A young girl stepped off of the train at the Manhattan Station. Looking around for a moment she made her way through the streets avoiding any busy street corners and taking the long way to a little theater known as Irving Hall. The sign out front advertised a Medda Larkson, the Swedish Meadow Lark. The suspicious young woman entered the stage from the backdoor.
Inside a Manhattan diner a group of young newsies sat eating lunch. "I thought a saw her again today Jacky-boy. I thought I saw her in a back alley behind me spot."
"I know Spot I thought I saw her today too. But we both knows she ain't never coming back. It's better if we just forget about her."
"But I can't forget Jacky-boy. I can't make myself forget."
The two boys got up and paid their tab, both much more somber than when they had entered the restaurant.
"So Jack when does Medda's new show open?" Spot asked.
"I don't know maybe we should stop by and see her." The two boys headed towards Irving Hall.
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OK, so there it is the Prologue. I'm not really sure how this place works yet so just bear with me. Just a little warning about this fic, it's going to have a little music from Moulin Rouge in it and I'm sorry but I couldn't help it. It might even sound a bit like it but just give it a chance.
*Lucky*