Some of you see where this is going. I can feel it.
(Aside: When writing the final draft of the script they gave David a sister at the very last minute to be Jack's totally-random love interest, because the movie was just too gay. Think Road to El Dorado levels of gay, without the OT3. And they dance and sing. About overcoming overwhelming odds. It is my very favourite Disney movie. ^.^)
So I've seen Newsies about sixty times, right? To the point where I know all the words and can probably quote all the dialogue - Family Channel used to play it every Sunday morning. And there's this scene, see, where Jack is standing on a statue, and all these newsboys are clamouring for him to give an inspiring
I SWEAR TO GOD, IT SPRUNG FULLY-FORMED INTO MY MIND.
I actually giggled. Giggled. Out loud, right there on the Skytrain. The woman in the seat next to me gave me a funny look and inched away. On the plus side, I got an extra seat to myself for all the crap I cleaned out of my desk this afternoon.
I started explaining this to mik100 this afternoon, and she knew exactly what I was talking about before I'd gotten past: "So you know who Jack Kelly reminds me of?"
Which is the point where calantha42 pointed at me in accusing horror and shouted: "NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT."
...I'm not going to write it. I'm really,
Of course, I am about to go back to school next week, and as mik100 pointed out, my fiction output does tend to double or triple when I'm studying. It's a procrastination coping mechanism.
...but no. It's wrong and twisted and bizarre and does anybody want to write it for me so I don't feel dirty afterwards? ;)
And now I'm going to bed. I have to get up early to go to the dentist. :(