Summary: Maki and Nico struggle with their working relationship, Eli continues overthinking, and Umi saves the afternoon.

Nico enjoyed working on sets. A ever changing group of students keeping up a steady bustle. And progress. Every action made a show one step closer to opening night. Right now, Nico thought, sitting in the back row, staring at the half built unpainted framework of the Christmas Carol backdrop, it could be any show, any era, anywhere, just waiting for actors to step onstage, the lights to come up and the audience to be brought into a world created from imagination. Amazing.

"Umi said you'd be here. You weren't answering texts." Maki's voice announced as the door slammed against the wall.

So much for the theatre being a hushed, hallowed space. Nico giggled, refusing to look at the redhead who slumped into a seat one away from Nico and held out several pages. "Here's your duet."

"Duet?" The play was full of them. Nico thought it had been a clever touch. Scrooge gets a solo at the start, then duets, then a finale full of everyone's voices.

"Marley-Scrooge. Didn't you say it was the heart of the play?"

Had Nico said that? Probably. "What did you think of Nico's play?"

"Haven't read it."

Nico spun in her seat, "Haven't read it?"

Maki shrugged, "Not in the mood."

Nico didn't know she could grind her teeth, "How can you write music without knowing anything about the play?"

"Scrooge hates people, loves money, ghosts scare the love of money out of him so he reconsiders loving people. It's the basic Dickens one, right?" The arched eyebrow had enough attitude to out diva a theatre full of leads. Nico had been enjoying the quiet, but she wasn't going to back down.

"There" and Nico drew out every word, "are character nuances specific to Nico's script."

Maki blinked, "You do know composing is different from writing an essay about your writing choices. Just take a look." Maki poked Nico's nose with the score sheets.

Nico batted them away, "Play it for Nico.."

"I'm busy."

"Nico is also busy."

"I'm doing you a favor."

That was too much for Nico, "You're doing your job. Composer in residence. Assigned to provide music for Nico's lyrics so that Nico can showcase her A Christmas Carol adaptation during the Christmas pageant." Nico stood, stepping into the gap between them, "Nico spent years working on this. Show some respect." Nico ripped the pages out of Maki's hand, turned and stormed out of the theatre.

That hadn't gone any of the ways Maki had anticipated.

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Eli shuffled the cards, sitting cross legged on the floor of her studio. Let them pick? Would random be fairer? Was she overthinking? Why had Nozomi perked up so much when Nico had mentioned Umi singing? Shaking herself, Eli glanced at herself in the mirror, took out the scrunchie holding her ponytail together and let her hair fall. She was doing her students no favors getting so distracted. It had been so nice to flirt, to have someone NOTICING her. It had also been nice having someone concerned about simple things like if she was eating. It was too easy to get into the dance masochist mindset, pushing everything aside to spend all available time and energy on art. Eli had grown up in that environment, scrambling for attention and parts, obsessing over form and appearance, seeing every other dancer as a rival. It had brought out all her worst traits and when the opportunity to teach at an advanced level here had opened up, Eli had packed up her life as soon as she opened the job offer email. But it had still been lonely. The students were respectful, but responded to Eli's professionalism by stepping back. And while there had been a whirl of introducing the faculty events, Eli's commitment to the barre didn't allow for much socializing.

And if she didn't decide which students got which dances soon, she would have even less time for socializing.

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Maki was in the undecorated, anti holiday booth, now labelled Professor Scrooge's corner, facing the side wall, perpendicular to the entrance. In front of her, Nico's script, a seemingly innocuous pile of paper. Her coffee was cold. It was obviously a slow afternoon because Nozomi had seemingly limitless time to stare at her. And was now approaching with a cup of fresh coffee. Nozomi sat down, dipped a finger in Maki's old cup, and winced, "Missed opportunity there. Was a good pot. Brought you new."

Maki sighed. "Thanks."

Nozomi pushed the script with a finger, "Want me to read it to ya? We could make it a bedtime story kinda thing."

Maki actually recoiled, her chair colliding with the wall, her face pale. Nozomi giggled.

Nozomi picked up a couple of pages, scanning them, "Hey, this is cute."

