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~*You Found Me~* (Jerry Lewis x OC)
Hello everyone! I've been in such a Martin and Lewis mood recently and I recently came across one of the nicest people here on Tumblr who shares a love for the comedy team as well by the name of @technicolor-times.
I wanted to get back into a writing feel after being away from it for more than a year and I was feeling inspired so I decided to write her a Jerry Lewis fic. I hope you all enjoy it and please don't forget to like, reblog and comment. See you all on the next fic and if you have requests, please feel free to inbox or dm me.
Have a great day, night, wherever you are in this giant planet of ours and I'll talk to you soon!
-ringa-starr (Dee)
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In the quiet, unassuming corner booth of the Cozy Cup, Anesha Ward sat with a steaming mug of coffee in her hands, the rich aroma wafting up to tickle her nose,the sounds of soft, classical jazz filling her favorite coffee shop with inviting yet relaxing energy. Her eyes,matching the color of the coffee in her mug, remained glued to the pages of the worn book in front of her, occasionally glancing up to observe the lazy dance of the leaves outside the large, foggy window. The bell above the door chimed, interrupting the soothing murmur of the coffee shop, but she barely looked up. It was a typical fall afternoon in the 1940s, the kind that made her feel both comforted and a little melancholic. The world outside was a canvas of oranges and reds, the kind of beauty that made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.
As the door swung shut, the murmur grew a bit louder, the usual greetings and chuckles of the patrons blending with the clinking of spoons against china. But then, a sudden hush fell over the room. Anesha's ears perked up, her curiosity piqued. She slowly turned her head, and her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the unmistakable figures of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis making their way to the counter. The legendary comedy duo looked exactly as they did on the silver screen, Dean's suave demeanor and Jerry's goofy charm not diminished by the mundane setting. She couldn't believe her luck. It was like her favorite film had come to life, and she had a front-row seat.
The buzz of whispers grew louder as the two men ordered their drinks, the barista's face flushing with excitement. Anesha's eyes widened as she watched them, her hand frozen mid-turn of the page in her book. She had seen their movies countless times and listened to their radio shows, but to have them here, in her small town coffee shop, was a dream she never dared to dream. They took their drinks and began to look around for a place to sit, and she felt a jolt of excitement as their eyes landed on the empty seat across from her. Could it be? Were they really about to sit with her?
Her heart racing, Anesha took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as they approached. She knew she should play it cool, act like she saw celebrities all the time, but her nerves were doing somersaults. "Mind if we join you, Miss?" Dean asked with a charming smile that sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She nodded, her voice caught in her throat. They slid into the booth, and she could feel the heat from their presence as if they had brought a bit of Hollywood with them. The air around them crackled with an energy that was palpable even through her nervousness.
Jerry leaned in, peeking at her book. "Whatcha readin'?" he asked with a playful grin. She looked down, realizing it was an anthology of Shakespeare's sonnets. "Oh, just some poetry," she replied, her cheeks burning. "Shakespeare, huh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Dean, we're sitting with a brainiac!"
Dean chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Don't let him fool you, he's just trying to seem cultured," he teased, winking at her. Anesha couldn't help but laugh, the tension in her chest loosening a bit.
"Well, I'm not one to judge," she said, smiling back. "I mean, I am reading Shakespeare in a coffee shop after all."
Dean's laugh was smooth, like the notes of the jazz playing in the background, and it filled Anesha with a warmth she hadn't felt in a long time. "Fair point," he conceded. "But let me tell you, we've got some pretty good material ourselves, if you're ever in the mood for a laugh."
Anesha couldn't believe it. Here she was, sipping her coffee with two of the biggest entertainers of the era. She felt like she had been plucked from her ordinary life and thrust into one of their comedies. She took a sip of her coffee, trying to act casual. "So, what brings you two to our little corner of the world?"
Jerry leaned back with a dramatic sigh. "Oh, you know, just escaping the Hollywood craziness," he said, his voice dripping with mock exhaustion. "We heard about this place from a friend who said it had the best coffee west of the Mississippi."
"And the company's not so bad either," Dean added with a sideways glance at Anesha, his smile growing.
Jerry's eyes sparkled as he leaned closer. "You know, it's funny you say that," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Dean here might be the smooth one, but I've always had a soft spot for the intellectual type."
Anesha felt her cheeks burn even more, the heat spreading down her neck. It was true, she had always had a secret crush on Jerry. His goofy antics and endearing charm had captured her heart in a way that Dean's suave persona never could. But here he was, flirting with her in the most charming, nonchalant way.
"Well, I've always had a soft spot for those who can make me laugh," she replied, hoping her voice didn't betray the butterflies in her stomach. She took a deep breath and focused on the conversation, trying to keep her cool.
Dean leaned in, his gaze meeting hers. "And what about you, Miss Intellectual? Do you find our brand of comedy appealing?"
Anesha took a deep breath, her heart fluttering. "Oh, absolutely. I've seen all your films, listened to your radio shows. You two are brilliant."
Jerry's grin widened. "Well, if that's the case, maybe we should test your knowledge." He winked at Dean, who nodded in agreement. "How about a little impromptu trivia game? If you can answer some questions about us, maybe we'll share some behind-the-scenes gossip."
Anesha's eyes lit up, her nerves momentarily forgotten. "I'm up for the challenge," she said, setting down her book.
Dean leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright, let's start with an easy one," he began. "What was the name of the first film we starred in together?"
Anesha didn't miss a beat. "My Friend Irma," she replied confidently, her eyes shining.
Dean's eyes widened in surprise, and he exchanged a look with Jerry. "Impressive," he said, his smile growing. "You've done your homework."
Jerry nodded. "Alright, let's see if you can handle this one," he said, his voice taking on a more playful tone. "In 'The Stooge', what was the name of the character I played?"
"The Stooge," Anesha replied without hesitation, "but it was actually the character of 'Ted Rogers', a talented but unlucky comedian who's always in the shadow of his successful partner."
Jerry's eyes widened with astonishment, and he slapped the table lightly. "Wow, you really know your stuff," he said with genuine admiration.
"Just a fan," Anesha replied, blushing again.
Dean leaned in closer, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Okay, one more. What's my real name?"
Anesha's mind raced. She knew this one. "Dino Crocetti," she said with a knowing smile.
Dean's eyebrows shot up, and he looked at Jerry with a look of pure amazement. "You're something else, you know that?" he said, shaking his head.
Jerry leaned back, his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. You win. You're officially the biggest fan we've met in a while."
Anesha couldn't contain her excitement. "Really?" she asked, her voice a squeak.
Dean chuckled, nodding. "Really. Now, what do you say we make this interesting?"
Anesha's eyes narrowed, curiosity piqued. "How so?"
"We'll tell you a secret about our next big project, but only if you can guess the plot," Jerry said, his smile turning into a full-blown grin.
The excitement in Anesha's eyes was unmistakable. She took another sip of her coffee, buying time. "Alright," she said, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "Let's see what I can do."
Dean leaned back, his hands clasped behind his head. "We're thinking of doing a film where we play two bumbling detectives trying to solve a high-profile crime," he began, watching her intently. "It's got action, suspense, and, of course, plenty of laughs."
Anesha's mind raced as she took another sip of her coffee. "A comedy noir, how intriguing," she mused, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, let's see. The plot could involve a mysterious femme fatale, a stolen necklace, and a series of misunderstandings that lead you both into a world of trouble with the real criminals?"
Dean's grin grew wider, and he nodded. "Very close, but not quite," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Jerry leaned in again, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "The real plot involves a missing heiress, a race against time, and a bunch of misfits we befriend along the way who actually end up solving the mystery for us," he revealed.
Anesha's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, I love it," she exclaimed. "It sounds like a hilarious twist on the typical detective genre."
"You're not wrong," Dean said, his voice smoother than the jazz notes that floated through the air. "We're hoping to bring a fresh take to the table, keep the audience guessing and laughing all at once."
"What's it called?" Anesha asked, her voice filled with eager anticipation.
Dean leaned in closer, his smile enigmatic. "Well, that's where you come in, Miss Smarty-Pants," he said, his eyes twinkling. "If you can guess the title of our new film, we'll not only tell you the plot, but we'll also give you a ticket to the premiere."
Anesha felt her heart pound in her chest. A ticket to the premiere? This was beyond anything she could have imagined. She took a deep breath, her mind racing with possibilities. "Okay, let's see," she said, her eyes darting around the room as if the answer was hiding somewhere in the shadows. "The plot involves a heist, a race against time, and a bunch of lovable misfits. What about 'The Cat's Meow Caper'?"
Dean and Jerry looked at each other, surprise and excitement in their expressions. "That's not too far off," Dean said with a chuckle. "But it's not quite there."
Anesha thought for a moment, her eyes focusing on the swirl of cream in her coffee. "How about 'The Pink Panther Snatch'?" she suggested, her voice hopeful.
Jerry slapped the table again, his laughter echoing through the coffee shop. "You're getting warmer," he exclaimed. "But it's not about a panther, it's about something much more… sparkly."
Anesha's eyes lit up as understanding dawned on her. "Ah, 'The Diamond Dilemma'!" she said confidently.
