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Post by Irish on Sept 14, 2009 20:18:53 GMT -5
Broadway
He grabbed her hand before she could walk away. "Medda ain't coming on. I'm the act for tonight. I don't know what I'm gonna do, Medda and me were supposed to do something together, but now..." he drifted off, his eyes widening at all the people out there.
Street
Street blushed slightly at Hunter's words, but grinned back anyways. " Heya, Hunter. I suppose life's treatin' me just fine. How's it treatin' ya?" She asked, trying to keep her cheeks clear of color.
Irish
Irish grinned as Poet sat on his lap. "Hey girl. Oi was waitin' for you." He winked at her, wrapping his arms around her. "Are you excited for the show tonight?" He whispered to her. "Maybe Medda'll show us that surprise she's been hintin' at." he suggested.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 14, 2009 20:25:19 GMT -5
Brooke-
"What do ya mean she ain't coming on Ash? All the newsies are waitin' for her suprise." She could feel his discomfort. "I don't understand. What's wrong?" She stared into his eyes but couldn't tell what was bugging him. She looked into the crowd. Street was busy with some guy, Hunter?. Poet was there to but was talking to um... oh Irish. She looked at Mush last. He was sitting there just staring at her probably wondering what was going on.
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Post by Poet on Sept 14, 2009 20:31:20 GMT -5
Poet
She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, she loved his embrace, it made her feel special. She nodded in agreement,"I'm excited it should be good....."she said as she cuddled up against him playfully. She kissed his cheek and smiled ruffling his hair with her hand,"I'm surprised yer even here, ain't ya got work or somethin'?"she asked him as she quirked an eyebrow and waved over one of the bar workers so she could order a drink, she had a long day and it called from some relaxation booze. She grinned at him and looked into his eyes her own dancing with happiness.She winked at him and stuck her tongue out, she was being childish, she had her moments and now happened to be her moment where she didn't have to act like the adult and the one in charge for at least the time being.
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Post by Irish on Sept 14, 2009 20:46:54 GMT -5
Broadway
"Well, you see..." Asher started. "Medda has a cold and can't sing. She was trainin' me to work here with her. I'm nervous, Brooke. I don't know if I can go on..." Asher paled. "I think I'm gonna throw up..." He took a deep breath, trying to settle himself. Then he turned to the crowd.
"Hi everybody, I know you're waitin' for Medda. Well, Medda ain't gonna be able to perform tonight. She has a cold and you know how she is..." Broadway coughed nervously. "I'm Asher, Brooke's brother. I was suppose to perform with Medda tonight, you see... I'm gonna try my best, but I don't now how good it's gonna be. So, does anybody wanna help me?" Asher glanced at Brooke. "I'll be honest. I'm scared, and I'm nervous."
Street
"Broadway!" She cheered, grinning and waving her hand. "He's good! Honest!" She said to some of the skeptical looks. "You'll do great kid!" She turned to Hunter. "What do you think, Hunter?" She asked. "I think he'll do great! No, I know he will!" She nodded, confident.
"Give him some help guys!" Street called to the audience. "I know some of ya bums have ta be able ta sing out there!" She laughed, excited by the atmosphere.
Irish
She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, she loved his embrace, it made her feel special. She nodded in agreement,"I'm excited it should be good....."she said as she cuddled up against him playfully. She kissed his cheek and smiled ruffling his hair with her hand,"I'm surprised yer even here, ain't ya got work or somethin'?"she asked him as she quirked an eyebrow and waved over one of the bar workers so she could order a drink, she had a long day and it called from some relaxation booze. She grinned at him and looked into his eyes her own dancing with happiness.She winked at him and stuck her tongue out, she was being childish, she had her moments and now happened to be her moment where she didn't have to act like the adult and the one in charge for at least the time being.
He laughed at her kiss, enjoying it immensely-to his surprise. "Oi got the night off, one of me boys is coverin' for me. Oi had to see this tonigt." He fixed a smile on his face as he looked at Poet. "Why don't you go sing, Poet? The kid might like that... Oi know Oi would." He winked at her. "Oi'll take one too!" he called to the bartender.
Irish waved his hand frantically, looking very much like a fiver year old. He nodded when the guy held up a drink. "That's the stuff!" he said.
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Post by Brooke on Sept 14, 2009 20:55:24 GMT -5
"Well, you see..." Asher started. "Medda has a cold and can't sing. She was trainin' me to work here with her. I'm nervous, Brooke. I don't know if I can go on..." Asher paled. "I think I'm gonna throw up..." He took a deep breath, trying to settle himself. Then he turned to the crowd.
