Working for the Newsies

Taylor Jacobs (yes Davey's sister) is just a normal girl with big dreams. She hopes that one day she'll make it on broadway.

Racetrack (Race) is a broadway star who loves the attention and has all the girls calling his name. The thing is he just wants to have a normal life.

What happens when their two worlds collide? Will Taylor finally get her wish to be on broadway? Will Race finally have a normal life?

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22. The Fight

Jack’s POV (original)

Davey and I dropped Les off at Mush’s house so we could go to New York. During the long drive, we listened to music and rocked out. I was also pissed off about last night but also happy for Taylor. I’m so confused though.

Anyway, we made it to New York just as the other Newsies pulled up to the Newsies Lodge House. We parked a lil ways away from the House and watched them go inside.

I couldn’t spot Taylor or Race and Davey was getting tired. “Jack can we go. I’m tired.” He wined. “I’m not leaving until we get Taylor back.” I spat. “And how do you suppose we do that?” Davey asked. “Well didn’t you say Taylor loves Broadway.” I replied. “Yea but what if we sneak in and see them you know.” Davey started. “Then we’ll figure something out. I just want to punch someone in the face though.” I said. “I understand you’re pissed but if you do end up fighting Race then Taylor will hate you. She belongs in New York with the Newsies and I trust she’ll make good decisions.” Davey stated.

As Davey was talking, I spotted Taylor and Race walking into the theatre. I smacked his arm to make him shut up. I turned to him and opened the driver door. “Let’s go.” I said getting out of the car. Davey stayed in the car for a moment. I began walking towards the theatre then stopped and turned around. “Aren’t you coming?” I asked. Davey looked concerned but thought about it. After a moment, Davey finally said, “Fine. But just think about what I said earlier.” Then got out of the car and closed the door mumbling to himself as I walked towards the theatre.

Race’s POV

Taylor and I were in the dressing room hanging out and talking. Taylor was laying on the couch with her head in my lap while I was twirling her hair. “So how’s you like your party?” She asked. “It was wonderful. Thank you babe!” I smiled. “I’m glad!” She grinned from ear to ear. “I love you” I kissed her forehead. “Love you too” Taylor smiled and sat up and scooted into my lap.

“Babe, can you recite your line about the oyster?” Taylor asked. “Sure thing. It’ll lead into King of New York though.” I replied. “That’s fine. Just do it.” Taylor hit my arm playfully. “Alright.” I said.

“When yer famous, the whole worlds yer erster.” I began. Taylor gave me a confused look. “What’s an oyster?” She asked. “It’s yer fancy clam wit the poyle inside.” I replied. Taylor busted up laughing as did I then I saw Taylor pull out her phone and play King of New York as we made our way to the stage.

King of New York

(Music)

Race: You don’t need money when you’re famous! They gives ya whatever you want, gratis.

Henry: Such as...

Race: A pair o’ new shoes with matchin’ laces

Romeo: A permanent box at the Sheepshead races

Henry: Pastrami in the with a sour pickle

Finch: My personal puss on a wooden nickel

Race: Look at me, I’m the king of New York! Suddenly, I’m respectable starin’ right at’cha lousy with stature.

Albert: Nobbin with all the muckity-mucks. I’m blowin’ my dough, and goin’ deluxe.

Race: And there I be! Ain’t I pretty?

Race and Henry: Its my city I’m the king of New York

*Taylor was sitting on the table smiling and laughing*

Jojo: A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it

Les: My very own bed and an indoor turlet

Mush: A barbershop haircut that costs a quarter

Davey: A regular beat for the star reporter!

Race: Am-scray punk, she’s the King of New York!

Katherine and Taylor: Whod’a thunk! I’m the King of New York!

Newsies: We was sunk, pale and pitiful

Katherine and Taylor: Bunch’s wet noodles

Katherine, Taylor, and Newsies: Pulitzer’s poodles!

Les: Almost about to drown in the drink

Buttons: When she fished us out

Race: And drowned us in ink!

Katherine, Taylor: So let’s get drunk!

Newsies: Yeah!

Katherine, Taylor: Not with liquor, fame works quicker- -

“When you’re King of New York! We gotta be either dead or dreamin’ cuz look at that pape with my face beaming. Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it but I was a star for one whole minute!” I saw Taylor’s friends walk down towards the stage.

All of a sudden the girls tripped and fell. Crutchie and I helped them up. “What are you doing here?” Taylor asked the black haired boy. The two boys hopped on stage and came towards us. “I tried to tell him sis but he wouldn’t listen.” The brown haired boy said. “Who are you?” I asked the brown haired boy. “I’m Davey, Taylor’s brother and this is Jack” Davey pointed to the black haired boy just as our Jack was walking out on stage.

Jack’s POV

“What’s going on guys?” I asked. “Taylor’s friends are here.” Davey replied. “Thank you Davey!” I turned to Taylor. “Are you alright?” I asked her. She nodded and held onto Race.

All of a sudden, Taylor’s ex punched me, Crutchie and Race all at once. Taylor and Katherine screamed and the other Newsies rushed on stage trying to help us. All the boys got in a fight while Katherine and Taylor watched from a distance. “Go get help!” Specs called out to the girls. They stood there frozen in place not wanting to go but Katherine grabbed Taylor’s arm and dragged her away.

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