{"id":5497,"date":"2022-05-23T11:36:27","date_gmt":"2022-05-23T17:36:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/?page_id=5497"},"modified":"2022-05-23T20:37:17","modified_gmt":"2022-05-24T02:37:17","slug":"christmas-glee-club-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/es\/fiction-fridays\/christmas-glee-club-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Christmas Glee Club"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/player.blubrry.com\/id\/83353485#\" title=\"Blubrry Podcast Player\" scrolling=\"no\" width=\"100%\" height=\"138px\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignright size-medium\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"196\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/Christmas-Glee-Club-196x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1914\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/Christmas-Glee-Club-196x300.jpg 196w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/Christmas-Glee-Club-16x24.jpg 16w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/Christmas-Glee-Club-23x36.jpg 23w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/Christmas-Glee-Club-31x48.jpg 31w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/Christmas-Glee-Club.jpg 587w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 196px) 100vw, 196px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sophia sighed as she slipped into her red velvet Santa baby dress, accented with white fur trim. Bustling sounds of her sorority sisters\u2019 preparations for their Christmas party filled the spacious room. One in a green boho dress zipped up another\u2019s much-too-slinky black cocktail dress. Why did the Belton Glee Club have to perform today, the night of the party?&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A glance at the mirror on the opposite wall revealed a smudge of mascara under Sophia\u2019s eye. She knocked shoes aside on her way to the vintage vanity against the wall. Several makeup bags already cluttered the surface. Good thing she\u2019d received a bright purple one for her last birthday, which made it easy to spot. She unzipped the bag, pulled out a cotton ball and makeup remover to dab the smudge, and then retrieved her mascara to reapply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A second later, someone hip-bumped her out of the way, and she smeared mascara all over her eye.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cHey, watch it!\u201d Sophia turned and found herself face-to-face with Lauren Preston, who wore the slinky black dress.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/videoseries?list=PLUhhyFY2dpoO_yrDtCVBAeBg9LQP09I8L\" title=\"YouTube video player\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Lauren\u2019s eyes traveled up and down Sophia\u2019s outfit. She quirked an eyebrow. \u201cLooks like Mrs. Claus is coming to our party tonight. Are you bringing candy canes for everyone?\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The muscles in Sophia\u2019s stomach tightened. \u201cNo. This is my outfit for Glee Club. I\u2019ll be late to the party because we have a gig. But I\u2019ve got another dress to wear after the show.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Lauren\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cWhat does your date think of this? Who are you bringing, anyway?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cJaydn Daniels.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cYou\u2019re kidding.\u201d A frown creased Lauren\u2019s brow. \u201cThe star basketball player? I asked him, but he said he was going with someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Inwardly, Sophia\u2019s heart did a little happy dance. She\u2019d beaten snooty Lauren Preston, sorority social chair, to the hottest date on campus. But because of this stupid gig, now she\u2019d be more than fashionably late. What would a star athlete think of missing half the party while waiting for her?&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cSorry, Lauren, I\u2019ve got to finish up here. I have to be at the Alumni Donor Christmas Gala in twenty minutes to warm up.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cHave fun.\u201d Lauren sneered while she sauntered away in her high heels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/videoseries?list=PLUhhyFY2dpoNqtbqkrQhlqMFOSlWYmzGF\" title=\"YouTube video player\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen=\"\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">###<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Brett blew on his fingers as he clambered from his car to James Belton Hall. Bright Christmas lights illuminated the historic administrative building while its golden dome gleamed in the moonlight. Since his first year at Belton, he\u2019d loved the ambiance of the historic school\u2014like time-travel to a previous era.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He quickened his pace to prevent his throat from constricting due to the cold. He\u2019d need every ounce of breath support to hit the high tenor notes. Not that he played an important role by any means. Mike always landed the solos. And duets. Why\u2019d he get to play Santa with Sophia on his lap while the rest of them dressed as elves? Lucky dog. Brett\u2019s cheeks warmed at the thought of Sophia in her velvet red Santa Baby dress. Man was she out of his league!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">After a hard tug on the massive front door, he slid inside and padded down the hallway to the banquet room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Inside the spacious venue, donors milled around in formal attire. Men in crisp suits and tuxedos escorted ladies in shimmering evening gowns. An enormous Christmas tree with elaborate ornaments and bright white lights stood to the side of the stage. Members of the BAND music fraternity served hors d&#8217;oeuvres and fancy pastries from shiny silver platters, while others passed out sparkling beverages. Good community service after their Halloween fiasco.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A tap on his shoulder, Brett spun around. Professor Winston, the choir director, stood in front of him. Beads of sweat dripped down the man\u2019s cheeks, which he mopped with a handkerchief. \u201cBrett. You\u2019re up tonight. Mike\u2019s got laryngitis. Can\u2019t sing a note.