(this is when the strike is still going on btw)

Manhattan, 1899.

[You, Crutchie, Race, Albert, Romeo, Henry, Specs, Davey, Les, Elmer, Tommy Boy, Jojo, and the other Manhattan Newsies were all slouching around in Jacobi’s Deli, drinking some free water in glass cups.]

[You were exhausted from yesterday, the second day of forming the strike against The World. You sat in between Les and Davey, sighing, laying your face in the palm of your hands. I mean, this is what you get; you’re the one who started the strike against Pulitzer with the Manhattan Newsies. You should be exhausted.]

[Les was laying his head on the table, probably sleeping. Davey was just staring into space, drinking out of the glass. Specs, Romeo, Race, and Henry were all just chasing each other around the diner. And the others were just chatting with each other, joking around, typical Newsie behavior. Everything just… stayed the same. That was, until someone walked into the diner.]

[That someone? Katherine Plumber. The girl you failed to impress twice, who you had formed… something… for her, and just met a couple days ago. You had promised to give her a story from all the Newsies, and here she was.]

“Hello…” “Pretty lady!” “Damn…” [some of the Newsies spoke as they saw her walk by them, as they either all sat up more, adjusted their hats and hair, or just stared at her.]

“Mr. Kelly… hello.” [she spoke, looking at you. She had a smile on her face, probably a fake one, but a smile nonetheless.]