Oooooh there's gonna be gayyyy

There's also the fun game of "Hm, how am I going to get this up to 1000 words? What will it actually end up as?" haha. We'll just have to see how this goes.

But things are going their way, so there is that.

Enjoy! :)

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Open the gates and seize the day,

Don't be afraid and don't delay.

Nothing can break us,

No one can make us,

Give our rights away.

All rise and seize the day.

They feel ready to take on anything. Yesterday was a mix of good and bad. True, the newsies had won that battle, but they still lost Crutchy in the process. They'll get him back, though. And they won't lose anyone else.

They can do this.

Determination fills everyone's eyes. Yesterday, they showed Pulitzer and Hearst and everyone else that they're a force to be reckoned with. And that they'll come back stronger than before each time.

At the circulation center, however, there's a sight that none of them wanted to see: a bunch of people with newspapers in their hands.

Scabbers.

Or, people hired by the World to replace the striking newsies.

Right now, it doesn't matter which they are, because they've arrived at the same conclusion: holding the boycotted papers in their hands.

Anyone can visibly see the tension.

For what feels like an eternity, no one moves a muscle.

"Alright everyone," David calls out, trying to keep panic out of his voice. "Remain! Calm!"

Still, silence.

Until Jack shouts the first battle cry. "Let's soak 'em for Crutchy!"

It's good enough for the newsies.

They rush on forwards, running and shouting, ready for a good fight. 

No! David stays where he is. Or at least he tries to: he's hit by a bunch of newsies swarming around him running towards the circulation center.

Really, Jack? Out of all the ways that Jack could have changed but didn't, why did it have to be how he always wants to fight?

Does no one listen to me?

David doesn't have time alone with his thoughts though, nor time to just simmer with resentment; there's too much action happening around him for that. 

There are people everywhere.

It's really hard to tell just what exactly is happening, because in the time it takes to register what's going on, something else happens instead. It's chaos, that's for sure. And this is different than yesterday, with more people here. The newsies still hold their own, though.

Nearly all the scabbers run away, precious papers behind, causing the newsies to cheer.

They stop immediately when the gates open and the police come out.

"Oh, Jack!" Race shouts, in the front of the crowd. "Jack, Jack, it's the crib!" Like they don't all know that. "Scram!" He's the first one to take off running. 

Their fight was never meant to be with those people on their way to sell papers. They were just the decoys. And the newsies played right into the hands of those higher up.

This is going to be a tougher fight.

If it was chaotic before, that's nothing compared to what it is now.

And this time, the Delanceys are out, closer to Jack than he would like.

The newsies are struggling.

Seize the day, they think desparately. We gotta win.

Except it's not going in their favor right now.

Until suddenly, the tables turn.

At first, no one notices. Of course no one does. Who has the time to look up to the rooftops? That is how a bunch of Brooklyn newsies show up and take everyone by surprise. At first, only a few pop up. Then there's more and more.

Finally, Spot Conlon jumps down onto a balcony, surveying the scene. What a mess. 

And finally, people on the ground start noticing that they aren't alone.

"Never fear," Spot declares loud and clear for everyone to hear. "Brooklyn is here."

All the newsies start cheering.

"It's Brooklyn!" Mush shouts gleefully, smile wide.

"Yes!" Kid Blink pumps his fist in the air beside Mush.

"Hey Spot!" Jack shouts up to him, waving. "Over here!"

Meanwhile, Race is watching all of this in awe. He came.

Spot swings down from the balcony, taking out a few guys as he goes. He and Jack spit into their hands and shake, but Spot didn't have enough time to spit so he just licked his hand. With newsies, it doesn't make much difference.

Race knows that he has to get over to where they are.

In his few moments of standing still, he didn't realize that people were closing in on him.

Before he can get over there, he has to get out of here.

And he knows how.

"I give up." He puts his hands in the air, and sits down. "I give up, okay?" Then pulling a fast one, he kicks the guy directly in front of him, stunning him, stands up, punches the man in the face, spins the guy at his side, and dashes out of there.

With Brooklyn's help, it's obvious the newsies are winning.

Kid Blink packs a punch here.

Several Brooklyn newsies with slingshots make some good hits over there.

Boots may be short, but no one's going to expect a twelve year old to punch a man's stomach as hard as he does.

Skittery is knocked down. Several newsies are there to catch him.

"Are you alright?" David asks worriedly.

The newsies help Skittery up, and he punches the guy in the face in retaliation.

Then, Spot, blue eyes ablaze, cap off his head, hair everywhere, expression of I am done with you all on his face, opens the gates, letting the rest of the Brooklyn newsies in. He raises his cane above his head in triumph.

Now everyone is fighting on the ground. And it's clear who it's winning.

The newsies.

They keep fighting, until it's clear who came out on top.

The newsies cheer with their victory.

"Spot! Spot! Spot!" Race yells, finally making it over to him. "You came!"

"Yeah, I did," Spot says, not facing Race yet, the voice not registering in his mind yet. "Bet you didn't believe-" That's when he turns around and is staring Race right in the face, much closer than he thought he would be. They both jump back a little, faces heating up a little.

"I'm glad you came," Race says simply. He won't go for anything else.

Spot opens his mouth, then closes it. All he does is nod.

"I like your hair out like that," Race blurts out. "It looks good."

Before Spot can respond, they, like everyone else, are swept up in all the clamour.

"We did it!" Jack exclaims to David, inches away from his face. Then he hugs him, as if they were the only two people in the world. 

David wasn't ready to move to this so quickly, but he feels all warm and fuzzy inside as this is happening anyways. And he doesn't want it to end.

"Hey!" Denton shouts, trying to get everyone's attention. "Jack! David! Boys! Picture! Picture!"

Picture!

That's when it finally registers in all of their heads.

They're going to get their picture taken.

They're going to be in the papes.

They are going to be in the papers.

If only they get in front of Denton's camera fast enough.

Everyone scrambles to a position, no one quite standing still, but this is what Denton is going to have to work with.

"Freeze!" Denton shouts.

And, to the best of their ability, they do.

They hear the camera flash.

And know that tomorrow, things will be brighter.

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This scene is always fun to write.

Even though I'm very bad at fight scenes haha.

This isn't actually too bad. 1100+ words.

I had all the things: Blush, Javid, Sprace.
:)

And, most importantly...

...The perfect transition into one of the best scenes of Newsies.

Please, no homophobia, profanities, hate etc in the comment section.

Best,

~Your Beloved Author (who actually wrote this in 34 minutes and is pleasantly surprised)