Avery's POV

I, along with the rest of the girls were sitting at our favorite coffee shop within walking distance. Waiting for the boys to show up of course. This idea wasn't mine, it was Kayla's using Zana's resource, Jack's number. I know, I was suprised too, they barely knew each other a day and Jack already trusted her with his number? Whatever the reason they did. Just then Jack and the rest of the group walked in, "hey girls." Jack said with his trademark smile. "Hey." I muttered. The boys sat down, "Want anything?" Zana asked. The boys collectively shook their heads no. My phone rang, "I got your picture I'm comin' with you, dear Maria count me in." I picked up, "'ello? Yeah. Seriously? Cool. Yeah I'll be there in 15." I hung up, "that's my cousin, he said some of the lighting stuff is in for drama and they need me to go sign. Sorry, but everything's on me you know my tab number." I grabbed my backpack and ran out

I had barely cleared the store when Zana followed me, "that's not your cousin." I looked at her, "yeah it is." She rolled her eyes, "your cousins ringtone is Dumb Ways To Die. Alex is Dear Maria." I was walking away at this point, "no, Alex is Check Yes, Juliet." Zana trotted after me, "well then who's Dear Maria?" I rolled my eyes, "why do you care?" She caught up to me, "because I need you for moral support." I sighed, "fine."

When Zana dragged me into the café, the boys looked confused, "Jokes, turns out they didn't need me after all. Christian!" I called at the guy working the counter, "an Oreo mocha and my guitar." He nodded and started my drink and then brought out my acoustic that I kept here. "I lost myself at your show last night. Lookin' in your sparkling eyes. In the middle of a fresher crowd." Jack stared at me, "can I use that?" He asked. I nodded, "sure as long as I get credit." He wrote it down on a napkin and stuffed it in his pocket. "What is your ringtone?" David asked. "Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low."

I was strumming on my guitar when a younger girl came up to me, "do you take requests?" I smiled, "I can, what do you wanna hear?" She smiled, "can you play Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance?" I smiled, "how about I start with Look Alive sunshine." She nodded.

(Normal: Avery)

Look alive sunshine,

109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit,

Your here with me, Dr. Death Defying,

I'll be your surgeon, your praector, your helicopter

Bumping out the slautimatic sound to keep you live

A system failure for the masses, empty metal for the master plan

Louder then Gods revolver and twice as shiny,

This ones for all you rock and rollers,

All you crash queens and moter babies

Listen up, the future is bullet proof, the aftermath is seconary, it's time to do it now and do it loud, Killjoys, make some noise

(Na Na Na...)

Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs

I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got

Take the cash and I'll keep it

Eight legs to the wall

Hit the gas, kill them all

And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl

You be my detonator

Love, gimme love, gimme love

I don't need it, but I'll take what I want from your heart

And I'll keep it in a bag, in a box

Put an X on the floor

Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more

Shut up and sing it with me

(Na Na Na...)

From mall security

To every enemy

We're on your property

Standing in V formation

(Na Na Na...)

Let's blow an artery

Eat plastic surgery

Keep your apology

Give us more detonation

(More! Gimme more! Gimme more!)

Oh, let me tell you 'bout the sad man

Shut up and let me see your jazz hands

Remember when you were a madman

Thought you was Batman

And hit the party with a gas can

Kiss me you animal

(Na Na Na...)

You run the company

Fuck like a Kennedy

I think we'd rather be

Burning your information

Let's blow an artery

Eat plastic surgery

Keep your apology

Give us more detonation

And right here

Right now

All the way in Battery City

Little children

Raise their open filthy palms

Like tiny daggers up to heaven

And all the juvee halls

And Ritalin rats

Ask the angels made from neon

And fucking garbage

Scream out "What will save us?"

And the sky opened up

Everybody wants to change the world

Everybody wants to change the world

But no one,

No one wants to die

Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try

Wanna try, wanna try, oh

I'll be your detonator

(Na Na Na...)

Make no apology

It's death or victory

On my authority

Crash and burn

Young and loaded

Drop like a bulletshell

Dress like a sleeper cell

I'd rather go to hell

Than be in purgatory

Cut my hair

Gag and bore me

Pull this pin

Let this world explode

The younger girl smiled, "that was amazing," I probably blushed a little, "thanks, it was nothing." She handed me a dollar, "I can't accept this." She nodded, "I insist." I smiled, "thanks."

A/N: no, I don't own Newsies or the songs mentioned in this chapter. Also, I would like to apploud the guest that noticed what CSMR stands for.