"Hi everybody, I know you're waitin' for Medda. Well, Medda ain't gonna be able to perform tonight. She has a cold and you know how she is..." Broadway coughed nervously. "I'm Asher, Brooke's brother. I was suppose to perform with Medda tonight, you see... I'm gonna try my best, but I don't now how good it's gonna be. So, does anybody wanna help me?" Asher glanced at Brooke. "I'll be honest. I'm scared, and I'm nervous."
Brooke understood then. Duh- who wouldn't? "I'll stay to help. Or well I'll try to help." She said muttering the last part. To the crowd she said, "Heya guys come on me brudda and me we needs some help up here!" She looked all around. Poet looked like she might come but Brooke wan't sure. Street looked all to comfortable where she was. She linked eyes with Mush silently begging for him to come. Then, finally he stood up and started to the stage. It was all she could do to keep from screaming with joy.
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Post by Poet on Sept 14, 2009 21:35:09 GMT -5
Poet
Poet looked at the poor kid on stage and then to Brooke and Mush, she had to save the day, it was her job. She winked at Irish as she stood handing him her cigarette and her newsie cap,"this is fer you ok..."she said as she headed up to the stage. She looked at Broadway when she reached the stage and hopped up she ruffled his hair and smiled,"I got yer back kid,"she said as she looked from Brooke to Mush,"you two go sit, we got it covered,"she assured them, she wanted the stage not to be crowded. After all Poet was the artistic one, she smiled at the crowd and heard Hunter whistle loudly like a train and she blushed slightly. "Who's readeh ta hear some music?"she hollered out to the audience.She looked down at Irish and winked before pointing to the piano player and waiting as the tune filled the room, she hummed along with it before she began to sing a song she had heard awhile back,"I want a Sunday kind of love...a love to last past Saturday night....I wanna know it's more then love at first sight, I need a Sunday kind of love,"she began.
Hunter
Hunter's jaw dropped he had forgotten how good of a singer Poet actually was. He listened intently and leaned forward in his chair resting his elbows on his knees. He looked at Street momentarily,"I'm perfet doll, isn't this great?"he asked looking back up to Poet on the stage. He whistled again out of his own excitement and made Poet flush slightly from embarassement.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 15, 2009 14:41:04 GMT -5
Brooke
Brooke watched as Poet came down the aisles. She climbed on the stage and ruffled Ashers hair. Then turned to Brooke and Mush "You guys go on" she had said. Brooke looked at Mush and he shrugged. Brooke looked back at Asher and he smiled reassuringly at her. She smiled back as Mush took her by the hand and lead her back to thier table. They sat back down in their seats. Brooked looked down at her hands and realized she and Mush were still holding hands. She blushed slightly at this but was soon comfortable with it.
Back on the stage Poet started singing. Brooke, Mush, and all the others, it seemed, were speachless. Brooke stared at Poet wondering how a voice could be so beautiful...
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Post by Street on Sept 15, 2009 16:52:28 GMT -5
Irish
Irish rubbed out his cigarette and placed Poet's hat on his head. He whistled at her as she went up on stage. "Show them Poet!" He winked back at her, enjoying the moment. Besides him, everyone else was quiet. He leaned back in his chair, watching her.
Broadway
Asher felt a small pinch of panic... He didn't know the song Brooke was singing... He swallowed and watched her, blending into the backdrop a little. He was going to enjoy the show for the moment. Asher nodded, closing his eyes and letting the music swirl around him. This was his gift... Music. Asher had always loved music, any kind of music. And this, Poet's voice, was the best kind of music.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 15, 2009 17:37:33 GMT -5
Broadway
Asher felt a small pinch of panic... He didn't know the song Brooke was singing... He swallowed and watched her, blending into the backdrop a little. He was going to enjoy the show for the moment. Asher nodded, closing his eyes and letting the music swirl around him. This was his gift... Music. Asher had always loved music, any kind of music. And this, Poet's voice, was the best kind of music.
Brooke
Come on Asher, Brooke thought, you can do this! Since they were born Brooke had known Asher had a thing for music. He was always dancin'. She squeezed Mush's hand without realizing it. She heard him ask what was wrong but didn't answer she was too worried about her brother.
Mush
Mush couldn't take his eyes off the stage. Broadway hadn't come out and sang right away. But poet... She had a beautiful voice. Then he felt his hand being squeezed. He looked at Brooke. "Brooke, you ok? What's wrong?" She hadn't answered him. She was staring at the stage as if her life depended on it. Mush was slightly worried about her. He turned his attention back to the stage.
