brooklyn bad boy ☞ spot conlon

seven - king of new york

Once the two finally detached from eachother, Spot gave her a smile and ran towards the gates, he opened them and there on the other side, an army of Newsies waiting to be let in.

"Brooklyn!!" Jack yelled.

With the help of Brooklyn, the Newsies were able to push the scabbers back through the door.

Denton then came in, carrying his camera.

"Jack! Kids, freeze!" He shouted as Lucy ran beside David, accidentally stepping on his foot in the process.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Davey." She apologized. Right before the camera flashed, she felt an arm snake around her waist. Her face turned to shock as the light blinded her. She turned to see Spot.

He gave her a nod and tight lipped smile before disappearing into the crowd.

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The boys and girl had eventually met back at the lodge. Race ran up to her, worry evident on his face.

"Lucy! Are you alright?" He asked noticing the yellowing bruise on her face along with a bloody lip.

She laughed. "I'm fine." Lucy cringed ya the slight twinge of pain that flushed through her lip as she spoke.

He sighed, relief flowing through his body.

"Come on, we are meeting Denton at Tibby's." Her brother said, putting an arm over her shoulder.

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"Hey fellas!" Denton said walking into the restaurant.

A jumble of 'hey's were passed around the tiny restaurant.

"Hey, Hey, big time." He then said, putting a paper on the table.

"Whatcha got there, Jack?" Boots asked.

"Where's me picture? Where's me picture?" Spot asked, jumping up and down. Trying to contain his excitement.

"Hey, all them words there." Boots smiled. "They all about us?"

"Hey, look at you, Jack." Mush said, giggling like a kid in a candy store. "You look like a general or something."

"Get your fingers off my face." Jack swatted the over excited boy.

"Where does it say my name? Where's my name?!" Spot continued pushing. He skimmed the paper.

"Quit thinkin about yourself." Lucy laughed out.

Davey and Denton exchanged a few words at the back of the joint while everyone crowded Jack excitedly.

"So what? You get your picture in the pape, so what's that get you, huh?" Skittery sighed.

Lucy's smile faded. "What are you talkin about, huh?"

"Shut up, boy. You've been in a bad mood all day." Jack yelled at him.

"I'm not in a bad mood." Skits defended himself.

"Yeah, glum and dumb." Race hit the boy, sending him into Mush.

"Race! Come on guys, let's not attack the fella. Just forget he said anything." Lucy said, only getting ignored. She threw her hands up in the air in anguish.

"What's the matta with you? You're in the papes, you're famous!" Race continued. "You're famous, you get anything you want. That's what's so great about New York." His arms flailing everywhere in excitement.

"A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces"

Mush started singing, kneeling down.

"A permanent box at Sheepshead races."

Race continued.

"A porcelain tub with boilin' water."

Spot added, nearly making Lucy's knees go weak. His smooth voice spitting out lyrics.

A Saturday night with the Mayor's daughter

Blink adds.

Look at me
I'm the King of New York

Race pulled his sister up on the table with him as they tap danced together. Lucy chuckled.

Suddenly, I'm respectable
Starin' right at 'cha
Lousy with stature

Nobbin' with all the muckety mucks
I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe
Jack leaned back into the table, relaxing with a sigh.

And there I be, ain't I pretty?
Lucy snatched the pape outta jack's hands.

It's my city, I'm the King of New York...
Jack, Lucy, and Race sang in sync.

A corduroy suit with fitted knickers
Les rocked in his chair.

A mezzanine seat to see the flickers
Boots smiled.

Havana cigars that cost a quarter
Snipe pretended to smoke a toothpick.

An editor's desk for the Star Reporter
David smirked at Denton, who was busy chomping on his chicken wing.

Tip your hat
He's the King of New York

How 'bout that
I'm the King of New York
Denton started boasting as the boys lifted him into the air whilst he was sitting in his chair.

In nothing flat
He'll be covering
Brooklyn to Trenton
Our man Denton

Makin' a headline out of a hunch
Protecting the weak and payin' for lunch
When I'm at bat, strong men crumble
Proud yet humble
I'm the King of New York
(He's the King of New York)

I gotta be either dead or dreamin'
'Cause look at that pape with my face beamin'
Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it
But I was a star for one whole minute

Startin' now
I'm the King of New York
Ain't ya heard? I'm the King of New York

Holy cow, it's miracle

Pulitzer's cryin'
Weasel, he's dyin'
Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun
I'm one highfalutin' son of a gun

Don't ask me how
Fortune found me
Fate just crowned me
Now I'm King of New York

Look and see
Once a piker
Now a striker
I'm the King of New York

Victory
Front page story
Guts and glory
I'm the King of New York"

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Hey guys! Sorry for such a short chapter! But I promise the next ones will be longer and more interesting!!
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