Dean clapped his hands together, and Jerry's laughter filled the air. "Now, that's what I'm talking about!" he exclaimed. "You've got it, kid. You've earned yourself a ticket to the premiere."
Anesha felt like she was floating. The idea of attending the premiere of a Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis movie was more than she could have ever hoped for. "Thank you," she said, her voice shaking slightly with excitement.
Dean pulled a small, leather-bound notebook from his pocket and scribbled something down. He tore out the page and slid it across the table to her. "This is the address and the date. Don't tell anyone," he said with a wink. "It's our little secret."
Anesha picked up the note, her heart racing with excitement. She had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. "I won't tell a soul," she promised, tucking it safely into her purse. "Thank you so much."
The two men sipped their coffee, watching her with amusement. "So, Miss Intellectual," Jerry began, "are you ready to hear some behind-the-scenes secrets?"
Anesha nodded eagerly, her heart thumping in her chest like a drum. "Please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dean leaned in, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Let's just say that the script has had more twists and turns than my last Vegas vacation," he began, his eyes dancing with mirth. "There's a scene where we're supposed to be sneaking around a mansion, trying to be all stealthy."
Jerry couldn't hold in his laughter any longer. "And what does he do?" he interjected, slapping the table. "He trips over his own feet and sets off every alarm in the place."
Anesha couldn't help but laugh at the mental image, her cheeks flushing with glee. "You're kidding!"
Dean feigned innocence, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Would I do that?"
"Every take," Jerry said, shaking his head. "But the director loved it so much, he kept it in the movie. Said it added to the charm."
Anesha couldn't hold back her giggles, imagining the suave Dean Martin in such a comedic blunder. It was a delightful contrast to his usual on-screen persona. The conversation flowed effortlessly as they shared more tales of their adventures in Hollywood, the laughter filling the booth and drawing curious glances from the other patrons. Anesha felt like she had known them for years, not just moments.
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The coffee grew cold as the hours ticked by, the stories and laughter flowing as freely as the autumn breeze outside. Anesha found herself drawn into their world, forgetting her own troubles as she listened to tales of their friendship, their pranks on set, and the occasional run-in with the Hollywood elite. She shared stories of her own, her love for the theater, and her dreams of one day seeing her own name in lights.
Dean leaned in, his eyes sincere. "You know, you've got a spark, kid," he said. "You should head to the city, give it a shot. You never know what might happen."
Anesha's heart swelled with hope. "Maybe I will," she said, her voice filled with a determination she hadn't felt in a long time.
Jerry leaned closer, his eyes bright with encouragement. "You've got what it takes, Anesha," he said. "You're smart, you're beautiful, and you can laugh at our terrible jokes."
Anesha couldn't help but blush under their praise. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and disbelief. "But I don't know if I'm ready for that just yet."
Dean's expression grew more serious. "You'll never be ready unless you take that first step," he said, his eyes holding hers. "Trust me, I know a thing or two about chasing dreams."
Anesha took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. It was as if he had read the script of her life and knew exactly where she was stuck. She had always dreamed of more, but the fear of failure had kept her rooted in the comfort of her small town.
"But what if I fail?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dean leaned back, his gaze softening. "Everyone fails, sweetheart," he said with a gentle smile. "It's what you do after that counts. You pick yourself up, dust off the cobwebs, and try again. That's show business, and that's life."
Jerry nodded in agreement. "You've got the smarts and the passion," he said, patting her hand. "And if you need a couple of knuckleheads to cheer you on, you know where to find us."
Anesha felt a warmth spread through her chest, their kind words resonating deep within her. "Thank you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I'll think about it."
Dean nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "You do that," he said. "But don't think too long. Opportunities like this don't come around often."
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As the afternoon turned to evening, the coffee shop began to empty out. The barista glanced over, hinting that it was time to close. Anesha looked at her watch, surprised at how quickly the time had flown. "I can't believe it's so late," she said, standing up.
Dean and Jerry exchanged a knowing glance. "We've got a way of doing that to people," Jerry quipped, sliding out of the booth with surprising grace. "But it's been a real pleasure, Miss Anesha. Don't let those dreams of yours gather dust."
Anesha gathered her things, her heart racing. "Thank you," she said again, feeling the weight of their words. "For the company, the stories, and… the ticket."
Dean stood, extending a hand to help her up. "Consider it a little nudge," he said, his grip firm but gentle. "You've got a bright future, Anesha. Don't let fear hold you back."
Jerry joined him, his grin infectious. "And who knows, maybe we'll see you up there on the big screen one day," he said, miming a spotlight with his hand.
Anesha felt her cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She couldn't imagine herself performing alongside them, but the idea wasn't as ludicrous as it had been that morning. "I'll do my best," she said with a shy smile.
Dean nodded solemnly. "That's all anyone can ask for," he said, patting her on the shoulder. "Now, we've got to get going. We've got a train to catch."
Jerry's eyes widened in mock horror. "The train!" he exclaimed, glancing at his watch. "We're gonna miss it!"
Dean rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "Relax, we've got plenty of time," he said, but the excitement in Jerry's voice was contagious, and they began to gather their coats and hats. Anesha felt a pang of sadness as she watched them prepare to leave. The magic of the afternoon was coming to an end, and she wasn't ready to let it go.
"Thank you again for the wonderful afternoon," she said, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked. "I'll never forget this."
"The pleasure's all ours, darlin'," Dean said, tipping his hat. "Remember what we said. Chase those dreams."
"And see you at the premiere!" Jerry added, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
Anesha couldn't believe it. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest as she watched them leave, their laughter echoing through the now-deserted coffee shop. She took one last sip of her cold coffee, the bitter taste a stark contrast to the sweetness of the afternoon's events. As the bell chimed once more, announcing their departure, she felt a strange mix of elation and melancholy settle over her.
Pulling out the ticket from her purse, she stared at it in wonder. The 'Diamond Dilemma' premiere was just two weeks away in the heart of Hollywood. The thought of being there, among the stars and glamour she had only ever seen in magazines, was both thrilling and terrifying. Could she really do it? Leave her quiet town for the chaos and uncertainty of the city of angels?
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For days, Anesha couldn't get the meeting with Dean and Jerry out of her head. Their words of encouragement played on a loop in her mind, pushing her to consider the once-unthinkable. She found herself walking down the main street with new eyes, imagining the marquees of Broadway with her name up in lights. The fear was still there, but it was now accompanied by a burning desire to prove them right.
The day of the premiere arrived, and Anesha stood before her bedroom mirror, staring at the dress laid out before her. It was a stunning piece she had found in a second-hand shop, a gem from another era that shimmered with sequins and promise. She had never worn anything like it before, but it felt right. It was as if the dress had been waiting for this moment, just for her.
With trembling hands, she slipped it on, feeling the beautiful pink fabric hug her body in a way that made her feel both exposed and powerful. The dress clung to her curves, accentuating her figure in a way that made her feel like a starlet from the silver screen. She twirled around, watching the skirt flare out around her, and for a brief moment, she was no longer Anesha from the small town but a woman ready to conquer the world of glitz and glamour.
Her reflection stared back, a stranger with the same hopeful eyes she had always known. She applied a daring red lipstick, the color of a Hollywood siren, and her transformation was complete. The girl who had spent countless afternoons daydreaming in the local coffee shop was now dressed to dazzle the world.
But there was one last thing to do: her hair. Anesha's curls were a wild tapestry of black, a stark contrast to the sleek, styled looks of the starlets she admired. With a deep breath, she picked up her mother's hairbrush, an old relic that had seen better days but still held a hint of the love and care that had once tamed her unruly locks. She brushed through the knots, each stroke a silent promise to herself that she would not let this chance slip away.
The mirror reflected her determination as she twisted and pinned her hair into an elegant updo, channeling the elegance of the women she had seen in the movies. Strands fell loose, framing her face like a soft halo, and she couldn't help but smile at the transformation. It wasn't perfect, but it was her. And that, she realized, was all that truly mattered.
Anesha reached for her favorite bottle of perfume, lightly spraying her caramel-colored skin with the sweet fragrance. The scent was a comforting reminder of home, a small piece of her past that she could carry with her into the unknown. She took a deep breath, letting the delicate notes of vanilla and jasmine wash over her, a silent mantra to keep her grounded amidst the whirlwind that awaited her.
But as she stared at herself in the mirror, she remembered Jerry's words. "You've got what it takes, Anesha." With a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and gave herself a nod of determination.
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The train ride was long and tiring, but her excitement didn't wane. She watched the scenery change from the comforting familiarity of her small town to the sprawling unknown of the city. The closer she got to her destination, the more her heart raced with anticipation. She stepped off the train into a world of bustling streets, flashing lights, and the distant sound of laughter and applause. It was like stepping into one of the movies she had watched countless times, but this time she was a part of it.
The evening of the premiere finally arrived, and Anesha made her way to the theater, her heart pounding in her chest. The red carpet was a sea of glamour, and she felt like a fish out of water in her simple dress and sensible shoes. But as she approached the velvet ropes, the attendant looked at her ticket and nodded, letting her pass. She took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of her new friends.
Suddenly, she heard it—a familiar voice cutting through the chatter like a knife through butter. "Miss Intellectual!" Anesha's head whipped around to see Jerry waving at her from a nearby cluster of people. He looked just as dashing as he did on the screen, in a tailored tuxedo that emphasized his lean frame.
