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.