- Chapter 29 - "Shut Up, Joe!" -
Warnings: Slight sadness at points, but mostly happiness
A/N, I'm posting this because it's the strike anniversary, so enjoy the chapter lol (:
Third Person POV
Newsies: And the world will know,
we've been keeping score
Either they give us our rights
Or we give them a war
We've been down to long
And we've payed our dues
And the things we do today,
Will be tomorrow's news
And the die is cast
And the torch is cast
And the roar will rise
From the streets below
And our ranks will grow
And grow, and grow
And grow, and grow, and
Jack walks out onto a balcony.
Race noticed Pulitzer and Roosevelt behind him.
His eyebrows furrow. Why is Roosevelt here...?
Race looks around at some other Newsies.
That can't be good, can it?
"Newsies of New York!" Jack shouts, gaining everyone's attention.
Everyone fell silent, looking up at him in anticipation.
Race crosses his fingers, taking slow breaths in and out to calm himself down.
Please, God, let us win.
We have to have won.
Please.
Race felt a hand on his shoulder.
He looks back at the person, finding Spot.
Spot shoots him a half awkward try-of-an-attempt-of-a-comforting smile.
Before Race could do anything, Jack had shouted something.
Jack grins. "We won!" He yells.
The Newsies all start cheering.
Race's mouth fell open in shock as he was grabbed in hugs from many people.
One being Spot.
Immediately when they realized, both of them pulled away, stammering apologizes and blushing.
After a moment, Jack quieted everyone down. "And now, my very own personal pal, Governor Theodore Roosevelt himself!" He exclaims, gesturing to Roosevelt as he steps to the side.
The crowd claps.
The Newsies share awestruck looks with each other as Roosevelt steps forward to speak.
Race just stared up at him. He helped us win?
The Governor?
Really?
Roosevelt clears his throat before speaking. "Each generation must, at the height of it's power, step aside and invite the young to share the day. You have laid claim to our world and I believe the future, in your hands, will be bright and prosperous." He declares, smiling.
Medda-who looked pretty impressed- claps.
Race turns to face Albert. "I don't even know what that means and I'm very excited about it." He tells him.
Albert was still staring up at Roosevelt. "Me too." He whispers in response, a grin on his face.
It made Race happy to see his friends and family this happy, but something in him still felt sad.
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