Anesha's heart skipped a beat as she made her way over, her palms damp with excitement. The crowd parted slightly, allowing her to pass, and she found herself face to face with Dean and Jerry once again. "You made it!" Jerry exclaimed, enveloping her in a warm hug. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint."
Dean took her hand, his smile as smooth as velvet. "You look stunning," he said, his eyes sweeping over her. "Like a movie star already."
Anesha felt a blush creep up her neck, but she returned the smile, standing a little taller. "Thank you," she said. "I can't believe I'm here."
The two men exchanged a proud look before turning back to her. "You know, we've got some friends who are dying to meet you," Dean said, his voice filled with mischief.
Anesha's eyes widened in shock. "Friends?" she repeated, her heart racing even faster.
The duo led Anesha through the throng of elegantly dressed attendees, introducing her to a veritable who's who of Hollywood. Each introduction was met with polite nods and handshakes, the celebrities' curiosity piqued by the small-town girl who had captured the hearts of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis. Anesha felt like she was floating, her nervousness giving way to an exhilarating sense of belonging.
As they approached the theater entrance, a barricade of flashbulbs popped, momentarily blinding her. The paparazzi called out questions, their voices a cacophony of sound. "Dean! Jerry! Who's the lovely lady?" "Is she in the film?" "Is she your next leading lady?"
Jerry leaned in, whispering in her ear. "Ready for your close-up?" His breath was warm and tickled her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
Anesha took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. "Ready as I'll ever be," she murmured, a smile playing on her lips.
Dean placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Just be yourself, darlin'. That's all the world needs to see." His words were a balm to her nerves, and she felt a surge of confidence as they stepped into the spotlight. The flashes from the cameras painted the night in a strobe of white, and she held onto the arms of her newfound friends as if they were her lifeline in this glamorous ocean.
Inside the theater, the opulence took her breath away. The plush seats, the gleaming chrome, and the grandeur of the screen ahead was a stark contrast to the dusty, one-screen theater back home. As the lights dimmed, Anesha found herself seated between Dean and Jerry, their presence a comforting reminder of the whirlwind afternoon that had changed her life.
The film began, and Anesha watched, captivated. The plot twisted and turned, just as they had described. The laughter was infectious, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing she had guessed the premise almost correctly. As the credits rolled, the applause was deafening. She clapped along, her hands stinging from the effort, her heart soaring higher than it ever had before.
The lights came up, and Dean leaned over, whispering in her ear. "What did you think?" His breath was warm, and she felt a thrill at the closeness.
Anesha turned to him, her eyes shining. "It was amazing," she said truthfully. "I can't believe I guessed so much of the plot."
Dean chuckled. "You've got a knack for it," he said, patting her hand. "Maybe we should hire you to write our next script."
The evening passed in a blur of after-party festivities and celebrity chit-chat, but Anesha never felt out of place. She had found her footing in this glittering world, her sharp wit and genuine charm holding its own against Hollywood's elite. As the party wound down, Dean and Jerry exchanged a knowing glance. "We've got a surprise for you," Jerry said, a twinkle in his eye.
They led her through the back of the theater and into a dimly lit alley. Anesha's heart raced, unsure of what to expect. But then she saw it—a sleek black car with a chauffeur holding the door open. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.
"To the after-party, of course," Dean said, guiding her into the car. "But first, a little detour."
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The car weaved through the streets of Hollywood, the neon lights painting a colorful tapestry outside the windows. Anesha's heart was racing. The thrill of the evening had only just begun, and she couldn't believe what was happening.
"Where are we going?" she asked, unable to contain her curiosity.
"You'll see," Jerry said with a wink.
The car pulled up to an unassuming building, the neon sign above the door reading 'The Sapphire Lounge'. The chauffeur opened the door, and they stepped out into the cool night air. The sound of jazz music and laughter spilled onto the sidewalk, beckoning them inside.
Dean offered his arm, and Anesha took it, feeling like she was walking into a movie set. The club was smoky and dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and perfume. The velvet curtains parted, revealing a world of glitz and glamour that seemed a million miles away from her small town.
The Sapphire Lounge was a place where the stars came to unwind, and as they entered, Anesha felt the weight of a thousand eyes upon her. The whispers grew louder as the crowd recognized Dean and Jerry, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill at being on their arms. The music was a smooth jazz melody, and the air was electric with the promise of a night to remember.
They found a table near the stage, and as they sat, the house lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the velvet curtain, and the crowd grew silent. The MC announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the one and only… Miss Anesha Ward!"
A collective murmur rippled through the room as the curtains parted, revealing a microphone on a stand. Anesha's heart skipped a beat, her eyes wide with shock. "What's going on?" she whispered to Jerry.
"You're about to become a star, kiddo," Dean said with a wink. "We've got a little surprise for you."
Anesha's knees wobbled as she made her way to the stage, the spotlight blinding her to the audience beyond. She could feel their presence, the weight of their expectations pressing down on her. The stage was smaller than she had ever imagined, the velvet curtains a stark reminder of the dreams she had shared with the comedy duo.
Taking a deep breath, she gripped the microphone with trembling hands. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice shaky. The audience clapped politely, and she could feel Dean and Jerry's eyes on her, willing her to shine.
Looking directly at Jerry, her voice grew stronger. "I'd like to take the time to dedicate this song to someone really special," she announced into the microphone. The crowd grew quiet, curious as to who could be worthy of such an honor.
The opening notes of "I Don't Stand a Ghost of a Chance" by Bea Wain began to play, and Anesha felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. She had heard the song a hundred times, but now it was the soundtrack to the most surreal moment of her life. She began to sing, her voice clear and powerful, filling the room with its haunting melody.
The crowd was silent, hanging on to every word, every note. Anesha's nerves disappeared, and she let the music carry her away. As she sang about unrequited love and longing, she couldn't help but feel it resonate within her own heart. The spotlight grew warm, enveloping her in a comforting glow, and she knew that this was where she belonged.
Dean and Jerry watched her from the table, their eyes filled with pride and amazement. They had seen countless performers over the years, but there was something about Anesha that was truly captivating. Her voice, her presence, the way she owned the stage—it was mesmerizing. They knew they had been right about her all along.
The audience was spellbound, and even the seasoned showbiz folks couldn't help but feel the raw emotion in her performance. The question of her dedication remained unanswered, a silent mystery that added an extra layer of intrigue to the evening. Some whispered among themselves, placing bets on who could be the lucky recipient of such a heartfelt tribute.
As the final note of the song faded, the room erupted into applause. Anesha stepped back from the microphone, her cheeks flushed with the heat of the spotlight. She had never felt more alive, more seen, than in that moment. She looked down at Dean and Jerry, who were both on their feet, clapping fervently. Their faces were a picture of pure joy, their expressions mirroring the overwhelming emotions that were bubbling up inside her.
Jerry was the first to reach her, pulling her into a bear hug. "You did it, kid!" he exclaimed. "You're a natural!"
Dean's smile was more subdued, his eyes holding a different kind of admiration. "You've got the voice of an angel," he murmured, his voice low and sincere.
Anesha felt the heat of his breath, and she knew he wasn't just talking about her singing. She stepped back, breaking the moment, and took a deep breath. "Thank you," she said, her voice still trembling. "It was… incredible."
Dean took her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. "This is just the beginning," he said, his voice low and earnest. "You've got a gift, Anesha. Don't let it go to waste."
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The rest of the night was a whirlwind of congratulations and introductions to other industry icons. Anesha's head spun with the names and faces, but she remained grounded by the steadfast presence of Dean and Jerry. They had opened a door for her, and she was determined not to let it slam shut.
As the night grew late, the club's energy wound down, and the trio found themselves back in the alley, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of the spotlight. Anesha shivered slightly, the reality of the moment sinking in. "Thank you," she said, her voice sincere. "For everything."
Jerry leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving hers. "Don't thank us," he said. "You did that all on your own."
Anesha felt a warmth spread through her chest. "But you gave me the chance," she said. "I never would have had the courage to sing without your encouragement."
Dean's eyes twinkled. "You're welcome," he said, squeezing her hand before excusing himself to the restroom.
Left with Jerry, Anesha felt a sudden rush of nervousness. The laughter and applause had been a buffer, but now it was just the two of them, standing in the quiet alley.
"So…who was the song dedicated to?" Jerry asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice. He leaned against the brick wall, his tie loosened and a glass of whiskey in hand.
Anesha felt a blush creep up her neck. "It was for… someone who believed in me before I did," she replied, her gaze drifting to the stars above.
Jerry's smile grew knowing. "Sounds like a story worth telling," he said, taking a sip of his drink.
Anesha nodded, her eyes shining. "It's a long one," she warned.
Jerry chuckled. "Well, we've got all night," he said, his voice low and inviting.
Anesha took a deep breath, the cool air filling her lungs. "It was for a guy I met back in my hometown," she confessed, her eyes meeting Jerry's. "Sort of an unexpected encounter, but for the small amount of time we did talk, I feel like I've known him for years…instead of hours." She felt a strange mix of vulnerability and relief at sharing her secret.
