So..... Forgot to tell you guys, lol, sorry...
But I am now playing Miss Medda Larkins In Newsies ! 🩷-🎭-🎀-👠 —❀° ིྀ

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So..... Forgot to tell you guys, lol, sorry...
But I am now playing Miss Medda Larkins In Newsies ! 🩷-🎭-🎀-👠 —❀° ིྀ
listen newsies fandom i’m GAY and NEW IN TOWN. please accept me
“Does she mean....?”
“Yup.”
things i noticed whilst watching newsies live again today
- during seize the day when Jeremy Jordan and Ben Fankhauser run offstage bc they can’t dance
- how during king of new york ben f. is shoved to the back where you cant see him and when you do see him he is very visibly counting along to the music
- SPECS DOES THE WORM ON THE TABLE IN THE BACK NEAR THE END OF KING OF NEW YORK’
- at the end of Watch What Happens (Reprise) when Les says ‘and I gotta date!’ and Davey steals his hat, Jack hits Les with his own hat, Les steals back his hat and promptly hits Jack on the chest with it
- I want to applaud the costume department for giving Katherine’s dress a little hook so she could hook the skirt to her belt for the dance solo
- how Ethan (Les) is also shoved to the back during king of new york
- when Tommy Boy is doing the pirouettes at the end of the song he does the focusing thing where you keep your eyes on one spot as long as you can and then spin your head real quick and get sight of the spot again to avoid getting dizzy and its really cool to watch because you wouldn’t notice unless you knew the trick and the above shot shows that his head is turning much slower than his body
- when jack says ‘keep your shirt on!’ to the kid in front of him just before the world will know and the kid starts pulling at his shirt as if saying something like ‘oh you want me to keep my shirt on, eh? what if I just take it off?’
- the same kid leaping clear to the other side of the stage when Les yells “LET THE MAN WORK IT OUT!”
- at the end of the world will know when they get thrown out of Pulitzer’s office and Davey is lying on the ground holding his hip like an old man
- on a similar note; Les yelling at that guard dude? inspirational? i love one (1) boy??
“What is wrong with you?”
“Are you blind? She got no clothes on!”
Have some of my WIP bc I have no self control and am procrastinating an essay by writing this
Don’t get Jack wrong, he loved Youth Summer Theatre. He loved working with kids, and he loved theatre. Win/win.
But the waking up at six am in the middle of summer? That, he could do without.
Of course, Medda and Crutchie woke up the same time he did, and that made it a little more bearable. They could eat breakfast together and keep each other from falling asleep again, something they were all prone to do.
“Bonjour, Jacque,” Crutchie muttered sleepily.
“Bonjour, Béquille,” Jack responded. Crutchie originally lived in Canada, where he spoke both English and Canadian French. He learned French first though and had a strict “no English before coffee” rule.
“Café s'il vous plaît?” he whined.
“Oui,” Jack answered. He knew about ten words in French. Bonjour (Hello), Jacque (Jack), Maman (Medda), Béquille (Crutchie), s’il vous plaît (please), merci (thank you), pas d'anglais avant café (no English before coffee) and of course, bon sang, Jacque, tu connard (dammit, Jack, you asshole).
“Comment vais-je faire face aux enfants toute la journée?” Crutchie muttered into the table.
“Bon sang, Béquille, I don’t speak French and you know it.”
“Pas d'anglais avant café,” Crutchie said in a teasing voice.
“Damn you,” Jack muttered.
“Good morning,” Medda yawned, stumbling into the kitchen. “Did you two sleep well?”
“Yeah,” Jack answered.
“Pas d'anglais avant café,” Crutchie said.
Medda looked at him.
“Oui.”
“See, you can understand,” Medda said, taking the coffee pot from Jack and pouring her own cup.
“Va te faire foutre.” Kiss my ass. Jack snorted. He knew that phrase too.
“So, who’s ready for day two?”
Jack’s phone dinged. “Not Race, apparently.”
Medda raised an eyebrow as she sipped her coffee. “Shouldn’t he already be on the road by now?”
Jack looked back at his phone. “That may be why he sent the word ‘fuck,’ fifteen times in one message.”
Crutchie snorted. “Idiot.”
“Hey, that one was English!” Jack pointed out in glee.
“C'est pareil dans les deux langues, idiot.”
Jack groaned.
Medda rolled her eyes. “Alright, boys, get going. Charlie, you’ve had coffee, please speak English to your brother now.”
“Oui, mais seulement une tasse,” Crutchie said.
Medda glared at him more.
“Fine,” he muttered.
(All translations are from Google, and are somewhere in the text except
‘Café s'il vous plaît?’ - ‘Coffee please?’
‘Comment vais-je faire face aux enfants toute la journée?’ - ‘How am I supposed to deal with kids all day?’
‘C'est pareil dans les deux langues, idiot’ - ‘It’s the same in both languages, idiot’
‘oui, mais seulement une tasse’ - ‘yes, but only one cup’)