this may be the first ever chapter of my new Christmas fanfiction, but it will be listed as the prologue. it is a good eight-hundred-eighty-five words worth of pure storyline, a storyline of which doesn't include this headnote, right here, or the disclaimer that makes up the following paragraph.
disclamation: I don't own Charles Dickens' 'A Christmas Carol', but I am a descendant of his, so I guess I sort of own the story of 'A Christmas Carol' in a certain way. bet none of you knew that about me, I look up to his occupation as an author very much and I had even gotten into writing because of him. I guess you could say that he's my hero from my dad's side of my family. but I still don't really claim ownership of his work. this fanfiction is a story I had written by myself for my own sake. I am no plagiarist, though. and technically I'm still related to the author of the real story.
Once, a singer named Noelle Martha Cratchicrest was beautiful, kind, loving, and had a wonderful musical voice. She loved the holidays of the year. She always would make Thanksgiving good at her own house. She liked to give every child she met a valentine's card on Valentine's Day, or a candy egg on Easter. She and all her younger brothers and sisters would always feel rather sad when Halloween had come and gone. But she and her siblings always liked Christmas most of all. She loved to sing Christmas carols with her family, open one present on Christmas Eve night, and donate to those less fortunate than herself.
Noelle liked to sing more than anything in the world. She was eventually discovered by two talent scouts who wanted to be her managers. One of them was named Edward Marlon, and the other was named Jackson Mac Scrooge. They seemed very nice to her at first; they provided a stage in her favorite park for her. But, as her musical voice grew more popular in the city, her own managers grew greedier and stingier than they already were when she started out with them. Their only real intentions for making her into the local celebrity she had become were to make money off the concerts she would hold in the park. Even though that was the truth, she was still interested in making people happy. She did not stay with Edward and Jackson because of the contract she signed to work as their singer, but rather, she stayed with their contract to give people the gift of her singing at a concert for them. Anyone who did not have the money to see her on her stage, she would sing for them whenever they would run into her on the streets of the city.
One day, Noelle's father went on a business trip, and he never returned home. A report on the news revealed to her that he had died on his business trip. She and her brothers and sisters were beside themselves with grief. She could not believe that her father had died like her mother did not long after her youngest brother, Miniature Mickey's, third birthday. Her mother had died in a car accident, and her father died of a rather severe case of pneumonia. The day she received notice of his death, Noelle was much too sad to sing to her public. She wound up letting what had happened on that day out on her audience, and she even said that since she did not sing for them, they were able to pick up a refund at the ticket booth outside the concert stage. But instead, the audience was kind enough to use their refunds to donate for her father's funeral and his wake, since more than ninety-nine percent of her adoring patrons had previously suffered a loss or two in their families. As they gave her their money intended for her father's funeral and his wake, she thanked them kindly for their contributions.
When Edward and Jackson saw Noelle pour her heart out to the audience and offer the patrons a refund for the concert she had cancelled at the last minute, the two miserly managers were very angry with her. In unjustified retaliation, they took what they would have made off the profits from her cancelled-at-the-last-minute concert out of the charity money her fans gave to her out of their sympathies. Afterwards, she was thrown off her own stage, and she was unfairly reprimanded for her actions that were unnecessary in the eyes her two managers. That was when it happened; Edward Marlon was struck with a sudden deadly disease that knocked him right off his feet, he would have fallen to ground had his partner, Jackson Mac Scrooge, not caught him when he fell.
Noelle Martha Cratchicrest: Mister Marlon, no!
Noelle ran to her managers' side, immediately.
Jackson Mac Scrooge: Edward. Edward! Speak to me, Edward!
Edward Marlon: I feel as though I'm dying.
Jackson Mac Scrooge: No, Edward! Don't die! Please!
Noelle Martha Cratchicrest: I'll call an ambulance!
Noelle started to dial her phone for 9-1-1. By the time the ambulance arrived, Edward Marlon was feeling even worse than only minutes before. He was rushed to the hospital. The doctors tried everything to save him, but it was no use. Edward Marlon was announced dead within just minutes of the procedure in the attempt to save his life. Jackson hid his grief very well, but inside he was very emotional over the loss of his partner and only friend. Noelle, however, did not and could not hide her grief as incredibly well as Jackson did. She knew that they did not like what she did in opening her heart to her audience, but she grieved for Jackson Mac Scrooge's loss because she felt terrible for him. His partner and only friend was as dead as a door nail, maybe even more dead. He was buried at sea under orders of Jackson Mac Scrooge. Noelle thought Edward Marlon would have wanted a burial on land, but she knew very well that it was not her place to judge such a thing. So, when it came time for Edward's funeral, she kept her own opinions to herself.