Jerry leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "Tell me more," he urged, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Anesha took a deep breath, the cool air of the alley feeling almost soothing against the heat of the club. "Well, he's like a prince charming," she began, her voice filled with wonder. "His life is so… different from mine. He's seen the world, done amazing things, and he's got this… this magnetism that just draws people to him."
Jerry nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "And yet, he saw something in you," he said, his tone gentle. "That's what counts, Anesha. Sometimes, the most unexpected connections are the ones that matter the most."
Anesha felt a lump form in her throat. "I just… I don't know how to tell him," she confessed. "What if he doesn't feel the same way?"
Jerry's expression grew serious. "You've got to take chances," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Life's too short for 'what ifs'. If he's the one you're thinking of, then you owe it to yourself to find out."
Anesha nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "You're right," she murmured, her eyes searching his. "Thank you."
Jerry's smile was warm. "That's what friends are for," he said, and for a moment, she allowed herself to believe it could be something more. But then reality crashed back down around her. This was all a fairytale, a magical evening that would soon come to an end. She had to tell him the truth.
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The party continued to buzz with excitement, and Anesha felt a sudden need to escape the cocoon of the club's warmth. She slipped away from the crowd, finding refuge in the cool evening air. The Sapphire Lounge's back garden was a maze of flowers, the scent of roses and jasmine wafting through the night. She wandered the paths, her thoughts racing.
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It wasn't long before she heard footsteps on the gravel, approaching her. She turned, expecting to see Dean, but it was Jerry who emerged through the foliage. He looked concerned, his eyes scanning her face. "You okay, kid?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet night.
Anesha took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill her lungs. "Jerry," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "There's something I need to tell you."
He stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing in concern. "What's wrong?"
Anesha took a moment to gather her thoughts, the garden's serenity a stark contrast to the tumult within her. "It's… it's about the dedication," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The song wasn't for some random guy. It was for you."
Jerry's eyes widened, his step faltering slightly. "Me?" he repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. "But… why?"
Anesha's cheeks flushed, the cool night air doing nothing to cool the heat of her confession. "You guys," she said, her voice shaky. "You've given me so much tonight—a chance to sing, to be seen, to believe in myself. And Jerry… your kindness, your encouragement—it's like you saw something in me that no one else ever has."
Jerry took a step closer, his eyes searching hers. "What are you trying to say, Anesha?" His voice was low, filled with a newfound intensity that made her heart race even faster.
"I… I think I might be falling for you," she admitted, her eyes never leaving his. The words hung in the air between them, a confession that seemed to echo through the quiet garden. She watched as a range of emotions played out on his face—surprise, confusion, and finally, something that looked a lot like hope.
For a moment, the world stood still. Then Jerry took another step, closing the distance between them. He took her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks. "Anesha," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "You're an incredible woman. I've never met anyone quite like you."
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she searched his eyes for any sign of rejection. But what she found was something much more profound. "You know," he said, his voice thick with feeling, "I think I've been falling for you too."
And with that, Jerry leaned in and kissed her. It was a kiss filled with the promise of a future neither of them had dared to imagine before this moment. The warmth of his lips sent a jolt of electricity through her body, and Anesha felt as if she were floating. The garden's beauty faded into the background, and all she could focus on was the way he made her feel—seen, heard, and cherished.
When they pulled away, their breath mingled in the cool air, their eyes locked in a silent conversation of understanding. "I never expected this," Anesha murmured, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.
"Neither did I," Jerry confessed, a soft smile playing on his lips. "But I'm not complaining." His thumb traced the outline of her cheek, his gaze tender.
Their moment was interrupted by the sound of the club's back door opening, and they quickly stepped apart, their hearts racing. Dean stepped out into the garden, a concerned expression etched on his face. "You two okay?" he asked, his eyes darting between them.
Anesha couldn't help but laugh nervously, her cheeks still flushed from Jerry's kiss. "We're fine," she managed to say, her voice still shaky. "Just getting some fresh air."
Dean nodded, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Everything okay?" he asked, his gaze lingering on Jerry's hand, which was still resting on her shoulder.
Jerry cleared his throat, his thumb tracing circles on her skin. "Yeah, Dean," he said, his voice a little too casual. "We're just… talking."
Dean raised an eyebrow but said nothing, his gaze lingering for a beat too long before he turned back towards the club. "Well, don't let the party miss you too much," he called over his shoulder as he disappeared back inside.
Jerry turned to Anesha, his expression a mix of excitement and nerves. "So, what now?" he asked, his voice low.
Anesha felt a thrill run through her. "Now?" she echoed, her voice a whisper. "Now, we see where this takes us."
Jerry's smile grew wider, his eyes filled with a warmth she hadn't noticed before. "To Hollywood, and beyond," he said, taking her hand.
Together, they stepped back into the club, the music and laughter swirling around them like a warm embrace. The evening stretched ahead, filled with promise and possibility. Anesha felt like she was living in a movie, the kind she had watched countless times at the local theater back home. But this time, she was the star.
The party grew wilder as the night went on, but the buzz of the crowd couldn't drown out the thunderous beating of her heart. Every time Jerry's hand brushed against hers, she felt a spark of excitement that was all too real. They danced, they laughed, and they talked of dreams and futures. It was easy to get lost in the fantasy of it all.
But as the clock ticked closer to midnight, a sense of reality began to creep in. The party would eventually end, and she would have to return to her small town, to the life she had always known. The thought was sobering, a stark contrast to the glitz and glamour that surrounded her.
Dean, noticing her quiet contemplation, pulled her aside. "You know, Anesha," he said, his voice serious. "This life isn't all it's cracked up to be."
Anesha looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "What do you mean?"
Dean took a deep breath, his expression a mix of fondness and concern. "It's easy to get swept up in all this," he gestured to the swirling mass of people, the flashing lights, and the clinking of champagne glasses. "But it can be a tough business, kid. You've got to have a thick skin."
Anesha nodded, her smile faltering slightly. "I know," she said. "But I can't help but feel like this is where I'm meant to be."
"Maybe it is," Dean said, his eyes searching hers. "But don't let it change who you are."
The weight of his words settled over her, but Anesha felt a newfound strength in knowing she had two of the industry's greatest stars in her corner. As the night grew late, the three of them stepped out into the cool embrace of the Hollywood night, the stars twinkling above like a thousand winks of encouragement.
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The ride back to the hotel was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated by the occasional laugh and shared memory of the evening's events. As they pulled up to the grand building, Anesha felt a twinge of sadness knowing that this magical night would soon come to an end.
Jerry walked her to her room, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back. The hallway was plush with carpet, muffling their footsteps as they approached her door. Anesha felt the heat of his hand through her dress, and she knew that this was it—the moment she had been both dreading and anticipating.
He stopped in front of her door, his gaze searching hers. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "For everything."
Jerry leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You don't owe me anything," he murmured. "Except maybe one more dance."
Anesha's eyes searched his, a question in them. "One more?"
Jerry nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Yeah," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "But this time, just you and me."
He led her to a quiet corner of the hotel's grand ballroom, where a single record player spun a slow, sweet tune. The rest of the partygoers had either retired to their rooms or moved the festivities elsewhere, leaving them in a bubble of near-silence. He took her hand, and they began to sway to the music, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Her heart pounded as they danced, the gentle pressure of his hand guiding her through the steps. She felt like she was floating, her feet barely touching the floor. His other hand rested gently on the small of her back, holding her close but not too tight, a perfect balance between comfort and passion.
As the music swelled around them, Anesha felt the weight of the evening's revelations—the kiss, the confession, the promise of something more. It was a moment that could have been plucked straight from the pages of a romance novel, and she was living it.
Her eyes searched Jerry's, the gravity of the situation settling in. "What happens now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jerry's smile grew soft. "Whatever you want to happen," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "We take it slow, we see where this goes. But know this, Anesha, I don't take these feelings lightly. You're not just a fan anymore; you're someone I care about."
Anesha felt a warmth spread through her, his words wrapping around her like a warm blanket. "I care about you too," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just don't want to ruin anything."
Jerry's smile grew gentle. "You won't," he assured her, his hand squeezing hers. "We're just two people finding our way. We'll figure it out together."
The music wound down, and they stood there for a moment, their bodies still swaying slightly. Anesha felt a mix of excitement and fear. The line between fan and friend had been blurred, and now, she was stepping into something she had never dared to dream.
Jerry leaned in, his breath warm against her neck. "You're not going to run away on me, are you?" he teased.
Anesha giggled, her nerves dissipating slightly. "I might just follow you two around for the rest of my life," she said, her eyes shining.
Jerry's smile grew serious. "I wouldn't mind that," he said, his voice low. "But I think you're meant for much more than that." He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers in a gentle kiss that seemed to seal their newfound bond.
Anesha's heart raced as she stepped into her hotel room, the night's events replaying in her mind like a movie reel. She lay in bed, the soft hum of the city lulling her to sleep as she clutched the premiere ticket that had started it all. The future looked brighter than ever, filled with the glitter of Hollywood stars and the promise of love she had never dared to hope for.
