NEWSIES

1-­‐  Brooklyn’s  Here    

Newspaper  shows  EXTRA!  EXTRA!    Enter  from  back  of  gym  one  at  a  time-­‐  yelling  “EXTRA!  EXTRA!  READ  ALL  ABOUT  IT!  GET  YOUR  PAPER  HERE!  1  CENT!”    Go  to  sit  on  riser  and  “lounge  around”  talking  to  each  other.  Hop  up  when  music  starts-­‐  roll  paper.  Raise  paper  up  when  your  part  sings:  

 1-­‐  Newsies  need  our  help  today!  2-­‐  Newsies  need  our  help  today!  1-­‐  Tell  ‘em  Brooklyn’s  on  their  way!  2-­‐  Tell  ‘em  Brooklyn’s  on  their  way!  We’re  from  Brooklyn!  1-­‐  We  are  Newsies!  2-­‐  We  are  Brooklyn!  BOTH-­‐  Newsies!    BOTH-­‐  Just  got  word  that  our  buddies  are  hurtin’  Facing  total  disaster  for  certain  That’s  our  cue,  boys,  it’s  time  to  go  slummin’  Hey  Manhattan,  the  calvary’s  comin’    2-­‐  Have  no  fear!  1-­‐  You  know  we  got  your  back  from  way  back!  2-­‐  Brooklyn’s  here!  1-­‐  We’ll  get  your  pay  back  with  some  paybacks!    BOTH-­‐  We’re  the  boys  from  the  beaches  of  Brighton,  Prospect  Park  and  the  Navy  Yard  Pier.    Strikes  ain’t  fun  but  they  sure  is  excitin’  Loud  and  clear!  Brooklyn’s  here!  Brooklyn’s  here!    8  Measures  –  Dance  Steps-­‐  OPEN  PAPER  TO  SHOW  “STRIKE”        

   

2-­‐  Carrying  The  Banner    

PAPER  SHOWS  “STRIKE!”    BOTH-­‐  From  Bottle  Alley  or  the  harbor,  there’s  easy  pickins’  guaranteed.    Try  any  banker,  bum  or  barber.  They  almost  all  knows  how  to  read.    It’s  a  crooked  game  we’re  playin’,  one  we’ll  never  lose,  long  as  suckers  don’t  mind  payin’,  Just  to  get  bad  news!    Ain’t  it  a  fine  life,  carrying  the  banner  through  it  all.  A  mightly  fine  life,  carrying  the  banner  tough  and  tall.      When  that  bell  rings,  we  goes  where  we  wishes,  we’s  as  free  as  fishes.    Sure  beats  washin’  dishes!  What  a  fine  life,  carrying  the  banner  home  free  all!    3  measures-­‐  Dance  Steps    It  takes  a  smile  that  spreads  like  “buddah.”    The  kind  what  turns  a  lady’s  head.    It  takes  a  orphan  with  a  stutter.    Who’s  also  blind..    and  mute..    and  dead!    (no  solos)    Summer  stinks  and  winter’s  freezin’  When  you  works  outdoors.  Start  out  sweatin’  end  up  sneezin’  In  between  it  pours!    TUCK  PAPER  UNDER  ARM-­‐  BEGIN  HANDCLAPS  ON  BEATS  2  &  4    Still,  it’s  a  fine  life-­‐  carrying  the  banner  with  me  chums!  A  bunch  o’  big  shots,  tossin’  out  a  freebie  to  the  bums.      Hey!  What’s  the  hold  up?  Waitin’  makes  me  antsy  I  likes  livin’  chancy  Harlem  to  Delancy  What  a  fine  life-­‐    (END  CLAPS)    carrying  the  banner  tough  and  tall!    4  measures    

   

3-­‐  Santa  Fe    

CHORUS  HOLD  PAPERS  UP  DURING  SOLOS-­‐  SHOWS  “NEWSIES  CRUSHED!”    SOLO  #1-­‐  OWEN  So  folks,  we  finally  got  our  headline.  "Newsies  Crushed  as  Bulls  Attack"    SOLO  #2-­‐  OWEN  Crutchie's  calling  me,  Dumb  crip's  just  too  damn  slow.    SOLO  #1-­‐  ALEX  Guys  are  fightin',  bleedin'  fallin'  thanks  to  good  ole'  Captain  Jack.    SOLO  #3-­‐  ANGELINA  Captain  Jack  just  wants  to  close  his  eyes  and  go.    ALL:    TUCK  PAPERS  UNDER  ARM  (Gentle  swaying)    Let  me  go.  Far  away.  Somewhere  they  won't  never  find  me,    and  tomorrow  won't  remind  me  of  today.  When  the  city's  finally  sleepin'.  And  the  moon  looks  old  and  grey.  I  get  on  a  train  that’s  bound  for  Santa  Fe.    And  I'm  gone.  And  I'm  done.  No  more  running.  No  more  lying.  No  more  fat  old  man  denying  me  my  pay.  Just  a  moon  so  big  and  yellow,  it  turns  night  right  into  day.  Dreams  come  true.  Yeah  they  do  in  Santa  Fe.              

 

4-­‐  KING  OF  NEW  YORK    

PAPER  TURN  TO  NEWSIES  STOP  THE  WORLD  &  PIC    

Bob  on  beat  during  intro  ALL: A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces! A permanent box at Sheepshead races! Pastrami on rye with a sour pickle! My personal puss on a wooden nickel! Look at me- I'm the king of New York! 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 There I be- Ain't I pretty? It's my city- I'm the king of New York! A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it.  My very own bed and an indoor “ter-let” A barbershop haircut that costs a quarter A regular beat for the star reporter Amscray punk! She’s the king of New York! (At Katherine- reporter): We was sunk, pale and pitiful, Bunch of wet noodles, Pulitzer’s poodles Almost about to drown in the drink When she fished us out and drowned us in ink! So (shout) LET’S GET DRUNK! Not with liquor, fame works quicker when You’re the king of New- Friends may flee, Let ‘em ditch ya! Snap one pitcha- you’re the king of New- History! Front page story, guts and glory I’m the king of New York! PAPER UP! (Freeze)

5-­‐  Something  to  Believe  In  (No  Papers)  

ALL:  Til the moment I found you, I thought I knew what love was. Now I'm learning what is true, That love will do what it does. The world finds ways to sting you And then one day, decides to bring you- Something to believe in- For even a night. One night may be forever, But that's alright, that's alright. And if you're gone tomorrow, What was ours still will be. I have something to believe in, Now that I know you believed in me. I have something to believe in, Now that I know you believed in me.

6-­‐  SEIZE  THE  DAY  PAPERS TO STRIKE!    1- Now is a time to seize the day 2- Now is a time to seize the day 1- Answer the call and don’t delay 2- Answer the call and don’t delay BOTH: Wrongs will be righted If we're united Let us seize the day BOTH: Now let ‘em hear me loud and clear (no echo) Like it or not we’re drawing near Proud and defiant We’ll slay the giant Judge- ment day is here! Houston to Harlem Look what’s been done One for all and all for one! Houston to Harlem Look what’s begun One for all and all for one----- One for all------- All for one-------- POSE!