Christmas with my uncle

Margaret Flaherty, a relatively normal teenager is sent to have Christmas with her favorite uncle. She is finally able to show her true self to people who will understand. What happens when she doesn't want to leave?

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7. 6.

Simon led me to a recording studio. He gave me a thumbs up which met go ahead. I sang snow miser/ heat miser by Jules Bass &Maury Laws [Intro:] (Spoken) Snow Miser: Whoo! Man, I hope Christmas this year is cold with lots of snow. Heat Miser: Not me. Snow Miser: Why? Heat Miser: Cause I like my Christmases warm and green Snow Miser (with accent): Ah, that’s cause you’re from the south Heat Miser (with accent): And you’re from the north Snow Miser (laughing): That’s right, and don’t you forget it I’m Mr. White Christmas, I’m Mr. Snow I’m Mr. Icicle, I’m Mr. 10 below Friends call me snow miser, whatever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch, I’m too much [Spoken:] Come on boys. Sing with me! He’s Mr. White Christmas, He’s Mr. Snow (Spoken) That’s right!  He’s Mr. Icicle, He’s Mr. 10 below Friends call me snow miser, whatever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch, I’m too much I never wanna know a day that’s over 40 degrees I’d rather have it 30, 20 then 5 Let it freeze [Spoken:] Oh, some like it cold but mister….I like it freezing cold! Ha! Ha! Ha! He’s Mr. White Christmas, He’s Mr. Snow (Spoken) That’s right!  He’s Mr. Icicle, He’s Mr. 10 below Friends call me snow miser, whatever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch, I’m too much Spoken: I’m much too much baby! (laughs) Whoo! [Instrumental Break:] [Spoken:] Step aside son. Let me heat this thing up. (clears throat) I’m Mr. Green Christmas, I’m Mr. Sun I’m Mr. Heat Blister, I’m Mr. Hundred And One They call me the heat miser, whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch, I’m too much Spoken (laughs): That’s right He’s Mr. Green Christmas, He’s Mr. Sun (Spoken) That’s me! I’m He’s Mr. Heat Blister, He’s Mr. Hundred And One They call me heat miser, whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch, I’m too much [Spoken:] Thank you! I never wanna know a day that’s under 60 degrees I’d rather have it 80, 90, 100 degrees, hmm [Spoken:] Some like it hot, but I like it smokin’ hot. He’s Mr. Green Christmas, He’s Mr. Sun (Spoken) Sing it! I’m He’s Mr. Heat Blister, He’s Mr. Hundred And One The buys call me the heat miser, whatever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch, I’m too much (Spoken) Wait, I’m too much Too much! I finished up and I saw everyone clapping. I left the recording room and Simon gave me a hug. "You re your mother's daughter. That was absolutely brilliant. You should open for the boys when they tour America!" "I don't know. You have to ask mom. She would hear it from you or Sarah." I tell Simon.  "I will talk I her." He tells me, the whispers in my ear, "The boys told me you have I get training, and I want you to score on Louis single handed lay. He thinks he is the best in the group." " will do uncle Si." I said then I left with the boys. We went to my dad's quickly, and I changed into my long sleeve under armor shirt with my practice jersey over it, a pair of black spandex with soccer shorts over it. I threw a towel sweatpants and sweatshirt in my bag and grabbed my soccer ball. I ran downstairs while pulling on my soccer socks and shin guards.  "I'm ready. Lets go. I will drive my car, you guys can come if you want, but I have to do some one on one. Louis, Simon said that you were the best out of the five of you. Will you play me?" I ask " sure. We all will go." Louis agrees.  We go to the field, and I do a few lap around the field, then I stretch out. As I am stretching out, Niall asks me," what position do you play?"  "I play midfield or forward." I tell him. I finish stretching and do warmup drills and shooting drills. After an hour of me warming up and the guys kicking a ball around, I am ready to play one on one with Louis.  "I'll take it easy on you love," h tells me. To prove him wrong, I take the ball from him dribble it up field, and make a goal, Louis still about seven yards behind me when I do so.  "Are you sure you don't want me to take it easy on you?" I ask him. I receive a head shake no as a response. He tries to pass me, but I just steal the ball back and make another goal. By the time I was done with my two hour practice, I out scored Louis 7-1. 
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