HOWDY! I AM IN THE PROCESS OF ENDING MY SECOND INSTALLMENT OF MY "Work in Progress" stories, I WOULD LIKE TO ALSO ADD SOME SHORT STORIES AS WELL.. WITH THAT BEING SAID, HERE YA GO.

"Rosalie! Rosalie!" Margaret, the barmaid ran through the pub, running though the busy tables full of thugs and sailors. Fidget and the boys were sitting at the booth when she ran up to them "Boys have you seen Miss Rosalie? She-" and just like magic, Rosalie entered out of the secret entrance of the Rat Trap, clinging to Ratigan's arm.

"Oh Rosalie thank goodness you're here!" Margaret grabbed the sleeve of Rosalie's blue dress "Miss Kitty sprained her ankle backstage, doctors said that she's gonna be out for tonight's performance.."

Rosalie remained silent and Margaret continued "What I'm trying to say is.. we need you to sing in the show!"

"What? No! I cant!" Rosalie's eyes nearly fell out of her face they were so wide "I'm not as good as Miss Kitty! And I'm afraid I'll choke!" she continued to panic, fiddling with her fingers "And I don't look-"

"Nonsense! You are going to be perfect!" Margaret turned to the professor "Ratigan please talk some sense into her!"

Rosalie shook her head as Ratigan grabbed her hands "I-I can't James! I mean I love to sing, but I don't want to strut around the stage in those skimpy outfits!"

Margaret chimed in "Well.. they aren't that skimpy, just the leotard and the boa.." Rosalie looked at her with panic "I'm not making this any better am I?"

Ratigan smiled at her "Might as well give up Margaret.. Rosalie is not up to the task." Rosalie nodded "Exactly!"

Ratigan looked at the stage "It's quite obvious that Rosalie cannot simply perform.."

She continued to nod, then suddenly started to reconsider, listening to his wise words in the process. "..Yeah.."

"I mean, You shouldn't hire an amateur-" Ratigan added

Rosalie shot up "That's enough! I'm doing it!" she walked to the stage and muttered to herself, Margaret following behind her "I'll show him amateur."

In the next few minutes, the stagehand walked on stage "Attention! Tonight's performance that is usually played by the lovely Miss Kitty, will be played by Miss Rosalie.." the stagehand walked off and the crowd started to boo and murmur among themselves. Rosalie paced backstage "I can't do this."

Margaret smiled warmly "Of course you can.." she grabbed a flower "And if anyone as much as boo's you I will gladly escort them out myself.." she placed the small flower in Rosalie's hair. The piano started to play as the curtain's opened. Ratigan sat at the back table with the rest of the boys as she started to sing.

If you got romance, on your mind

If you'd like to stroll hand in hand..

If you want to cuddle in the moonlight..

The curtains opened to reveal Rosalie in a dark blue gown that slid off her bare shoulders. The audience remained completely silent and in awe of the new singer on stage. Ratigan was in shock at how the panicked girl in his arms suddenly became an elegant swan before his eyes.

If you want someone to buy that sweet talk

That you guys all love to spout..

Baby, count me out..

She nervously smiled and strut around stage, watching everyone's eyes, specifically Ratigan look at her with extreme awe.

If you want to dance, cheek to cheek

Then go home and talk all night long

If you want to send somebody flowers

And share a stupid song

She grabbed the flower out of her hair and threw it to a table full of thugs that instantly fought over it.

If you want a woman, who believes that

You're what her life's all about

Baby, count me out.

I've been there

I've done that

Its nowhere

Its old hat..

One of Ratigan's thugs attempted to touch her, making his blood boil. He stood up and the boys held him back. Rosalie amazingly took care of it. She grabbed the young mice's collar, continuing to sing.

Forget those thoughts your thinkin.. mister..

She dropped him to the floor making him pass out, and turned away swiftly flipping her hair.

And just regard me as your sister..

The boys laughed and cheered at her movement. Rosalie then took a deep breath and walked across the tables, walking back and forth.

If you want to send Valentines..

If you want to write poetry..

Here's a little change, go call somebody..

Who doesn't look like me.

She finally reached Ratigan's table. She grabbed his cravat, making him look around nervously. Their lips almost touched when she began to sing the last set of verses.

And if you've got plans to fall in love

Without a shadow of a doubt

Baby, count me out

That's what I said

I said baby, count me out

She let go and walked back to the stage disappearing behind the curtains. The boys continued to clap even at her disappearance. Ratigan had a smug look on his face as Fidget hobbled to his boss "Boss? Aren't you mad at those boys for hooting and hollering at Rosalie?"

He took a sip of his drink "Well yes of course I am, but I am particularly proud of her."

"B-but you didn't want Rosalie to perform in the first place?" Bill said.

Raitgan sighed as he fixed his cravat that Rosalie crumpled "If I did encourage it.. she would be less likely to perform. I knew if I told her that she was just some ameatruer.. that would enforce her to prove me wrong..Reverse Psychology boys.." the boys stood dumbfounded as Ratigan rolled his eyes "I will tell you later.."

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