Maki frowned. Cutesy Christmas had been her ongoing nightmare for the past two years.

"You're going to hate it." Nozomi winked, "There's decorations everywhere."

"Scrooge wouldn't."

"No, but Cratchitt does. A little oasis of merry. And then there's Fred."

Maki found herself willing an influx of student customers, noisy and boisterous and thirsty. Freds. They refused to appear on cue.

"What did Christmas do to you?" Nozomi wondered, this time out loud.

This had been a mistake, Maki realized. Too public. But if Maki had tried reading in her studio with the piano right there, the script would have had no chance at all. Maybe she could sneak into an empty classroom or the back of the theatre when Nico was finished with today's building activity.

"Thank you for the coffee." Maki put the script back in her bag, stood, picked up the coffee and fled. It was in a ceramic mug.

Nozomi leaned back, thoughtful. She wasn't having much recent success with keeping an audience.

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Nico sat at the rehearsal piano, the music Maki had written propped up. Inhale. Find the keys, play through once slowly to make sure she remembered which keys...there were a lot, this would be slow going. After a tangle mid keyboard over a question of chording, Nico closed her eyes, groaned, inhaled, and began again…

"Nico?" Umi Sonoda's voice rolled in from the back of the theatre Nico had reclaimed after a quick walk along the Riverside trail to vent some anger.

"Hi, Umi. Nico will be with you in a minute. Or an hour."

Umi had quickly reached the piano at her usual pace and now leaned over Nico's shoulder. "Would you like me to play for you?"

"Do you have your violin?"

Umi shook her head, "Not with me and I won't do it justice with my skill on the piano, but if you'll forgive me sightreading, I can play it for you. If that would help."

"Nico could have managed, but if you really want to do Nico a favor."

Umi smiled as Nico vacated the bench at high speed, "If that is your wish."

"Nico's wish was for Maki to play it when she dropped it off and to have read Nico's play but at least now Nico has something to audition actors with so Nico…

"Is Maki a problem?" Umi read through the pages once, returned them to the stand and began the sprightly lament.

Nico had one hand on Umi's shoulder and was tapping along on the piano, shook her head, "Nico's got it. Nothing a little more communication can't fix. Nico likes to let artists find their stride."

"Wise. Maki is dedicated, but new to collaborations."

"Nico could tell."

"How is she doing with the choreographer, Ms. Ayase?" Umi continued the conversation without interfering with the smooth flow of music. "I heard there was some friction over Maki's decision to highlight the works of Duke Ellington."

"Something which Nico supports. And I've been talking to Eli. She's nervous about trusting her students so Nico's been encouraging her. Newbie teacher nerves."

"Ah." Umi had played through twice, "You really do have things under control."

"Of course, Nico is always on top." Nico's casual tone matched her lean against the piano, half paying attention, half planning duet combinations for the students who'd signed up to audition.

Umi choked on saliva.

That caught Nico's attention and she quickly reviewed what she'd said, then grinned. "Nico is always on top of any…situation, Professor Sonoda. The Conservatory is a family institution, what else could Nico mean?"

Umi could feel the wink in the air and knew she deserved it.

"We will be avoiding the works of Cole Porter at the next gathering."

Nico giggled, "Play the song again, please. Nico wants to sing."

"Scrooge or Marley? I'll take the other part."

This was going to be a memorable afternoon. The prim Umi Sonoda in an almost playful mood, willing to duet with Nico on a Yazawa-Nishikino original.

"Marley." The trickier part, especially as Nishikino had written it, surprising Nico who thought the lead would be the obvious stronger part. But no, Marley had a much wider range and so many emotional layers.

"Bah Humbug." Umi declared in a ringing, stentorian tone that Nico would have never let pass from an actor on stage and the duet began.

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A single dorm room had seemed like an ideal sanctuary for an only child like Shizuku, but right now, a passel of roommates would have been a welcome distraction from worrying about tomorrow's audition for Professor Yazawa. Shizuku's phone went off, she grabbed it like a lariat around the neck of a bucking bronco. Text. Kasumi.