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The next morning, she awoke to the sound of a knock at the door. She threw on a robe, her heart racing with excitement. When she opened the door, she found a bouquet of roses with a small note attached. It read, "To the girl who stole the show—break a leg today. -Jerry." A smile spread across her face as she took in the sweet scent, feeling like Cinderella the morning after the ball.
After a breakfast of room service eggs benedict, she picked up the phone and called her mother, her voice trembling as she recounted the events of the night. Her mother's squeals of joy and excitement could be heard clear across the line. "Oh, honey," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm so proud of you. You've always had that spark."
With her mother's words echoing in her mind, Anesha took a deep breath and stepped out into the bustling streets of Hollywood. The sun was shining, and the air was filled with the scent of possibility. She had an appointment at a small recording studio later that afternoon, a chance to record a demo that could be her ticket to the big leagues.
As she made her way through the city, the melody of her heart swirled in her head, taking shape into a song that felt as if it had been waiting for her to discover it. It was a song about a girl from a small town who had found love in the most unexpected of places, about the magic of a single night that had changed everything. The lyrics flowed from her like a river, painting a picture of the whirlwind romance that had blossomed between her and her idol.
The studio was a humble space, but the walls seemed to resonate with the echoes of countless dreams. As Anesha stepped into the booth, the sound of her heart pounding seemed to fill the room. The producer, a kind-faced man with a gentle smile, nodded encouragingly. She took a deep breath, her eyes closing briefly before she opened them to find Jerry and Dean sitting in the control room, watching her with anticipation.
The music began to play, a melody that grew as her voice filled the room.
"Is this a dream," Anesha sang, her voice full of passion and beauty as if she were singing the contents of her heart. The words echoed in the small recording booth, resonating with the emotions of the night before. She closed her eyes, lost in the melody, her voice a testament to the magic that had swept through her life like a tornado of glamour and love.
The producer nodded in approval from the control room, his eyes shining with excitement. Anesha had never felt more alive, her voice soaring with every note. "If it is," she continued, her eyes fluttering open to find Jerry and Dean watching her intently, their expressions a mirror to her own tumultuous feelings. "Please don't wake me from this high."
Jerry's eyes never left hers as she sang, and she could see the emotions playing out on his face—surprise, happiness, and something deeper that made her heart race. "You found me," she sang, her voice a soft caress, "when no one else was lookin'." It was as if the words had been plucked from her soul, a declaration of her newfound belonging.
The song grew stronger with every line, the music swelling around them like a warm embrace. Anesha felt the walls of the booth closing in, the world outside fading away. It was just her, her voice, and the truth of her feelings. "You showed me where I belong," she continued, her eyes shining with unshed tears. The lyrics painted a picture of their unexpected connection, a bond that had transcended the boundaries of fan and star.
Jerry leaned forward in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "And I was hiding," she sang, her voice raw with emotion, "until you came along." The words hung in the air, a declaration of her vulnerability and the strength she had found in his friendship and support.
As the music played, Anesha's voice grew stronger, the lyrics weaving a tapestry of their shared experiences. "You found me," she sang, the words resonating with the truth of their unexpected bond. "You found me when no one else was looking." It was as if she was recounting the very moments of their meeting, the way he had seen through her shy exterior and recognized the star within.
The song spoke of their journey, from the quiet coffee shop to the bustling streets of Hollywood. "You broke through all of my confusion," she crooned, her voice a testament to the clarity Jerry had brought to her life. The ups and downs of their whirlwind romance were laid bare in the melody, the highs soaring and the lows resonating with a poignant depth that made the producer's heart swell.
The final notes of the song hung in the air, a silent question that seemed to echo in the small booth. Anesha stepped out, her cheeks flushed with the exertion of her performance. Jerry was the first to break the silence, applauding softly. "Anesha, that was…" he trailed off, his voice thick with emotion.
Dean's eyes were shiny with unshed tears, and he nodded in silent agreement. "Kid," he managed to say, his voice gruff. "You've got something special."
Jerry stepped out of the control room, his eyes never leaving hers. "Anesha," he began, his voice hoarse with emotion. "That song… it's beautiful."
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she ducked her head, feeling the weight of his gaze. "I wrote it for you, Jerry," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. "For everything you've done for me, for making me feel like I belong here."
He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to tilt her chin upwards, so she was forced to meet his gaze. "You do," he said firmly. "You've always belonged here." His eyes searched hers, and she could see the sincerity in his expression. "And I'm not just saying that because I… well, because I care about you."
Anesha felt her heart skip a beat, the gravity of his words settling into her bones. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "For believing in me."
Jerry's thumb brushed her cheek, his gaze never leaving hers. "It's easy to believe in someone as talented as you," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "But I want you to know that it's not just about the singing or the jokes. It's about your spirit, your resilience. You've got what it takes to make it in this town."
Anesha felt the warmth of his hand and the sincerity in his eyes, and she knew that he meant every word. "But what about us?" she asked, her voice tentative. "Can we… make it work?"
Jerry took a moment to consider, his eyes never leaving hers. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice low. "But I'd like to try."
Anesha felt a weight lift from her shoulders, a sense of relief and excitement mingling together. "Me too," she whispered, her heart racing.
Dean, who had been quietly watching the exchange, cleared his throat. "Alright, lovebirds," he said, his tone lightening the mood. "We've got a full day ahead of us. Places to be, people to charm."
They both chuckled, the tension in the air dissipating. Anesha took a deep breath, feeling a newfound determination welling up inside her. "Okay," she said, her voice steady. "Let's do this."
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The rest of the day was a blur of meetings and rehearsals, the excitement of the recording session still buzzing in her veins. She walked the streets of Hollywood with a newfound confidence, her hand in Jerry's, his warmth a constant reminder of their growing bond. They talked of their hopes and fears, the challenges they faced in their respective careers, and the thrill of the unknown that lay ahead.
The evening brought them to the grand opening of a swanky new nightclub, the neon lights reflecting off the gleaming chrome and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses spilling out onto the sidewalks. Anesha felt like she had stepped into a Technicolor dream, the vividness of the scene around her a stark contrast to her monochrome life back home. She watched as Jerry worked the room, his charm and charisma leaving an invisible trail of laughter and smiles in his wake.
He'd introduced her to so many people, their names a blur of glitz and glamour. She felt like a fish out of water, but every time she looked at him, she felt a sense of belonging. It was as if he was her compass in this uncharted territory, guiding her through the shark-infested waters of showbiz.
As the night went on, they found a quiet spot on the balcony overlooking the city. The cool breeze ruffled her hair, and she shivered slightly. "You cold?" Jerry asked, slipping his jacket over her shoulders.
"A little," she admitted, snuggling into the warmth. She felt his arms wrap around her waist, his breath warm against her neck. They stood there, watching the city lights twinkle like a sea of stars.
"Anesha," Jerry began, his voice tentative. "I know this is all happening fast, but I can't ignore how I feel about you."
She leaned back into his embrace, her heart fluttering. "I feel the same," she murmured. "But we're from such different worlds."
"Maybe," he conceded. "But who says we can't make our own little universe?" His breath tickled her ear, sending a delightful shiver down her spine. "We could be like… like a comet, blazing our own trail through the sky."
Anesha turned in his arms, looking up at him with a hopeful smile. "A comet?"
Jerry grinned. "Yeah, a comet. Something brilliant and beautiful that nobody saw coming, but now that it's here, it's all anyone can talk about."
Anesha's smile grew wider. "I like that," she said, her eyes searching his. "I really do."
Their moment was interrupted by the sound of a familiar tune, the opening notes of a song that seemed to be playing just for them. "Is that…?" she began, her eyes lighting up with recognition.
Jerry nodded. "It's your song," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "They're playing it."
Anesha's eyes widened as the sound grew louder, the band inside the nightclub picking up the melody she had poured her heart into earlier that day. "But how?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.
Jerry leaned in, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I might have had a little chat with the band," he said, his grin widening. "I thought it was only fitting that your debut performance be at the opening of this swanky joint."
Anesha's jaw dropped. "You didn't," she gasped, a mix of excitement and nerves flooding her.
"Oh, but I did," Jerry said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He took her hand and led her back into the nightclub, the crowd parting for them like the Red Sea. The band looked up as they approached, their faces breaking into smiles of recognition. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, his voice echoing through the speakers. "Please welcome to the stage, the incredibly talented Miss Anesha Ward!"
The applause was deafening, a mix of genuine enthusiasm and curiosity. Anesha felt her heart racing as she took the microphone, the spotlight blinding her to everything but the faces of Dean and Jerry, who were now standing on either side of her, offering silent encouragement.
Her voice trembled slightly as she began to sing, the lyrics she had crafted just that morning now taking on a new meaning. She sang about finding her place in the world, about the love that had blossomed between them, and the promise of a future filled with music, laughter, and love. The crowd was enraptured, their eyes glued to the stage as if she were a shooting star that had crashed into their mundane existence
As Anesha's voice filled the nightclub, she felt a transformation take place within her. The stage lights grew warmer, the music grew stronger, and her fears began to melt away. Each note she sang seemed to resonate with the very soul of the room, connecting her to every person who listened. The applause grew louder with each line, the energy building until it was almost tangible.
