Newsies The Musical One Shot

You had travelled far and wide across America to get the best shots. You had always enjoyed being a photographer and especially enjoyed photographing the different landscapes that the great nation offered. No city was the same as the last and there was always a new angle to view it from. You had returned back to New York, where you had visited a couple of times before to meet a friend and whilst you were there getting some more pictures for your portfolio. Although you didn't specialise in portraits, you got a good pay from the friends you had made along the way to photograph them and that was the main way you had funded your hobby.

With some time to spare before you headed off to your next destination, you sat down on a public bench and began to flick through your portfolio, including the new pictures you had added from this current trip to New York. You looked through the cities you had travelled and fondly looked back at the memories you had from each of them.

"You've been to Sante Fe?" A voice asked, making you snap out of the memories of the photographs.

You looked to the back of the bench where a young man sat, leaning over to look at the album on your lap.

"Yeah," you nodded. "Have you?"

The man shook his head, pushing his hat back slightly to let you see his face clearer.

"Nah. It's the dream though," he smiled fondly. "Get out of here and head west to Sante Fe."

"What's stopping you?" You asked.

He laughed, standing up so that he could pull out his pockets to expose the empty and torn fabric they contained.

"I can't afford to cross the street, let alone travel the country."

You pondered for a second before smiling up at him.

"Well lucky for you, I am in a generous mood. I'm heading back there tomorrow; my train is at 6.15am. I have two tickets, one was for my friend, we were going to head there together, and she'd carry on to the bright lights of Hollywood, but she changed her plans, so I have an extra ticket."

You couldn't read the expression on his face. He seemed excited, terrified, confused and everything else in between.

"I can't afford to pay you," he stated.

You shrugged your shoulders. "I believe in supporting dreams. I wouldn't have the life I have today without some generosity along the way. You don't have to come, I know I'm a stranger offering to take you across the country on my own dime, but if you're interested, I'll be at the station in the morning."

"I want to kiss you," he said, his expression dropping in fear of what he had said and how it had been out of term.

"Maybe get to know me first," you chuckled. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Jack. Jack Kelly."

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Written by Charlotte.

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