This is for NERDALERTGUYS who has a lot of similarities with me, so this is going to be a long One-shot. I hope you're bored.

Angel sat at the piano and finished playing another song for Medda's rehearsal. She brought my hands up to rub her tired brown eyes. Her long brown hair was pulled back and away from her blue eyes as she stared intently at the sheet music.
"Alright everyone, take 5 while I costume change." As soon as Medda said take five Angel's head was on to keys of the piano giving off a loud CLANG of different pitches.
The last few nights Angel hadn't been getting that much sleep, and rehearsals seemed to be getting longer as the opening night for the songs grew closer.
Angel was slowly drifting off into sleep when she felt someone nudge her, she jumped a little as she cracked open her eyes to see her best friend. Bumlets's black hair came down slowly over his brown eyes. His mouth curved into a smile.
"Hey sleepin' beauty." He stated calmly to the tired girl as he sat next to her on the piano bench.
Angel realised what he had said and her tan cheeks grew warm. "Hey yourself. Why aren't ya out sellin' papes?" Angel's sleepiness was all washed away and replaced with nervous energy.
You see, dear reader, Angel had the biggest crush on Bumlets, but they were also best friends, so instead of telling him her feelings she withheld that information.
"'Ello, earth to Angel." Angel snapped her head out of her thoughts.
"Wha? Sorry, I'm just so..." 'In love with you' is what she thought, but what she said was, "tired..." Then she trailed off.
"Are you sure you're okay? You seem out of it." His eyes grew with worry.
She forced a smile and tried to push the Newsie away from her...
"Bumlets, I swear I'm fine, but you won't be. Medda'll be back soon and she won't take kindly to you being near expensive breakable stuff." Angel tried to shoo him out of the Orchestra area.
He backed up out of the area, "okay, okay. Ise just makin' suah youse okay. I'll se ya at youah show in a few days." He gave her a small wave as he started for the front door to the theatre.
Angel banged her head back onto the keys of the piano. She had just pushed her best friend away... Again... She let out a deep breath as Medda came out of the wings in a brand new dress.
"Alright, let's run High Tide. I'll count you off, 5,6, 5,6,7,8." And Angel came in with the piano part.

[ come on, it's a wiggle break! ~(^_^~) wiggle with me! (~^_^)~ ~(^_^~) (~^_^)~ okay, wiggle break over. Time to get back to the story.]

It wasn't until Angel's first performance as Medda's pianist, when Angel saw Bumlet's again. Medda had one five minute costume change right before closing curtain. THAT small time frame was when she would play her song.
Medda wouldn't care unless it interfered with her show. Angel let out a shaky breath as she looked out into the theatre and saw that it was almost overflowing with Newsies from everywhere. Queens, Mahattan, the Bronx, Brooklyn, etc. she almost wished she hadn't looked past the curtain. So many people... If she messed up she would never live it down...
Someone covered her eyes with their hands and she jumped. "Who is this?" She clawed at their hands trying to get their hands off.
When they pealed their hands away Angel was faced with Bumlets behind her, he was wearing his least tattered jacket, and his mended pants. His hat was respectfully not on indoors. But it was tucked into the waist band of his pants.
"What was that for? Tryin' ta give me a heart attack?" She gripped her chest and still twiddled her fingers.
He backed a few steps away and rose his hands in surrender. "Sorry, Ang, just came back heah ta give ya ma best wishes. Break a leg, well, not literally, but... I can't say what it actually means because it's bad luck in theatah talk, still youse wi-" Angel rolled her eyes at her best friend's rambling.
"I get what ya mean. Youse wish me da best." She placed a delicate hand on his shoulder.
"10 minutes 'til curtian, Orchestra ready your instruments." The stage director called out over the wings (backstage area).
"That's ma que ta leave." Bumlets turned to leave, but stopped. He then turned around and lightly kissed Angel on the cheek. "Foah good luck." He said as he left the stage area.
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I am actually making this into 2 parts because it's so long. Thanks again to NERDALERTGUYS for the suggestion. KEEP READING LOVIES!