Okay, I don't own Newsies. I just own Starlight, Jenny and the other girls of the blue rose.

First I wanna thank you for your reviews for "Thunderstorm" and your offers to beta read my stories. Thank you a lot!!!

Next I wanna thank Gloria that she beta read my stories. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

So now the story, and don't forget to review.

Chapter 1:

It was about five in the morning and Starlight McAdams was one of the few people who was glad about it. While the city was about to get up and go to work, she sat at the fire escape in her room smoking a cigarette. She watched the working class, the workers from the docks, the men who worked with textiles, and the newsies, wander the streets. She yawned as she looked up to see the sun rising over New York. It had been a hard night for her. She wanted it to stop! No more sleeping around!
But she did not have the choice. She was here as long as she could think about it. The Blue Rose seemed to be the most visited brothel in whole Manhattan. But this was a brothel like no other, for it was owned by none other than Marjorie Rose. Marjorie Rose Stevenson was a beauty in her thirty years with golden hair and dark green eyes. No wonder she was the most popular woman in the brothel. Starlight yawned again and threw her cigarette to the ground with no last thoughts. She walked back in her room, her private room she shared with another girl.
Jenny Curly Miller was one year older than Marjorie, at nineteen. Jenny had light brown shoulder length hair and dark brown puppy eyes. Her rose lips were almost smiling twenty-four hours a day.
She entered their room and yawned.
"I wished we had weekends off since most of the customers stay at home with there families." Jenny smiled at Starlight.

"Why do I have this odd feeling, this isn't the only reason you want to have weekend?" Starlight smiled at her friend.

"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, just about a certain newsie. You know, he has this dark hair and eyes, acts Italian, has some weaknesses with gambling, smoking cigars, and a girl whose name is Curly." Starlight winked. She ducked as fast as she could as Jenny threw a pillow at her.
"Let's get some sleep."

"Okay, and have sweet dreams about dear Racie-boy!"

"Shut up!!!! Starlight chuckled and lay down to sleep."