"That's the foist thing ya gotta learn. Headlines don't sell papes; Newsies sell papes. You know we're what holds this town tagedda, widout Newsies nobody knows nuttin'."

"Hey fellas."

I walked in front of the boys, and Trey started cracking up. It was like a chain reaction, and soon even I was laughing.

"Cut! Okay! Trey, you already screwed up the scene before this would you mind not screwing up this on also?" Kenny yelled from behind the camera.

"Sorry! It was just, well, funny!" he yelled back grinning at me.

"It's alright, just don't it again, okay? Scene 15. Take 2. Action!"

It took us like ten takes to get that scene down. Trey interrupting four times, Aaron thrice, Dominic Lucero once, and I laughed twice.

Chapter 11

For the last three months that I was living in California I was in the musical 'Les Miserables'. I played Eponine. Eponine has on major song in the musical, 'On My Own'. I already knew that song though. The only song that I had trouble with was a duet that I had to sing with Marius, 'A Little Fall of Rain'.

I asked Aaron to work with me on it, but he was busy on the day I was free. So I asked Trey. Ever since I met Trey I fell in love with his singing voice. I don't know what it was about it, but I loved to listen to him sing.

Trey more or less introduced me to song writing. It let me express myself. Obviously the name of his band was after what people felt songwriters, or any kind of writers do.

But, anyway, back to the duet. We went to the studio where the I taught the 'newsies' dancing, and where the production of 'Les Mis' was going to be held. Trey picked me up and we get there around noon.

"Okay. What are you having trouble with? The words? The notes?" he asked me stepping up onto the stage.

"Actually, I'm having trouble with the acting," I replied following him.

"You? Having trouble with acting?" he asked dodging a punch I threw at him. "So do you want to do the dialogue before the song or just the song?"

"Let's just start at the beginning of the song. Okay, I'm bleeding and Marius, that's you, is holding me. We're on the floor," I instructed.

Trey raised his eyebrows, but followed my instructions. I started to sing, "Don't you fret, M'sieur Marius, I don't feel any pain. A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now. You're here. That's all I need to know. And you will keep me safe. And you will keep me close. And rain will make the flowers grow."

"But you will live 'Ponine- dear God above. If I could close your wounds with words of love."

"Just hold me now, and let it be. Shelter me, comfort."

"You would live a hundred years, if I could show you how, I won't desert you now..."

"The rain can't hurt me now. This rain will wash away what's past. And you will keep me safe, and you will keep me close. I'll sleep in your embrace at last. The rain that brings you here is heaven blessed. The skies begin to clear and I'm at rest. A breath away from where you are. I've come home from so far."

"Hush-a-bye, dear Eponine. You won't feel any pain. A little fall of rain, can hardly hurt you now. I'm here."

"That's all I need to know."

"I will stay with you till you are sleeping."

"And rain."

"And rain."

"Will make the flowers..."

"Grow," he sang, holding my head in a hug and stroking my hair.

"I guess I didn't have any trouble with the acting," I said pulling away from him uneasily.

"Nope, guess not. I've never actually listened to your singing voice. You sound a lot like the original Eponine," sounding like he was trying to change the subject.

"You mean Frances Ruffelle?"

"Yeah! How did know here name?" he said with his usual grin.

"I have a lot of useless information about musicals stored in my head. Like for instance, did you know that Donna Vivino was the original Young Cosette?"

"Can't say that I did. Well, since we're done. Do you want to go out for lunch?"

"Sure! Whoa, was that me being enthusiastic? Oh, God. Trey you've rubbed off on me!" I said.

"And that's a bad thing because?"

"I never said it was bad," I said putting my arm around his shoulders.

He returned the gesture and led me out of the studio.

Chapter 12

"God, I hate this airport," I said trying to forget that in ten minutes I'd be leaving my home of eleven years, my best friend, and my boyfriend, all at the same time.

"Now boarding flight 204. Passengers in rows twenty through thirty-five please board now."

"That's us honey," my dad said.

"Okay Daddy, just let me say goodbye," I said.

"Brett and I will be waiting in line," he told me kissing me on my forehead.

"Well, I guess this is it," I burst into tears. Trey wrapped me in a hug. Soon Aaron was hugging me also.

"Do you promise you'll write to me?" Aaron asked, his eyes were welling up with tears.

"Yes! Of course I will!" I hugged him again, and then kissed him.

"Trey, I'm going to miss you so much. My first real friend," I whispered hugging him again.

"I never want to lose touch with you, so write me! Got it!" he grinned.

"Yes, I promise. And I'll give you both monthly phone calls. They're probably going to be more frequent though," I gave them each one last hug, and then walked over to my dad and Brett.

I waved to them and got onto the plane.

When I got to my seat I opened up my back-pack. Inside was a going away present from Trey and one from Aaron. I had a going away party with the cast beforehand. I had gotten a cat (believe it or not) from the nineteen boys I had taught. I named him Kid Blink because he reminded me of Trey. He was always grinning.

I opened Aaron's gift first. It was a silver (I hate gold jewelry) locket with a picture of Aaron and me in it. I put it around my neck and admired it for a second before closing it.

Then I opened Trey's gift. It was a photo album filled with pictures and notes from the cast. Trey's note went something like this:

Dear Flexakat (Sorry, I couldn't resist!),

I'm really going to miss you. You've been a great friend to me this past year. Don't forget to write me and Damon! Oh, don't forget about Aaron either! (Joking) I hope you like this book, and I know you're going to love P.A. If anyone bugs you, just call me and Aaron and we'll 'soak 'em'. (Sorry, another thing I couldn't resist.) Well, that's about it. I love you! (Platonically, Don't worry!)

Love,
Trey Parker :)

I know one thing now. If it wasn't for Trey and Aaron I would be dead now. Which is kind of eerie if you think about it. One simple twist of fate and you meet your best friend and your love.