Jerry's hand rested on the small of her back, a silent reassurance that she was not alone. His eyes never left hers, the love and belief in him acting like a beacon, guiding her through the tumultuous waves of her emotions. As she sang the final notes of her heartfelt ballad, the crowd erupted into applause, their cheers and whistles a symphony of validation.
Anesha felt a tear slide down her cheek, a mix of joy and disbelief. This was her moment, the culmination of a whirlwind romance and a lifelong dream coming true. The applause grew deafening, hands clapping in a rhythmic crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundation of the club. She took a bow, her heart so full it felt like it might burst from her chest.
When she straightened, she found Jerry's eyes on her, a proud smile lighting up his face. He took the microphone, his voice cutting through the applause. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, "this isn't just a performance. This is the beginning of a beautiful journey for someone I'm honored to call my friend, my muse, and… well, let's just say, she's more than just a fan to me now."
Anesha's cheeks burned as she stepped aside, allowing him to join her in the spotlight. They sang together, their voices blending in a duet that was part laughter, part love, and entirely mesmerizing. The crowd was enchanted, their claps growing more fervent with each shared glance and harmony.
Their performance ended with a dramatic finale, the applause so thunderous it seemed the walls might shake. As the last notes faded away, Jerry took her hand, lifting it high. "This is your moment, Anesha," he whispered, his voice for her ears alone. "Take it."
And she did.
Anesha stepped forward, her eyes shining with the promise of a thousand stars. The crowd's applause grew to a crescendo, a wave of sound that crashed over her, lifting her up and carrying her on its crest. She felt a rush of adrenaline, a thrill that she had never experienced before. It was a heady mix of fear and excitement, and she knew, without a doubt, that she was exactly where she was meant to be.
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CHRISTMAS SONG SHOWDOWN ROUND 1-1:
SILVER BELLS VS. WHITE CHRISTMAS
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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 25/11/2023 (Tate McRae, Drake)
Content warning: Holiday festivities (bah humbug)
For a second week, Jack Harlow - sadly - holds onto the #1 with “Lovin’ on Me” on the UK Singles Chart. Welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS!
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Rundown
As always, as this is very much a regular November-era episode, Hell, probably the real start of the Christmas music era, also known as the end-times, we start with our notable dropouts, which are songs exiting from the UK Top 75 - since that’s what I cover - after five weeks in the region or a peak in the top 40. This week, we bid our farewells to an actually pretty considerable selection of big hits, those being “TOO MUCH” by The Kid LAROI, Jung Kook and Central Cee, “Can’t Play Myself (A Tribute to Amy)” by Skepta, “IDGAF” by Drake featuring Yeat - most likely making way for Drake’s debut this week and will be back the next - “3D” by Jung Kook and Jack Harlow (also potentially back next week thanks to the Justin Timberlake remix), “Say Yes to Heaven” by Lana Del Rey, “Party All the Time” by Hannah Laing and HVRR (Rest well, sweet prince), “It Goes Like (Nanana)” by Peggy Gou, “Everywhere” by Fleetwood Mac, “Iris” by the Goo Goo Dolls, “Flowers” by Miley Cyrus, “Escapism.” by RAYE featuring 070 Shake, “As it Was” by Harry Styles and finally, “Someone You Loved” by Lewis Capaldi. It’s likely that these end up back in the chart after Christmas, and really, there is no silver lining because we’re shoveling out old tracks for even older ones.
Now as always, I will never cover all of the Christmas songs but this is the week this year where we get the influx of the truly canonised classics, at least most of them, so for their first week in the top 75 this year, we have “Let it Snow Let it Snow Let it Snow” by the late Dean Martin at #69, “Snowman” by Sia at #67, “Do They Know it’s Christmas?” by Band Aid at #65 - wow, not off to a good start at all. Thankfully, we do clean up with “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” by the late Andy Williams at #57, “Fairytale of New York” by The Pogues featuring the late Kirsty MacColl at #53, “Merry Christmas Everyone” by Shakin’ Stevens at #51, “Underneath the Tree” by Kelly Clarkson at #49 and “Jingle Bell Rock” by the late Bobby Helms at #44. Wham! are at #14, Mariah’s at #16, Brenda Lee trails in third at #31. We do also see some non-holiday gains, namely “Lil Boo Thang” by Paul Russell at #36, “Angel Numbers / Ten Toes” by Chris Brown at #31 for whatever reason, “First Person Shooter” by Drake featuring J. Cole at #27 thanks to the video - more on Drake later - and “Can’t Catch Me Now” by Olivia Rodrigo at #13. We also see the bizarre re-entry for Ye’s 2010 track “Runaway” featuring Pusha T at a new peak of #34. Yeah, I assume there’s some TikTok virality here because I can’t figure out why otherwise, though it is a fan favourite - even if I think it’s pretty overrated, like the rest of that album. For the record, this is only its third week in the UK charts; it peaked at #56 for two consecutive weeks in 2010 and vanished thereafter.
And for THIS week in the UK Singles Chart, our top five starts with “Water” by Tyla at #5, in no doubt helped by remixes with Travis Scott and Marshmello of all people, and sadly not other Afrobeats artists as would have probably worked a lot better. Regardless, we then have “Stick Season” by Noah Kahan at #4, “greedy” by Tate McRae at #3, “Prada” by casso, RAYE and D-Block Europe at #2 and of course, Jack Harlow at the very top. Now to pick through our limited little bag of new entries.
NEW ARRIVALS
#75 - “Stay Another Day” - Jorja Smith
Produced by who cares?
Well, it’s that time of year again where we get the charts flooded with Amazon originals, tracks recorded for the Christmas season exclusively by artists working with Amazon Music that autoplay when you ask Alexa for holiday tracks. I think I would have loved to hear a Jorja Smith cover of “Stay Another Day”, personally, as her sultry voice would make the saccharine melodies of the boy-band original much easier to stomach. East 17’s 1994 original is barely even a Christmas song, it just happened to be released in late November and have a snowy video… well, they knew what they were doing with the sleigh bells at the tail-end. It’s not really a song I ever got, but it did spend five weeks at #1 and was the Christmas chart-topper for that year. So naturally, I��m going to talk about abstract hip hop. I made a Google form earlier this month asking for song suggestions to replace the Amazon originals, and got around 51 songs - all unique to be fair - sent to me, so I used a random number generator and selected two for this week. I probably won’t go into as much depth, and they won’t be covered in the conclusion out of fairness, and really for this suggestion, I don’t know where to start. “The Gods Must be Crazy” is a track from We Buy Diabetic Test Strips, the latest album from alternative rap duo Armand Hammer, consisting of rapper-producers billy woods and E L U C I D. With a beat from El-P, both rappers trade sarcastic, at times pretty funny, bars and some striking imagery regarding race, particularly the white misuse and misunderstanding of the black culture they use whilst also neglecting. E L U C I D goes for the abstract whilst woods is arguably more straightforward, but they both end up with some really poetic lyricism, often almost revolutionary and it definitely sounds like they’re leading a protest over some of the grooviest production I’ve ever heard from El-P, with the driving glitched-out vocals, with just enough fuzz to make it hit really hard, and a distanced, unpredictable set of drums. It’s a great track, but definitely one I feel will be much more effective in the context of the album, and I’d love to read a full analysis that puts some of what I simply don’t understand from E L U C I D’s brash delivery and woods’ as always effortless lyrical riffing into perspective.
#64 - “Surround Sound” - JID featuring 21 Savage and Baby Tate
Produced by Christo, DJ Scheme and Nuri
And bizarrely enough, we’re sticking with alternative rap though clearly, much less abstract. This was the lead single for JID’s great album The Forever Story last year, which peaked at #74 in the UK, and it was definitely one of the highlights for me, mostly because of the great use of Aretha Franklin’s 1965 track “One Step Ahead”, used similarly to how it was in Yasiin Bey’s 1995 track “Ms. Fat Booty” - which peaked at #85 in 2000, when Manic Street Preachers were at #1 - but instead layering it behind a killer trap beat. TikTok virality pushed this song back into mainstream popularity, but I’ve been bumping this one since release, with JID effortlessly rattling off flows as always, littered with breathy ad-libs and seamless rhyme schemes, so much so you almost forget most of this is just flexing. I love how the sample comes back in to act as an introductory jingle for 21 Savage, entering the ring with some of his coldest bars at that point, in a flow he hadn’t yet overused, and an overall brilliant if fleeting guest verse. Then Baby Tate strangely comes in, mostly moaning in a half-finished verse excerpt that blurts itself between the “banger” first half and a static noise that fills out the track before returning to a dark, fragmented beat that cuts in and out amidst JID’s grimier gangsta rap lyrics, with a menacing charisma honestly kind of reminiscent of Eminem, using flows and schemes that never seem to actually get a hold of the verse, it strays really far from the tightly-composed hit that makes up the first half and seems to show the grimmer reality of Atlanta that all three artists here are based in. Overall, I mean, it’s brilliant top-class hip hop, the kind you never expect to chart outside of the big-hitters like Kendrick and Cole, and I really hope it survives Christmas because it is fantastic.