K: Kasumin has dessert, let me up.

S: Trying to fatten me up before auditions.

K: ; )

S: I'll be right down.

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Maki had been staring at the text for half of Yo Yo Ma's Bach Cello concerto, so an hour. Send or erase. But do it now. Closing her eyes, she pictured Nico storming out of the theatre, anger in her ruby eyes. As she kept reviewing the scene in her head, Maki realized she'd recognized hurt too. Auditions were tomorrow. Maki didn't know much about the practicalities of theatre, but the day before anything was usually stressful. Biting the inside of her lip, Maki sent the message.

M: Christmas is still hard, but your script deserves my full attention. I'm sorry. I have another song ready for you. Are you still on campus? I can run it over.

Instant ping.

N: Nico is at home, could you please bring it by? A second song for auditions would be a big help to Nico.

Drop and run. Maki could do that. She didn't want to spend another night in her studio, falling asleep at the piano. She could pick up a pizza to take home and then read the rest of Nico's script.

M: Sure.

N: Nico appreciates it. My apartment is the upper floor of 2525 Cherry Blossom Lane.

N: if you haven't eaten, Nico has leftovers.

M: I was going to pick up a pizza.

N: Save it for another night. Home cooked is better.

Maki grabbed her long coat, pulling a black beanie over her hair. Couldn't hurt to be polite, could it?

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Nico opened the door. There was warmth. And no holiday decorations, which was a relief. Maki had walked over, taking her time, which was a more than leisurely enough journey to be chilled. Nico still looked professorial, with a pink, wool cowl neck sweater and a ruffle skirt. Maki felt like an undergrad in her jeans and t-shirt, although her long gray cashmere coat could crash Carnegie Hall and fit into an opening night crowd.

"Hi, Maki! Thanks for running the music over."

Maki nodded, glancing around the small apartment. The decorating scheme leaned cozy cute and pink, with pictures of Nico and people who looked a lot like Nico artfully placed around the room. A red framed black and white print was over the fireplace. A cute, gamine woman in black capri pants, a white turtleneck, and a wide belt with a star in the center, slinking playfully forward.

"Who's that?" Maki asked.

"You don't know?" Nico clucked as she shut the door, "Rita Moreno, Nico's hero."

Maki tilted her head, "Why?"

"EGOT."

"Egret?"

Nico sighed, "Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, Tony...only 15 people have won all of them."

"Impressive."

Nico shrugged, not really interested in things she already knew. "Sit on the couch, Nico will cook food, if you feel like playing what you've composed for Nico, the keyboard's right there. Nico was working on the duet."

"Do you want to win awards?" Maki was curious.

"Well, the Pulitzer will look nice in front of that print. They'll probably give us each one."

Such confidence. Maki had no response to it so continued the find out more about Nico quest.

"Have you always wanted to be a playwright?"

Maki heard Nico turn something and then Nico was standing in the archway of the kitchen. She'd added an apron with patchwork pink hearts scattered over it and was holding a whisk, "If you're interviewing Nico, can it wait 'til after the cooking? Nico is a master chef but omelettes take concentration."

"Sorry." Maki grabbed a pink pillow, also ruffled, and propped her chin on it.

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Not an omelette, but omurice.

"Itadakimasu. Nico said and Maki muttered the same, pleasantly surprised by the Japanese custom.

"Childhood comfort food." Nico smiled as Maki dug into her serving ravenously, "It reminded my mom of Tokyo."

"When did she move here?"

"She and my dad did when I was a baby, before my siblings were born. Her job transferred her."

"My family goes back and forth. My Dad is still on the board of the hospital we own there, but actually practices medicine here. I was born in Chicago though, he teaches at Northwestern."

"Chicago is a great theatre town. Nico has visited once or twice."

"Yeah, I always tried to see what the Goodman was staging, when I wasn't studying." Medical school and the accelerated undergrad program that had gotten her into medical school had left Maki almost no free time.

"Nico applied to Northwestern's theatre department but got the job here instead."

Natural pause in the conversation, both women eating and remembering separate experiences in Chicago.

