A/N: Alright, here's chapter 2. Thanks to Guest, Fox Teen, Guest, and Kelly Does Writing for the reviews on the last chapter. Let's get to it!

Disclaimer: I do not own A Christmas Carol, or Sing, or any of the characters or songs referenced here. The great Charles Dickens owns A Christmas Carol, Illumination owns Sing and the characters, and the songs all belong to their respective artists and writers.

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"Mike was beginning to wonder if the ghostly apparition had just been a dream or something he was greeted by the sight if a mouse even smaller than himself. This mouse appeared to be a child, with a golden tint to her light brown fur, and she was clad in is greeted by a kindly little mouse in a a soft white robe that seemed to give off a very subtle glow.

"So you're supposed to be one of them ghosts?" Mike huffed.

"I am," the little mouse answered with a kind smile. "I am the Spirit of Christmas Past. Touch the hem of my robe and let us be off."

"There's no way I'm going along with this-" Mike began to protest, but the little spirit would take no refusal, for at that moment she took his hand and placed it on the sleeve of her robe and the two were off.

"You will see your Christmases past," she told Mike politely but firmly.

Suddenly the room around Mike faded and gave way to sight of a new place. No...not new...

Mike could hear lively piano music filling his ears along with the laughter of children.

As his vision became more focused, he could see a classroom filled with several little mice and other rodent children. But it was the sound of a female singing that captured Mike's attention.

"Hey, I'd know those pipes anywhere!" A slight smile actually crossed his face. "That's Miss Collins! She was my music teacher way back when I was a kid. She's the one who got me into music in the first place."

Suddenly, a sleek-furred otter in a soft blue sweater dress appeared, her paws gliding over the keys of a piano flawlessly as she sang in a bell-like voice that Mike realized he had nearly forgotten.

"She was the best," he sighed almost dreamily. "She used to write these little songs and teach them to us in class. There was always a lesson in 'em but she didn't try to shove it down your throat. Yeah, teaching kids music was the best thing in the world to her, she always told us that."

"And yet, she's not just teaching just to be nice, is she?" The small ghost asked, cocking her head to the side. "She still expects, and receives, a paycheck at the end of the week."

"Now hey, that's not fair," Mike protested. "She may have been paid to teach music, but she didn't get paid extra for loving what she did. But...she didn't care, she just wanted...to do something nice for her kids."

The mouse ghost nodded slightly as though Mike had said something she agreed with before taking his hand again.

"Come along, there's still plenty to see," she urged.

The scene faded away, as did Miss Collins's lovely voice, Mike secretly wishing he could hear it again.

"Here we are when you announced to your family that you wanted to be a musician," the ghost reported as Mike saw his surroundings change again. Now the pair stood just outside a window of a modest but still lovely house.

Inside a merry fire was burning in the fireplace, but the inhabitants were far from merry, two white mice both clad in button down shirts and dress pants and were glaring at one another.

"I will not pay for you to fulfill some fantasy of singing and clowning around on a stage!" The more mature-looking mouse snapped.

"I don't need you! I got a scholarship lined up for it!" The younger shot back. "I'll make it on my own without you."

Mike sighed as the young mouse, his younger self, turned to the others in the room, his mother and his other relatives.

"I'm gonna go to the Lincoln School of Music, I'm gonna be a huge success, and I'll do it all without any help from any of you! If you can't accept that, then who needs ya?!"

A pale grey mouse in a pastel pink dress and white sweater immediately gasped and her eyes filled with tears.

"Mikey, please don't say-"

"It's Mike, Ma!" Past Mike snapped, throwing on a coat over his dress shirt. "Maybe when you start seeing it everywhere, you'll remember my name right!"

"She tried to help your father see your point of view," the ghost looked sympathetically at the now weeping mouse mother. "And you broke her heart for it."

"Guess that's why she never tried getting in touch with me," Mike shrugged. "If she wanted things to be okay, she woulda stood up when she had the chance."

"She did," the ghost pointed out. "Your father said you would come crawling back when you failed. Your mother defended you."

"Too little, too late," Mike snorted, but his tone was noticeably less malicious. "But look at me now, the whole city knows who I am. Bet that showed my old man!"

"It also cost you your relationship with your mother," the spirit frowned. "She passed not long after your graduation."

Mike was silent. He had not known that.

"You had a passion for music for its own sake when,you first entered the halls of the Lincoln School of Music," the mouse spirit spoke a bit more sternly now. "But in a few years' time you began to see it in a different light."

The scene before him changed to reveal a wolf smartly dressed in a suit standing over what appeared to be a medley of different animals.

"It appears Michael was the only one who could read his music sheet," the wolf scowled at his students. "How do any of you expect to make it in music if you can't even play a simple exercise on a sheet of symbols?!"

The wolf, whom Mike recalled was a younger-looking Bushtail, smiled fondly down at a white mouse Mike knew to be himself.

"You really are better than anyone else in this class," he stated proudly. "And if you continue to be better than those around you, your success is assured."

"From then on, you became jealous if your teachers, particularly Mr. Bushtail, complimented any other students," the spirit sighed and shook her head. "You became resentful of anyone else with talent. And then came one of your worst traits."

As she glared at Mike, the latter could see a hint of sadness in her face as the scene before him changed to a younger version of himself playing his sax on a street corner.

"Instead of practicing for your school, you took to the streets looking for fast cash. Even if you had to bully other animals into giving it to you," the spirit sighed.

Mike watched as his younger self grabbed a lemur not much older than himself by the shirt collar and shaking the mammal until he reached timidly into his pocket and withdrew a fistful of bills that Mike had out of his hand so fast, it was a wonder the paper wasn't set alight.

"Even those you claim to love have not been spared your selfishness," the spirit added as the scene jumped to earlier that night, where Mike once again saw Nancy, his beautiful Nancy, citing Christmas was about being with loved ones.

He felt his stomach churn as he watched himself berate her and stomp out of the apartment when she threw the necklace back at him.

But only now did he see Nancy storm back to the couch before, just like that, her anger evaporated and the female mouse collapsed onto the couch, her entire body shaking with sobs as she buried her face in the cushions.

"Take me home!" he barked at the ghost. "I don't need to see this!"

"You chose this path, Michael," the spirit shook her head mournfully. "You fashioned these memories yourself. Do not blame me."

Before Mike could offer a rebuttal, he felt himself shifting and then startled forward.

The male mouse sat up and realized he was lying in bed.

Had he drifted off? Had this all been a dream?

Suddenly, he heard a loud bang coming from the front of his apartment. Then silence. But then, a moment later, he heard loud, booming laughter.

Mike sighed in annoyance. What was next?

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Hope you guys liked it. Chapter 3 will be right up.