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Brett gasped. \u201cWhat? You want me?\u201d After two-and-a-half years as Brett\u2019s choir director, he\u2019d never once offered Brett the solo. That had always been Mike\u2019s job.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cYou\u2019re the only one who knows his part. I can\u2019t pass it to one of the basses, can I?\u201d Professor Winston shoved a black bag into Brett\u2019s hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d Brett ran his hands over the lumpy sack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Professor Winston rolled his eyes. \u201cYour Santa costume, of course. It might be baggy, but should work. Now get changed. We\u2019re on in fifteen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">###<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"900\" height=\"506\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Choir.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5603\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Choir.png 900w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Choir-300x169.png 300w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Choir-768x432.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cAnd now, ladies and gentlemen, let\u2019s give a round of applause for the Belton Glee Club.\u201d The president clapped his hands together while several donors tinkled their glasses. Sophia sighed. About time. His speech had lasted much longer than she\u2019d anticipated. At this rate she\u2019d never make it to the Christmas party.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">While Sophia waited backstage for her solo, other members of the choir strolled onstage singing \u201cIt\u2019s Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas\u201d in elf costumes. She ran her hands over the folds of her dress. At least she didn\u2019t have to wear pointy green shoes and striped candy cane pants like the others. What was Jaydn thinking right now? She\u2019d spent hardly any time with him, but the fact he\u2019d said yes to her was a good sign. Although what guy would turn down a free sorority T-shirt?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Minutes later, the elves launched into \u201cHere We Come A-Caroling\u201d in rich, four-part harmony. Almost time for Santa\u2019s big entrance. Hopefully Mike wasn\u2019t drunk or hungover like last time. What a nightmare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The group started \u201cSanta Claus is Comin\u2019 to Town,\u201d the rich harmonies filling the air. Santa bumped into her as he brushed past.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She scowled. \u201cWatch it, Mike.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Blue eyes twinkled below the white trim of the Santa hat. \u201cI\u2019m not Mike. I\u2019m St. Nick.\u201d The guy winked and hurried onstage.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">If it wasn\u2019t Mike, where on earth was he? And who\u2019d Professor Winston chosen to take his place? It had to be Brett. But did he even know how to sing solos? And how could she sing the winter medley duets with Brett when they\u2019d never practiced together?\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A ping from her phone caught her attention. A message from Lauren.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>Hey, my date\u2019s sick, so I\u2019m taking Jaydn to the formal. I figured you wouldn\u2019t mind, since you can\u2019t make it anyway. See you later.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ugh. Could this evening get any worse?&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">###<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cHo, Ho, Ho,\u201d Brett bellowed, striding to the front of the stage. \u201cLooks like we\u2019ve got a glittering assembly of merrymakers here tonight.\u201d He gestured at an elderly lady who\u2019d nearly blinded him with her sequined gown. \u201cI hope you\u2019ve all been good because you\u2019re in for a special treat with this next number. Let\u2019s give it up to welcome Santa Sophia to the stage.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. The velvet red dress with white trim really accentuated her curves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cThanks, Santa.\u201d Sophia\u2019s chocolate eyes beamed at him. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you take a seat on this chair, and I\u2019ll let you know what I want for Christmas.\u201d She tugged him into the black folding chair and plopped onto his lap. Wow, it was warm in here, especially in this costume.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She launched into a hilarious rendition of \u201cSanta Baby,\u201d asking for everything from makeup and an iPhone to a brand-new car. How he wanted to stroke her long blonde hair while the coquettish soprano filled his ears. Better stick to a smile and a nod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">###<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"900\" height=\"506\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Singers.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5570\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Singers.png 900w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Singers-300x169.png 300w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/05\/Singers-768x432.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sophia breathed a sigh of relief. So far, so good. At least Brett proved an adequate actor. But now for the true test. How well could he perform their winter duets?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cMrs. Claus\u201d\u2014he rose from the chair\u2014\u201cwould you do me the honor of joining me for this next number?\u201d With a smooth motion he extended his hand to her. \u201cI believe it\u2019s snowing outside.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With a toss of her hair, she took his proffered hand. \u201cLet it snow, as long as I\u2019m with you, Santa.\u201d She\u2019d recited those words a hundred times before, but this time the line brought a tingling sensation. How could Brett exert such an effect on her?