When the heir to Christmas falls for a girl who hates the holiday, he risks losing his birthright to a trickster cousin unless he (and his magical friends) can melt her bah-humbug heart.
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With his pet reindeer, grumpy...
The girl on stage belted out the final note, holding it for way too long after the music cut out. After she took multiple bows and waved to the crowd in all directions, she finally tiptoed off in her platform stilettos. Stagehands scrambled to push pre-arranged chairs out from behind a curtain so that the orchestra could take their places.
Not everyone in the premier NYC concert orchestra was "lucky" enough to play tonight. That was the word their director, Al Croaker, used when he pulled a third of the full ensemble for the assignment, and most of her colleagues were thrilled at the opportunity to feature in the annual spectacle that was broadcast on television across the US and streamed online for millions of potential viewers.
But Noelle was not one of them.
She couldn't care less about having her face show up for a few seconds before cutting to Esteban Flores on cello. She was more worried about what the frigid temperatures were doing to her twenty-thousand dollar instrument than getting a brief moment of clout. It was all for show anyway since they were playing under a pre-recorded backing track, so in all honesty, even a high school kid with a couple years of experience with strings could have taken her place.
"Chop chop, Miss Nixon," said Croaker, clapping in her face to get her attention. "Take your place, and let's get this show started."
Noelle wanted to chop chop him upside the head for the disrespect, but instead just rolled her eyes and climbed the steps to the stage before finding her chair. At least they only had two pieces to play. Starting with the more somber "Angels We Have Heard on High," they ended with a whimsical rendition of "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy." Noelle was thankful they weren't playing fully live because her strings were stiff and she was off-tune at least twice. But there was something magical as snow began falling just as they reached the crescendo. Although she should have been cross with the—expected, but still unwanted—development, she was surprised that for a moment, it was quite the opposite.
The sight of the tiny crystal flakes floating from the darkness above through the shimmering spotlights while accompanied by the strings of two-dozen musicians was enchanting or perhaps even otherworldly. In spite of the chill that ran through her, a warmth bubbled inside Noelle. This was either a glitch in the Matrix or the Grinch's heart just grew two sizes, but something special definitely just happened.
She was all smiles as the orchestra exited the stage, until Croaker pulled her out of line. "I need to speak at once with you, Miss Nixon."
Noelle's breath inadvertently hitched. What did she do now? Sure, she had originally complained about the assignment (which was probably why her director gave it to her in the first place), but she played as best as she could and now it was done. She had even kind of enjoyed it! And now here he was immediately bursting her bubble. Bastard.
"Yes, Mister Croaker," she answered as she shook snow out of her long, dark dreads, plastering on a smile in the hopes of getting whatever was coming out of the way quickly so she could just go home.
"I—"
"Mister Croaker," interrupted Avery as she—and her bass—stopped beside them.
"Not now, Miss Boone," he said, waving her off.
"Sure thing, Mister Croaker. I'll be right here waiting for when you're ready," she said cheerily, unfazed by his curtness. Turning her back, she remained technically out of the conversation while still staying within earshot.
Noelle snickered at her gall, but then remembered that it was probably just naïveté.
"I hope you don't have any big Christmas plans that can't be cancelled because I have some exciting news for you," Croaker finally said.
Noelle was the last person to have Christmas plans. Any plans that involved dressing up, having fun, or being in contact with other humans, for that matter. Because for the next week, all she wanted to do was lock herself in her apartment and watch every anti-Christmas movie she could find on Netflix. She already had Reindeer Games queued up, but Bad Santa was also a good one for starters.
But she still wasn't liking Croaker's lead-in. "Oh, yeah. Big plans. Family plans. Big family plans, actually," she lied. "I'm sorry, but whatever—"
He shook his head. "Miss Nixon, I was just being polite. You must drop everything because you are needed in Lapland."
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I'm listening to Christmas music to get myself in the mood to write this. Do you celebrate Christmas? Or Yule? Or Hannukah? How do you get into the holiday spirit?