#60 - “Lose Control” - Teddy Swims
Produced by Ammo and Julian Bunetta
I first heard Teddy Swims as a feature on a Meghan Trainor song, then discovered his real second name was Dimsdale so it really does not seem like a good first impression for Mr. Dimsdale or his pop-music Dimmadome but jokes aside, this has been his breakthrough hit in the US for a couple of weeks now, just hitting the top 40 on Billboard recently, and Mr. Dimsdale’s story is one we often see. He attracts a YouTube audience with cover songs and eventually sees industry attention. This is an original song and… well, wow, this guy can sing. That is probably the intended reaction to this, as content-wise, it’s not great, mostly because it feels a bit too obvious, but I mean, the whole song kind of toys on that boat of bombast, so it makes complete sense. The mix clips in the first verse with a slightly blocky-feeling bass and snaps that actually sound real and then that chorus comes in with the blasts of horns and the clanging percussion that despite the choir vocals, the clamouring of the production… it feels a bit empty, lacking in the actual composition, and I actually quite like that. It works for his raspy belt, the metallic attempt at recreating a big-band feel, it doesn’t feel “complete” or natural and this kind of breakup song where Dimsdale is rendered a broken man actually seems to warrant that sound. It even has a guitar solo that doesn’t deviate much from the chorus melody sadly but adds some needed grit before Mr. DImsdale really hits that note in the final chorus, and yet it doesn’t have a bombastic ending, or at least not as much as it needs. It just slips back out of existence, it’s kind of depressing in that aspect, I suppose. I guess, it’s not great, but I’ll take it.
#50 - “You’re Christmas to Me” - Sam Ryder
Produced by The Nocturns
The grip that Amazon has on the UK Christmas market is starting to be of concern. This is from the SEQUEL to an Amazon Prime-original Christmas film starring all British actors. There is a franchise at work, for God’s sake! At least this is an original song, and I will say this one is on YouTube but on principle, I will still refuse to review it and instead randomly select… “The Rose Song” by Olivia Rodrigo, which is also from a piece of visual media, that being the second season of High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. I have not watched that because, to put it bluntly, I’m not 12, but I’m sure it’s decent enough Disney sitcom fluff and you can definitely tell that Rodrigo still actually wrote this character’s songs, it wasn’t a screenwriter here, as it’s very much in the vein of her own solo work. It’s got similarly wordy moments, the actually pretty beautiful rising pianos amidst a shaky falsetto in the chorus, and none of the floaty over-production or attempts at grit that were on GUTS, despite one of her actually most impressive performances yet and a wonderful string swell that definitely sounds Disney but hey, there’s a reason why Disney still hits all these years on. The song’s content is about realising she’s more than what she is to this guy, who doesn’t seem to value her as a partner or really, human, and whilst it does go into clichés occasionally, it does it tastefully and with the power you can expect from a really good O-Rod ballad so… yeah, surprisingly enough, I really like this. It’d definitely be better than whatever Sam Ryder pushed out, at least. If I’m wrong, I don’t care.
#48 - “Body Moving” - Eliza Rose and Calvin Harris
Produced by Calvin Harris
I really didn’t expect Eliza Rose to grab a second hit after “B.O.T.A. (Baddest of Them All)” but I guess handing over most of the production duties to Calvin Harris is the best way to do so, and with sadly no relation to the Beastie Boys song, we have a song that feels pretty separate from “B.O.T.A.”, even if Rose has the same… interesting delivery and pretty terrible lyrics, which absolutely did not ruin that song, in fact they added to its charm. I’m not sure if I can say the same with this one, which just feels… random, for lack of a better word. The drums are all over this, layered to skitter and clatter over places where I feel they shouldn’t be, we have a whispery vocal loop from Ms. Rose in the back of the mix but still way too loud, not that you can hear it over the horn blasts that honestly don’t even sound in key, even if they probably are. They don’t build up effectively to a drop either, which just kind of crashes in with again, an overly-scattered set of metallic drum patterns, and Rose being interrupted by those gross, blaring horns. I like the keys and strings added in that second verse, probably the only real resemblance to “B.O.T.A.” here, but it doesn’t bother much with that atmosphere, neglecting it for the sake of a bombast that isn’t there. It really just doesn’t feel like anyone was in the same room making this, and it really is a shame because this collaboration on paper should have been way better.
#26 - “You Broke My Heart” - Drake
Produced by Vinylz and FNZ
Out of all the songs to chart from Drake’s deluxe edition of For All the Dogs, subtitled the “Scary Hours Edition”, it had to be the one perhaps least representative of those six new tracks, which mostly consist of sluggish, paranoid jazz-rap rambles, most of the time eschewing the need for an actual drum pattern and using endless loops for some of Drake’s most self-aware yet least sobered writings in years. For the record, I like all of them, but I am partially glad that say, “The Shoe Fits” or “Stories About My Brother” didn’t chart because they’re heady, conscious and introspective tracks, whilst this song… it���s the relapse. It’s the full circle moment where Drake gives up on trying to contextualise everyone and everything around him, resorting to monosyllabic chants in the bridge - or “hook” at a stretch - and barely landing on a coherent flow over a cascading sample beat, that seems to go for the same drumless, hypnotic feel of the rest of the bonus tracks, switching between samples of Major Harris and the Supremes before the bait-and-switch into a hard trap beat wherein Drake can just flex and dismiss instead of the bitter breakup balladeering of the first verse, back in the mode of For All the Dogs. Now why do I actually like it? Well, it’s silly, it took me by surprise, it does a good job placing the murky, desperate “Stoned Love” sample from the Supremes - which peaked at #3 in 1971 behind George Harrison’s “My Sweet Lord” at #1 - against the almost rage-esque beat where OVO protégé Smiley provides… juicy ad-libs. He eventually gets back into talking about his ex but it’s in these whispered yells and rants that are just comedy, it’s a fascinating listen to me, maybe not as good as “Wick Man” or the more lyrical tracks I mentioned earlier but very much still in good fun. It won’t last past this week, though, as Yeat will come back like Superman to rescue the UK Singles Chart from… Smiley, I guess.
#12 - “exes” - Tate McRae
Produced by Ryan Tedder and Tyler Spry
Well, that next Tate McRae album is coming sometime soon and with the help of pop songwriting giant Ryan Tedder, she’s definitely in full “pop girl” mode, and this time without an obvious Timbaland sample to back her up. And surprise, surprise - the song is not great. It’s hard to take McRae’s sing-songy chorus and fake laughter seriously when Dua Lipa does the same conceit a lot better and a lot sexier on “Houdini” whilst trying less, as Tate moves on with guys very quickly and keeps memorabilia of all of her exes even if the relationships mostly meant nothing. It’s a shame that this is awful, genuinely, like it took a while but this is driving my insane. Why do we have a random  blend of instruments functioning as the monogenre melody, and none of them mixed to be a focal point? Should I be focusing on the muffled, cheap and jaunty acoustic guitar line (which sounds especially terrible in the outro), the airy keys or the reverb-drenched rubbery vocal loop that is mixed in the chorus so it’s nearly as loud as Tate, who just sounds terrible because bless her, she’s not the best singer, and definitely not the most emotive, so she can’t sell this dead-on-arrival song with a rhythm that decided to add trap skitters for basically no reason when a more bass-focused funk groove or even a drum and bass backing would make this hit much harder. It sounds dated on arrival too, like this is something that Selena Gomez would have picked up in 2019, and McRae going for a semi-rap delivery sometimes just sounds forced and gross, especially coming from someone void of personality and full of Auto-Tune, and ESPECIALLY on the half-time trap breakdown in the second verse that made me have to stop the song just in shock of how insufferable it was. It never truly progresses either outside of layers of synth nothingness and vocal harmonies that basically register as Auto-Tuned whining baby noises from the back of the mix. God, this is just shockingly awful, especially from veterans like Ryan Tedder. Get this away from me before I start noticing more things to hate about it.
Conclusion
It should be obvious, Tate McRae gets Worst of the Week for “exes”, which is by and far the absolute worst song that debuted, and sadly, I do have enough disappointment to give the Dishonourable Mention to “Body Moving” by Eliza Rose and Calvin Harris, it is quite a shame. As for the best, we do have two great hip hop songs here, which feels good to say in a year that has been kind of lacking for mainstream rap. Drake gets the Honourable Mention with “You Broke My Heart” but the Best of the Week, similarly far ahead, goes to JID for “Surround Sound” featuring 21 Savage and Baby Tate, I really hope that one sticks around. As for what’s on the horizon, we’re safely in holiday territory now, so expect more of that. For now, thank you for reading and for once, I’ll see you earlier than next week. Stay tuned.
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I love Christmas music, too. I love traditional Christmas music; the religious choral songs particularly. But here are some of my favorite secular Christmas songs-
Trans-Siberian Orchestra has an AMAZING Christmas album called Christmas Eve and other stories. The Carpenters also has a really good Christmas album called Christmas Portrait- I have it on CD. I also have the Elf and Home Alone soundtracks on CD- I wear them out every Christmas. 😂
Now I'm in the spirit, lol. I look forward to Christmas so much every year. It won't be long.....😭
I have to say, working in retail for so many years put a major damper on Christmas for me, but I do try to enjoy it lol. Especially now that I’m not in retail anymore. A few faves:
Oooh, I’m gonna send you a version of O Holy Night that will make you squall your eyeballs out, it’s so beautiful.