&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Heart drumming, they strolled hand in hand for \u201cMarshmallow World.\u201d His fingers intertwined in hers like garland laced with Christmas lights, igniting her on the inside.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">For their second song, \u201cLet It Snow,\u201d the choreography called for him to stand behind and wrap his arms around her waist. Now she\u2019d never be able to concentrate! His muscular arms enveloped her, and she leaned back against his firm chest. No Santa gut on this guy.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">By their final number, \u201cBaby, It\u2019s Cold Outside,\u201d her heartbeat quickened to the pace of jingle bells on steroids. Surely this was nothing. A crush. He placed his hand on the small of her back, and they began to dance. Although the lyrics of the song protested his proximity with every word, her heart melted as his gaze met hers. Tonight, she was supposed to be on a date with the star basketball player, not falling for Brett, the backup tenor. But with his vocals and magical touch, he could outperform Santa Mike any day.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As the song progressed, Brett\u2019s grip on her tightened. He drew her to him, so close the scent of woodsy cologne filled her nostrils. Intoxicating. Could she resist his charms, or would she fall for him, like the woman in \u201cBaby It\u2019s Cold Outside?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">###<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Brett racked his brain for the final lyrics to the song. How could he focus with Sophia wrapped up in his arms? For a moment, he froze. What were his words? Sophia\u2019s gaze bored into his. What should he do?&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">No use, the lyrics had completely escaped him. A look of panic crossed Sophia\u2019s beautiful features. Only one thing left to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Like a swing dancer from the jazz era, he twirled her into him, dipped her low, and kissed her. Never mind all the alumni donors watching, let alone the president of Belton, and the entire Glee Club. Right now, those gorgeous red lips kissing him back blocked everything else from his mind.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">When they broke apart, a cheer and wolf-whistles erupted from the other choir members who joined the couple onstage. Not a bad save after all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">###<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sophia\u2019s breath caught in her throat. Of course she\u2019d been kissed before, but never like that. No one could fake that level of intensity. Her mind whirred as she sang the final song, \u201cWe Wish You a Merry Christmas,\u201d with the rest of the choir. After their last bow, she followed the flurry of singers offstage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Brett pulled her behind the curtain, a look of concern on his face. \u201cI hope I wasn\u2019t too bad tonight. Sorry I had to fill in at the last second.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She ran a hand through her hair. \u201cNo, you weren\u2019t bad at all. Your tenor harmonies were superb.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cThanks.\u201d He traced a finger along her arm. \u201cBut I didn\u2019t mean the vocals.\u201d His eyes twinkled at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cAh.\u201d Her heart fluttered. \u201cYou\u2019re fishing for another compliment, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He brushed a stray hair from her face. \u201cI figured you wouldn\u2019t kiss like that just for a show.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">By now, her cheeks burned with the warmth of his touch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cMaybe I\u2019m a good actress.\u201d She batted her eyelashes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cNot that good.\u201d He pulled her in for another kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sophia melted into him as his lips explored hers, his arms wrapped around her. After several more glorious moments, the two broke apart.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He grinned. \u201cI\u2019ve been dying to do that for months. Can\u2019t believe you kissed me back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She brushed another kiss on his cheek.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The Santa hat cocked sideways over his forehead, allowing a strand of his shaggy dark hair to protrude. \u201cWhat do you want to do now?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cHmm.\u201d She pursed her lips together. \u201cI was supposed to attend my sorority formal tonight, but I\u2019ve already missed half of it, and my roommate stole my date, Jaydn Bolton.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">His eyebrows raised. \u201cThe basketball player?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She nodded. \u201cBy the time I change and fix my stage makeup, it\u2019ll be over.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Brett fingered the heavy backstage curtain. \u201cI have an idea. What if you don\u2019t change, and I escort you to the party myself?\u201d&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cDressed like Santa?\u201d &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cSure. I\u2019ll bet Santa\u2019s got more clout than a basketball star.\u201d His smile widened.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cBut I look ridiculous in this dress.\u201d She scrunched her nose. \u201cLike Mrs. Claus.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He offered his elbow to escort her. \u201cPerfect. Let\u2019s go, Mrs. Claus.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sophia sighed as she slipped into her red velvet Santa baby dress, accented with white fur trim. Bustling sounds of her sorority sisters&rsquo; preparations for their Christmas party filled the spacious room. One in a green boho dress zipped up another&rsquo;s much-too-slinky black cocktail dress. 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