Cassie's Santa Fe Adventure - By ShoeGoil (Cassie)
DISCLAIMER ~ Newsies is the property of Disney. But I am the property of myself. I know I am an
interesting person, so I don't blame you for wanting to put me in your stories. Please ask for
permission, so I can make sure that you are my friend, otherwise I don't want a story written
about me. Um, yeah. I am also the owner of the name ShoeGoil. That is my name. Do not steal
my name. I am cool cuz that is my name. Thank you. I luv you!! (in a non- david/denton way, of
course!!)
Part 6
�I can�t beleive ya� tawked me inta doin� dis, Shoe!� We were standing at the back of the saloon�s litle stage, wiating for the sign from the owner to begin our performance. Someone was playing a piano, the tinny-sound could barely be heard above the rough laughter and shouting of the already -filling crowd. The stench of cigarette and cigar smoke, mixed with beer, saturated the air.
�Don�t be nervous, Jack! We�re gonna do great.� I hugged him, and he hugged back. The lights out in the house started to dim, and the noise of the rowdy men subsided. Jack and I looked at eachother, frightened out of our minds. The piano started to tonk author�s note: YES, TONK! out a familiar rune, and I sisterly kissed Jack on the cheek before shoving him on the stage. He started to sing his song, and I watched dreamily.
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An hour later, Jack and I were sitting in his room, counting the money we had made.
�I had no idea they were gonna throw money onto the stage, Jack!� He grinned.
�Aw, dey just did it cuz youse a goil, and dey likes goils.� I hit him on the head lightly.
�Jack, just think. If we did this well tonight, how are we gonna do tomorrow night, when more people know about us? And the night after, and the night after?! It�s gonna be great!!�
�Aw, Shoe, youse crazy. Dey ain�t gonna keep comin� ovah and ovah again!� He was being serious, I could tell he was worried about it.
�Well, Jack. We�re gonna have to make the show different. Let�s get costumes!� He stared at me like I was crazy.
�Now you really IS crazy, Shoe. We�s supposed to be making money, not spending it!�
�Jack, it is a good investment. Don�tcha see? If we get costumes, we will be able to charge Mister Saddle more for having us perform here, and maybe other saloons will want us, too!�
�I dunno if I want to be performing other places. The Saddle Inn is kinda a family like place, not dirty like some of da odda� places.� Cowboy waited for my reaction.
�What are you worried about, anyways?�
�I�m worried about you, Cassie. I know youse used ta rough men, but I guess I am just worried �boutcha.�
�Jack, that means a lot to me. And I am not used to rough men.�
�You�re the saloon goil, and youse not used to rough men?�
�I am not a saloon goil. Before I got to Santa Fe, the only saloon I had ever been to was at Disneyland.� He looked at me, confused. �What I am trying to say is, well, I am from the future.� He stared at me for a few seconds, then his face broke into a wide grin.
�That�s a good one, Shoe. You almost got me for a second.�
�I swear it is true, Jack. That is how I know all about the strike. A movie is made about you guys.�
�A movie, huh? And what is that?� I shrugged my shoulders. How could I prove it? Then it hit me. My cd player!
�Jack, I want you to listen to something, okay?� I got my cd player out, and put the headphones on him. Then I turned to song number three, Santa Fe. I sat there, watching his expression.
�Hey, is dat, is dat me?� I nodded my head up and down. �Wow. And you listen to this?� I nodded my head again. �And you like it?�
�What are you getting at, Kelly?�
�I�s just not used ta people likin da way I sing, and wanting to listen to it over and over again.�
�Get used to it. Where I am from, the year 1998, girls love you.�
�Are you one of dose goils?� I shrugged and looked away from him. It always embarressed me when I got asked questions like that! �Cuz it�s okay if youse one of dose goils.� He pulled me into his arms and started to kiss me.
Part 6
�I can�t beleive ya� tawked me inta doin� dis, Shoe!� We were standing at the back of the saloon�s litle stage, wiating for the sign from the owner to begin our performance. Someone was playing a piano, the tinny-sound could barely be heard above the rough laughter and shouting of the already -filling crowd. The stench of cigarette and cigar smoke, mixed with beer, saturated the air.
�Don�t be nervous, Jack! We�re gonna do great.� I hugged him, and he hugged back. The lights out in the house started to dim, and the noise of the rowdy men subsided. Jack and I looked at eachother, frightened out of our minds. The piano started to tonk author�s note: YES, TONK! out a familiar rune, and I sisterly kissed Jack on the cheek before shoving him on the stage. He started to sing his song, and I watched dreamily.
***************
An hour later, Jack and I were sitting in his room, counting the money we had made.
�I had no idea they were gonna throw money onto the stage, Jack!� He grinned.
�Aw, dey just did it cuz youse a goil, and dey likes goils.� I hit him on the head lightly.
�Jack, just think. If we did this well tonight, how are we gonna do tomorrow night, when more people know about us? And the night after, and the night after?! It�s gonna be great!!�
�Aw, Shoe, youse crazy. Dey ain�t gonna keep comin� ovah and ovah again!� He was being serious, I could tell he was worried about it.
�Well, Jack. We�re gonna have to make the show different. Let�s get costumes!� He stared at me like I was crazy.
�Now you really IS crazy, Shoe. We�s supposed to be making money, not spending it!�
�Jack, it is a good investment. Don�tcha see? If we get costumes, we will be able to charge Mister Saddle more for having us perform here, and maybe other saloons will want us, too!�
�I dunno if I want to be performing other places. The Saddle Inn is kinda a family like place, not dirty like some of da odda� places.� Cowboy waited for my reaction.
�What are you worried about, anyways?�
�I�m worried about you, Cassie. I know youse used ta rough men, but I guess I am just worried �boutcha.�
�Jack, that means a lot to me. And I am not used to rough men.�
�You�re the saloon goil, and youse not used to rough men?�
�I am not a saloon goil. Before I got to Santa Fe, the only saloon I had ever been to was at Disneyland.� He looked at me, confused. �What I am trying to say is, well, I am from the future.� He stared at me for a few seconds, then his face broke into a wide grin.
�That�s a good one, Shoe. You almost got me for a second.�
�I swear it is true, Jack. That is how I know all about the strike. A movie is made about you guys.�
�A movie, huh? And what is that?� I shrugged my shoulders. How could I prove it? Then it hit me. My cd player!
�Jack, I want you to listen to something, okay?� I got my cd player out, and put the headphones on him. Then I turned to song number three, Santa Fe. I sat there, watching his expression.
�Hey, is dat, is dat me?� I nodded my head up and down. �Wow. And you listen to this?� I nodded my head again. �And you like it?�
�What are you getting at, Kelly?�
�I�s just not used ta people likin da way I sing, and wanting to listen to it over and over again.�
�Get used to it. Where I am from, the year 1998, girls love you.�
�Are you one of dose goils?� I shrugged and looked away from him. It always embarressed me when I got asked questions like that! �Cuz it�s okay if youse one of dose goils.� He pulled me into his arms and started to kiss me.