You went to Brooklyn?!" Jack yelled throwing his apron on the ground before relaxing and shaking his head once he saw I flinched.
"We got stomped into the ground." Jack said hinting at what happened.
"They got us this time. I'll grant you that. But we took round one. And with press like this our fight is far from over." Davey talked fast and excited trying to convince Jack.
"Every Newsie who could walk showed you this morning to sell papes like the strike never happened." Jack spoke with disappointment and worry in his voice.
