A burning sensation shot through me as a bright beam of light shot out of my chest. I flinched away and closed my eyes. This was really happening. The moment I have waited for my entire life was finally happening. Once the light dimmed enough for me to see ahead of me I opened my eyes. I saw the legendary Spot Conlon gracefully use a pulley to come down from the roof he was on and land in front of me. He looked at me up and down, his face unreadable.

In the corner of my eye, I saw a tall man run up to me with a club. I dodged his attack and kneed him in the groin causing him to fall over. I had to remember that we were still getting attacked otherwise I would have stared at my newly found soulmate for quite some time.

The Brooklyn boys helped defeat the goons and we walked out of the battle scene smiling. I laughed beside Crutchie as he limped to Tibby's. I saw in the corner of my eye Spot walking up to me. "So you're my soulmate?" Spot said his words laced with his thick Brooklyn accent.

I didn't know what to say. This was my moment to shine, to show him I am really his soulmate. First impressions are everything. I didn't want to look like an idiot in front of my soulmate, let alone the king of Brooklyn himself. So I said the first thing that came to mind. "𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉?" I asked praying that I said the right thing.

His eyes widened as his tattoo lit up and shot a beam of bright white light into the sky. The other newsies turned to us in awe and surprise. When his tattoo dimmed and turned a blue color he looked at me and walked ahead.

"Wait!" I said catching up to him. "That's it? You finally meet your soulmate and you just walk away after one question?" I asked looking at him. 

"What do you want me to ask?" He asked. 

"I don't know, I think newly found soulmates should get to know each other." I shrugged, "You don't even know my name." I said softly. "Then what's your name princess?" He asked turning to face me. "Y/N."

We got interrupted by a man yelling. "Over here newsies! Everyone get in the frame!" He was standing in front of a camera waving us over. I looked at Jack and he shrugged. We walked over there and stood where he wanted us to. "Now everyone smile! 3...2....1!" Before the camera flashed Spot slipped his arm around my waist. I half-smiled, not really knowing what was going on.

Davey cheered and pat Denton on the back. "Our man Denton got us on the pape!" He exclaimed and many newsies were confused including me. "We have to celebrate!" Jack said, holding up a pape.

We all got into Tibby's and circled around Jack and the pape. "So you got us onto the pape?" Someone asked. Denton chuckled. "You got yourself on the paper, I just need to make sure you stay there."

There was a lot of commotion. Lots of people wanted to see where they were, and others made comments about how other people looked. I peered over Jack's shoulder and saw myself. I looked a bit strange in the photo but at least I wasn't drooling like some of the boys.

"Who cares if we're on the pape?" Skittery sassed. 

 "If you're in the pape you'se famous!" Jack said. "And when you're famous you gets whatever you want!" Race exclaimed.

Skittery rolled his eyes, not convinced. "Such as?"

"A brand new dress with frills and laces..." I sing.

"A permanent box at the Sheepshead Races..." Race sings.

"A porcelain tub with boiling water..." Spot sang his Brooklyn accent really prominent.

"A Saturday night with the mayor's daughter!" Kid Blink exclaimed standing on the table.

"Look at me! I'm the King of New York!" Race said jumping on the table. We all chuckled and Race did a little dance. "Suddenly, I'm respectable, staring right at ya, lousy with stature."

"Noddin' with all the muckety mucks. I'm blowing my dough and going deluxe." Jack said, crossing his legs in a chair and smirking.

I snatched the pape from Race and hopped on my own table. "And there I be, ain't I pretty? It's my city. I'm the queen of New York!" I sang winking at the newsies.

Other newsies sang and we danced around and had a good time.

"Making a headline out of a hunch!" We were now singing about Denton.

"Protecting the weak!" Someone shouted. "And paying for lunch." Race smirked.

"When I'm at bat, strong men crumble!" Denton sings.

"Proud yet humble," Someone chuckled.

"I'm the King of New York!"

"I gotta be either dead or dreaming, cause look at that pape with my face beaming." We all pointed to the pape on the table. "Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it...But I was a star for one whole minute!"

We all joked around for a couple more minutes. "Victory! Frontpage story! Guts and Glory! I'm the king of New York!" We finished the song and laughed.

We had the numbers now. We had my soulmate and the rest of New York on our side, there was nothing that we couldn't do!