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Post by Poet on Sept 15, 2009 19:09:52 GMT -5
Poet
Poet looked over her shoulder toward Broadway and tilted her head,she finished her song and walked over to him extending her hand to him,"Come on, we'll do something you know,"she whispered to him. She took his hand and gently dragged him toward the middle of the stage,"Help meh out here guys, Asher's gotta get this one started,"she yelled over the crowd of cheering people and they quieted down easily. She slowly let go of Asher's hand and began clapping her hand against her leg slowly and humming High Times Hard Times, she loved that song and she knew Asher could pull it off. She winked at him,"you can do it kid,"she whispered.
Hunter
Hunter grinned as he leaned back in his chair and began clapping his hand against his leg along with Poet,"Come on Asher!!" he hollered in encouragement. He looked over at Irish and laughed at him wearing Poet's hat, he wondered to himself if Irish and Poet would ever end up together. He shook his head clearing it of the thought for now when he absently took Street's hand in his and looked back to the stage.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 15, 2009 19:28:35 GMT -5
Brooke felt a surge of thankfulness when Poet started cheering Asher- well Broadway- on. Ya know I think we could get along... She smiled to herself at this thought. Then she started cheering Broadway on with the rest of them. She really hoped he had enough nerve to do this. What was she saying? She knew he did; he was always singin' an' dancin' when he was little.
Mush saw the terrified look on Broadways face and chuckled at it. All around he heard people cheering him on. He looked over at Brooke's smiling face. Well at least she was happy now, he smiled. When she was happy then so was he. He cheered Broadway on with everyone else.
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Post by Asher on Sept 15, 2009 20:10:47 GMT -5
Broadway
Asher allowed himself to be pulled along. He stood by Poet and felt some of his fear disappear. He too bagan to hum 'High Time, Hard Times'. That was the first song Medda taught him. He relished in the cheers, sharing a glance with Poet-he told her he was ready to begin.
High times, hard times
Sometimes the living is sweet
And sometimes there's nothing to eat
But I always land on my feet
So when there's dry times
I wait for high times and then
I put on my best
And I stick out my chest
And I'm off to the races again!
My good friend the mayor, he called me today
He said all the voters are turning away
"Help me," he cried, "or they'll give me the axe!"
I said, "Your Honor, you've got to relax ..."
He looked at Poet, then at the audience, waiting for them to join in. He smiled brightly at everyone. He knew what he was meant to do. He was meant to sing and perform.
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Post by Mush Meyers on Sept 15, 2009 20:18:46 GMT -5
Yes! He did it! Brooke thought. She sang along with him.
High times, hard times
Sometimes the living is sweet
And sometimes there's nothing to eat
But I always land on my feet
So when there's dry times
I wait for high times and then
I put on my best
And I stick out my chest
And I'm off to the races again!
She soon heard the tones of Mush singing with them. She couldn't have been happier. Then, as only could be expected, she heard everyone in the hall singing. She caught her brother's eye and winked at him. She squeezed Mush's hand once more, but this time she wasn't worried.
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Post by Poet on Sept 15, 2009 20:33:38 GMT -5
Poet grinned and ruffled Asher's hair as she sang along with him, but she hopped off the stage and made her way to Irish. She stood infront of him, well actually over him, a leg on either side of him as she stood and she smirked as she tapped on her hat he was wearing. "Sometimes the livin' is sweet an' sometimes there's nothin' to eat but I always lands on meh feet,"she sang softly but out of her sheer happiness and excitement, unexpected from herself as well as the crowd she sat down in Irish's lap facing him and pulled him close to her by the collar of his shirt and kissed him before she knew what she was doing.
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Post by Street on Sept 15, 2009 20:41:10 GMT -5
Broadway
Broadway winked back at his sister. He continued singing. He felt a moment of panic grip him when Poet left, but he kept the song going. Soon, though, it was finished. "Who wants to hear another one?" He shouted to them The answering reply was deafning. "Okay, okay!" He laughed.
Hello! ma baby
Hello! ma honey
Hello! ma ragtime gal
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, ma heart's on fire!
If you refuse me
Honey, you'll lose me
Then you'll be left alone
Oh, baby, telephone
And tell me I'm your own!
He sang.
Irish
Irish sang along too, his accent adding to the other voices. Then, Poet was standing right in front of him, he laughed, smiled, and sang all at once-not quite sure how he was doing it. "But Oi always land on me feet," He finished. Then, she kissed him. Irish was a little shocked-well more then a little. He placed a hand on her back and deepened the kiss. He pulled away, breathless. "Maybe Oi'll take work off more often..." he said, winking at her.
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(c)Street