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100 Songs
1. I’m Blue - The Shangri-Las
2. Paris, Texas - Lana Del Rey ft. SYML
3. Whispering Sea - Loretta Lynn
4. Heads Or Tails - Shannon and the Clams
5. Ku-U-I-Po - Elvis Presley
6. Riot In Cell Block no. 9 - Wanda Jackson
7. Blister - Midriff
8. Mirror Forever - Weyes Blood
9. Littlest Things - Lily Allen
10. The Bargain Store - Dolly Parton
11. Comment Di Tire Adeiu - Françoise Hardy
12. Love You Madly - Cake
13. Cowboy Like Me - Taylor Swift
14. One More Time With Feeling - Regina Spector
15. Grapejuice - Harry Styles
16. This Little Bird - Marianne Faithful
17. Moi Je Joue - Brigitte Bardot
18. I Want You Around - The Ramones
19. Paris Summer - Nancy Sinatra + Lee Hazlewood
20. Marigold - Nirvana
21. It Ain’t Me, Babe - Johnny Cash + June Carter Cash
22. Too Much - Spice Girls
23. Space Cowboy - Kacey Musgraves
24. I’d Rather Go Blind - Etta James
25. No Love Allowed - Rihanna
26. Cornerstone - Arctic Monkeys
27. Pandora’s Box - MARINA
28. Weary Blues From Waitin’ - Hank Williams
29. Seasons In The Sun - Terry Jacks
30. Lavender Blue - The Fleetwoods
31. (You Don’t Know) How Glad I Am - Nancy Wilson
32. Carmelita - Warren Zevon
33. Home On The Rage - Nick Shoulders
34. Dark Heart - Painted Hands
35. Stand On The Word - The Joubert Singers
36. I’m So Young - The Students
37. Ladies and Gentlemen, We Are Floating In Space - Spiritualized
38. Bridge Over Troubled Water - Elvis Presley
39. Rootless - MARINA
40. Morning Elvis - Florence and the Machine
41. Joey - Concrete Blonde
42. Blue Spanish Sky - Chris Isaak
43. Sad Dream - Sky Ferreira
44. Love I Can’t Explain - Shannon Shaw
45. I Call Your Name - The Mamas and Papas
46. Dangerous Girl - Lana Del Rey
47. Seven - Taylor Swift
48. In My Hour Of Darkness - Gram Parsons
49. Some Day You’ll Want Me To Want You - Brenda Lee
50. It’s Raining - Irma Thomas
51. Thinning - Snail Mail
52. I’ll Never Find Another You - The Seekers
54. The Air That I Breathe - The Hollies
55. Deep End - Lykke Li
56. Some Velvet Morning - Nancy Sinatra + Lee Hazlewood
57. Vanishing - Shannon and the Clams
58. Lonely Like Me- Nick Shoulders
59. Strange - Patsy Cline
60. Kathy’s Song - The Secret Sisters
61. Lonesome 77203 - Loretta Lynn
62. Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers
63. In Spite Of Ourselves - John Prine + Iris DeMent
64. Into My Arms - Nick Cave + the Bad Seeds
65. Sing To Me - Walter Martin + Karen O.
66. Can’t Find My Way Home - Blind Faith
67. My rifle, my pony and me - Ricky Nelson + Dean Martin
68. Call Me Irresponsible - Bobby Darin
69. Bubblegum - Clairo
70. I’ll Be Here In The Morning - Townes Van Zandt
71. Work Song - Hozier
72. Sweet Dreams, TN - The Last Shadow Puppets
73. I Can’t Stand The Rain - Tina Turner
74. Beggin’ -Frankie Valli + the Four Seasons
75. Living Legend - Lana Del Rey
76. Lottie - Blair Dunlop + Larkin Poe
77. Gracias A La Vida - Kacey Musgraves
78. Magic Man - Heart
79. Gonna Hurry (As Slow As I Can) - Dolly Parton
80. He’s Fine - The Secret Sisters
81. Stickwitu- The Pussycat Dolls
82. It’s Not For Me To Say - Johnny Mathis
83. Silver Threads and Golden Needles - Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn + Tammy Wynette
84. Yer So Bad - Tom Petty
85. Desire - Meg Meyers
86. Cold, cold water - Mirah
87. Careless Love - Eartha Kitt
88. Coin Operated Boy - The Dresden Dolls
89. Buckskin Stallion Blues - Amy Annelle
90. After Laughter (Comes Tears) -Wendy Rene
91. Anyone Who Knows What Love Is (Will Understand) - Irma Thomas
92. Love Is A Laserquest - Arctic Monkeys
93. Forever Blue - Chris Isaak
94. In The Flesh - Blondie
95. Wedding Bell Blues - The 5th Dimension
96. New World Coming - Mama Cass
97. Blues Run The Game - Janileigh Cohen
98. Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen) - Quindon Tarver
99. A Lot’s Gonna Change - Weyes Blood
100. I Could Say - Lily Allen
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Top 5 Christmas Songs for a Cozy Evening by the Fireplace
The holiday season brings with it a sense of warmth, nostalgia, and togetherness. One of the most cherished traditions is spending a cozy evening by the fireplace, enveloped in the glow of the flames and the soft twinkle of holiday lights. To enhance this serene atmosphere, the perfect Christmas music is essential. In this article, we'll explore the top 5 Christmas songs that provide the ideal soundtrack for a relaxing, cozy evening by the fireplace.
1. "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" by Judy Garland
The Soothing Classic: "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" was introduced by Judy Garland in the 1944 film "Meet Me in St. Louis." Written by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane, the song's lyrics were initially melancholic but were altered to be more hopeful at Garland's request. This classic has been covered by many artists, but Garland's original rendition remains the most beloved.
Why It Sets the Mood: The song's gentle melody and heartfelt lyrics create a warm and comforting atmosphere, perfect for a quiet evening by the fire. The message of making the best of the current moment and finding happiness in togetherness resonates deeply during the holiday season. Garland's soothing voice adds an extra layer of nostalgia, making it a timeless choice for Christmas.
2. "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" by Dean Martin
The Warm Invitation: Written by lyricist Sammy Cahn and composer Jule Styne in 1945, "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" has been a holiday favorite for decades. Dean Martin's version, released in 1959, is one of the most popular renditions of this classic song.
Why It Sets the Mood: Despite the song's lack of direct references to Christmas, its lyrics evoke a cozy, wintry scene perfect for the holiday season. Martin's smooth, inviting vocals and the song's upbeat yet relaxed rhythm make it ideal for a snug evening by the fireplace, watching the snow fall outside. It's a song that celebrates the joy of being indoors, safe and warm, while winter rages outside.
3. "Silver Bells" by Bing Crosby
Capturing the Essence of Christmas: "Silver Bells," written by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans, was first performed by Bob Hope and Marilyn Maxwell in the 1951 film "The Lemon Drop Kid." Bing Crosby's version, recorded with Carol Richards, quickly became a holiday staple.
Why It Sets the Mood: The song paints a vivid picture of Christmas in the city, with its imagery of bustling streets, festive decorations, and the joyous sounds of silver bells. Crosby's rich, warm voice combined with the serene melody creates a feeling of peaceful contentment. Listening to "Silver Bells" by the fire, you can almost hear the gentle ringing of bells and feel the festive spirit enveloping you.
4. "I'll Be Home for Christmas" by Elvis Presley
A Song of Longing and Love: "I'll Be Home for Christmas" was written by Kim Gannon and Walter Kent and first recorded by Bing Crosby in 1943. Elvis Presley's version, released in 1957, brought a new depth of emotion to the already poignant song.
Why It Sets the Mood: The song's lyrics express a heartfelt longing to be home for the holidays, a sentiment that resonates with many, especially those who cannot be with their loved ones. Presley's emotive delivery and the song's gentle melody create a sense of warmth and longing, perfect for reflecting by the fireplace. It's a reminder of the importance of home and family during the holiday season.
5. "The First Noel"
A Peaceful Melody: "The First Noel" is a traditional English Christmas carol dating back to at least the 16th century. The song tells the story of the Nativity and the birth of Jesus, celebrating the first Christmas.
Why It Sets the Mood: The song's peaceful and calming melody, combined with its beautiful, simple lyrics, makes it an ideal choice for a tranquil evening. Whether performed by a choir, a solo artist, or as an instrumental piece, "The First Noel" brings a sense of serenity and reverence to the holiday season. Its timeless beauty is perfect for reflecting on the true meaning of Christmas while basking in the warmth of the fire.
Conclusion: These Christmas songs provide the perfect backdrop for a relaxing and cozy Christmas evening by the fireplace. Each tune, with its unique charm and message, enhances the warmth and joy of the holiday season. Whether you're spending time with family, reminiscing on past Christmases, or simply enjoying a quiet moment alone, these songs will help create a memorable and serene atmosphere.
How do you like to spend your cozy Christmas evenings? Do you have a favorite song that sets the perfect mood by the fireplace? Share your stories and favorite songs in the comments below!
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michelem703 · 11 months ago
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Song of the Day
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mysongdaily · 11 months ago
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Soon it will be Christmas Day, and then I can put the horrors of the holidays behind me
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Dean Martin - Silver Bells (Official Animated Music Video)THE OLDIES ARE THE BEST.
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