Post by The Entertainer on Aug 17, 2010 18:29:35 GMT -5
The Entertainer sat alone on the steps of the Staten Island Lodging House. The cane Peep bought him laid in his lap, teetering on his legs. His usual cheery smile was gone. So many things had changed in just a short time. In one night. Who knew so much could happen in one night? He stared off at his feet, thinking about the night Irving Hall burned down.
He was having a great time with his friends. Singing loudly for them, dancing with them. Early on, he considered it to be one of the best nights of his life. Suddenly, it was mass chaos. Everyone began running in every direction, trying to get out of the burning building. He didn't know what was going on until he smelled smoke. The Entertainer pushed people aside trying to get himself to safety. A very selfish choice, and looking back he regretted it. People died in the fire. They were dead. Gone. What if he had helped someone? Sure, he helped some of his borough mates, especially the girls, making sure they were safe too. But the others? What if he had helped? Would they still be alive? Did that make him a murderer now? So many thoughts swirled through his head.
He pushed his brown hair out of his face, and propped his head up on his wrist. What was he going to do now? Irving Hall was gone, he was supposed to perform there. He had it all planned out. Someone important and famous would see him perform, and decide that he should be famous too. Then he would finally be the star he knew he was. He sighed. That would never happen now. Irving Hall was gone. Gone. Forever. He couldn't believe it. It was such a big part of all of their lives, and now it was gone. It felt like losing a parent, except no one's parents were buildings. Unless they were a baby building, but he had never seen a baby building. He wondered if Irving Hall was going to be replaced, or would it bring back too many memories? He had to give the Manhattan newsies credit. They had to live by the burned down building. Since that night, he stayed in Staten Island. Going to Manhattan didn't even cross his mind.
The Entertainer felt guilty. Lives were lost, people were hurt. One of his friends, Dancer, a borough mate, was hurt. Why was he thinking about his future career when there were more important things going on in the real world? He knew he did nothing wrong, but he felt bad. He felt guilty and selfish, and dirty. He was too selfish for his own good. If he would have helped someone in trouble, would they still be alive?
Not bearing to think about it anymore, he looked away from the ground. He felt so alone. A strange feeling for the boy who was always around people, always annoying them with his singing and what not. He didn't like this feeling, not at all.
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Words: 514
Muse: FINALLY ALIVE!!
He was having a great time with his friends. Singing loudly for them, dancing with them. Early on, he considered it to be one of the best nights of his life. Suddenly, it was mass chaos. Everyone began running in every direction, trying to get out of the burning building. He didn't know what was going on until he smelled smoke. The Entertainer pushed people aside trying to get himself to safety. A very selfish choice, and looking back he regretted it. People died in the fire. They were dead. Gone. What if he had helped someone? Sure, he helped some of his borough mates, especially the girls, making sure they were safe too. But the others? What if he had helped? Would they still be alive? Did that make him a murderer now? So many thoughts swirled through his head.
He pushed his brown hair out of his face, and propped his head up on his wrist. What was he going to do now? Irving Hall was gone, he was supposed to perform there. He had it all planned out. Someone important and famous would see him perform, and decide that he should be famous too. Then he would finally be the star he knew he was. He sighed. That would never happen now. Irving Hall was gone. Gone. Forever. He couldn't believe it. It was such a big part of all of their lives, and now it was gone. It felt like losing a parent, except no one's parents were buildings. Unless they were a baby building, but he had never seen a baby building. He wondered if Irving Hall was going to be replaced, or would it bring back too many memories? He had to give the Manhattan newsies credit. They had to live by the burned down building. Since that night, he stayed in Staten Island. Going to Manhattan didn't even cross his mind.
The Entertainer felt guilty. Lives were lost, people were hurt. One of his friends, Dancer, a borough mate, was hurt. Why was he thinking about his future career when there were more important things going on in the real world? He knew he did nothing wrong, but he felt bad. He felt guilty and selfish, and dirty. He was too selfish for his own good. If he would have helped someone in trouble, would they still be alive?
Not bearing to think about it anymore, he looked away from the ground. He felt so alone. A strange feeling for the boy who was always around people, always annoying them with his singing and what not. He didn't like this feeling, not at all.
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Words: 514
Muse: FINALLY ALIVE!!