Before things got awkward again, Maki decided to brave the thing she needed to address. Scraping her fork over the plate, she dove. "I didn't mean to disrespect the work you put into A Christmas Carol."

A pause. Nico leaned back on her couch, her legs underneath her, observing the woman fidgeting three feet down the couch from her, "Nico is listening."

Maki scrubbed her hands through her hair in a manic burst, then sped through her next sentences, "I've just been trying so hard to avoid anything Christmas related and that's nearly impossible this time of year and every time I open up your script, there's Scrooge feeling the same way that I do about decorations and Fred being impossibly cheerful and…"

"You want Scrooge to take his cane and tear through decorations."

Maki nodded, looking a little sheepish.

"Read the script. Maybe he does." Nico grabbed both their plates and hustled to the kitchen, scraping them off. Maki heard the sound of the sink being filled. Nico wasn't coming back right away. Maki decided to lean in the kitchen doorway and watch as Nico filled the dishwasher.

"Always stay ahead of chores." Nico said in her best NPR announcer voice.

"Not looking for life advice."

Nico chuckled, "That's the polite way to say 'you're not my mother.'"

Maki laughed.

"Nico needs to get ahead before auditions. There's a freezer full of meals, two months worth of instant coffee, every kind of medicinal tea Nico might need, and emergency brownie batter."

"Are shows that complicated?"

Nico turned, eyes narrowed, "Have you never been part of a play or opera or…"

Maki shook her head.

Nico grimaced, "Oh, this will be fun for Nico."

Maki was surprised by the sarcasm, and hastened to reassure Nico. "I'll be fine. I'm very flexible."

Nico raised an eyebrow. "Nico doesn't need flexible; Nico needs prepared."

Maki couldn't imagine a situation involving music she couldn't resolve, prepared or not. "Like I said, I'll be fine. It's a small ensemble."

"Students are relying on us." Suddenly Nico was right under Maki's nose, eyes glowing like laser sights, "Nico doesn't need "fine" or emo Christmas pity parties, Nico needs polished and professional. We have to put together a show over four weeks that contain several holidays. Fine is not what Nico wants to hear."

"Don't worry." Maki stepped away from Nico.

Nico turned back to the sink, "Nico will worry less when you've read the script and finished the songs."

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Maki finished the song with a flourish. Nico had been unable to fight off a smile while listening so Maki thought she might have earned some points back.

"That was funnier than Nico expected."

"Scrooge creeping up the stairs afraid of the dark should be funny." Maki put the keyboard back on the low table and flopped back on Nico's couch. "Plus, it's a perfect moment for Scrooge's charm to show through."

"Scrooge isn't charming. Scrooge is snarling."

"And charming."

"You're going to make this gay again."

"I didn't see a song for the 20 questions type game at Fred's party."

"That's because that scene gets the fun, flirty Blindman's bluff song, which you would know if…"

"Maki read Nico's script."They said in unison. And laughed. Maki relaxed, just slightly.

Nico flopped back, turning her head and meeting Maki's gaze. "I know it's a lot and I appreciate what you've done so far."

"It's my job." A soft, calm light in brilliant amethyst eyes, a satisfied private smile..

"It is." A peaceful moment, quiet enough to hear the wall clock ticking, and then Nico's face became a mask of horror, "And Nico's job starts extra early tomorrow." Nico stood, "C'mon, Nico will drive you home."

Maki glanced at the time, past midnight. "I can walk home."

"No one walks home alone on Nico's watch, especially not in that neighborhood you live in." As quickly as she said that, Nico had her coat on, keys in hand. "And the faster you get home, the faster songs get written."

"It doesn't work like that." Maki grabbed her coat, feeling an odd flutter as Nico held the door open.

"If you finish the Christmas Present duet by breakfast, Nico will give you a 24 hour pass about the script thing."

"Don't I get to sleep?"

"Nico will sleep for you."

"You're a tyrant, aren't you."

There was a wink and an arm slipped through hers and Maki was being skillfully guided down the stairs.

"Nico is a winner."

Maki was beginning to believe it.

A/N: It's been a week. Or three. But I finished a chapter. Hope your Spring has something bright in it.