For Even A Night ❉ Newsies

Watch What Happens (Jack's Version)

Jack paced across the fire escape, biting his nails and playing with his cap. Today he vowed to go down to The Sun and ask Pulitzer for Katherine's hand in marriage, or more commonly put, his blessing for them to get married. Even if Pulitzer said no he was gonna do it anyways; this is Jack Kelly we're talking about now. But here Jack was while all the boys were still asleep down in the Lodging House, pacing a rooftop and freaking out.

What if he says no right to his face?

What if he never allows her to see him again?

What if-

Jack let out a groan of frustration and banged his fists against the rail. No, no more what ifs.

He had to get this right. He couldn't screw it up. The strike would be forgotten. It's been 2 years. A ring. Oh no. He hadn't even bought a ring. Sure he'd been saving up for one but- nevermind he'll find one somehow. Jack paced faster across the rooftop muttering under his breath.

"Think what you know, isn't that what they say, I don't know what to think, am I really doing this?

This is big Jack-ie don't screw it up, this is not some normal girl you'll marry. Poor little newsboy versus rich greedy sourpuss, ha! It's a cinch! Just be yourself! No don't be stupid. . . Have I really mentioned I have no clue how to do this?!

Am I insane? This is what I've been waiting for. Well that, and needing to do a proposal. A ring? You need a ring! How the hell? It's a lot of money! Look, just go and marry her!

Not only that there's a suit and a tie, a reception, a priest, and a thousand other things. Get a blessing, get a ring, make a plan and suddenly, this will work out better!

Give this little guy a chance and then you'll find I'll be good for her,
I'll live and breathe her everyday,
goodbye to Santa Fe,
Just let me marry her,
And who's been there with her camera and her pen,
As we've turned into men,
She's been with us all along,
She's righted all of our wrongs,

She thinks that I'm handsome, heroic, charismatic, well also a plain spoken know nothing skirt chasing cocky little-
That's not the point, what the point is, is that I'm getting married,
So I was a flirt, and a complete egomaniac,
And I maaay have just been the face of the strike,
But she's got such a face,
Face the fact Joe,
It's time you know that we'll just have to elope,

Here's what I think,
I've been working, paper selling,
Just so I could buy this special girl a ring,
So give me some time,
This wedding will go on,
Six months from- ugh! Never. . .
But just look around at the things we're inheriting,
And think of the ones we'll create,
We'll have a child!
We'll grow old!
But just think, we'll still be young forever.

Give these kids and me the time and then you'll see,
We'll plan a wedding,
it's now or never,
Do or die,
The time is now,
And I can't watch what happens,

But all I know is,
I've been working and I can win!
It can't be any worse than how it's been!
And I really need to marry Katherine!
So whatever happens, let's plan a wedding!

Jack turned around, heavy breathing as he watched the sun rise over the streets of New York.

"Yeah," he whispered, "Let's plan a wedding."

He dashed down the ladder and ran down the streets, the morning-goers staring at him like he was crazy as he ran to The Sun. And he was crazy. At least, for his fiancé Katherine.