The Choir on Hope Street

by Annie Lyons

  She smiled down at them cheerfully. Use your PR charm, Catherine, she told herself. ‘Which princesses are you?’ she asked the three girls. ‘I always used to like Sleeping Beauty.’

  Ellie rolled her eyes. ‘Duh. I’m Elsa and they are Anna,’ she declared, gesturing at her friends. A look of confusion passed over Cat’s face. ‘From Frozen?’ continued Ellie as if she were addressing an idiot. ‘You know – Let it go, Let it go-ooo,’ she sang tunelessly, dancing the gigantic bear round and round. Her two friends joined in and they were soon spinning down the corridor with giggling glee. Cat and the snowman were left staring at one another. She recoiled in horror as a thick slug of snot seeped from his carrot-covered nose.

  ‘I’m Olaf,’ he declared before pushing his tongue up his lip and licking experimentally at the snot. Cat did her best not to gag and looked desperately up the stairs, praying that her brother would come back soon and rescue her. However, Ellie had not forgotten her father’s request. She plonked the huge bear on the floor and spun back down the hallway towards her aunt. Grabbing Cat with one hand and dragging the bear with the other, she pulled her towards the dining room. ‘Come on. You have to meet Finn,’ she said.

  Cat followed reluctantly, expecting to be introduced to another grubby little boy with limited hygiene. She was surprised to find a man, sitting on the floor of the dining room, strumming experimentally on a guitar. The chairs had been cleared to the sides of the room and the table was pushed against one wall. It was covered with pieces of half-chewed pizza, curling sandwiches and what looked like strawberry jelly, all of which made Cat’s stomach flip. She was used to politely nibbled canapés and bento boxes containing neat parcels of sushi. This was cuisine carnage.

  Ellie plonked herself very close to the man, whilst one little girl sat the other side of him and the other stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He obviously had some sort of magnetism for children. To be honest, Cat couldn’t quite see the attraction. He was heavily bearded with messy hair, a scruffy T-shirt bearing the words ‘I like Biscuits’, and an even scruffier pair of jeans paired with some ancient Converse trainers. He looked so at home on the floor with these pint-sized princesses, almost as if he were one of them. They clearly adored him.

  Ellie put an arm round his neck and looked up at her aunt. ‘This is Finn,’ she said proudly as if she were introducing the Dalai Lama. Finn nodded up at Cat but didn’t seem to see her. He was intent on the chords he was playing, lost in a musical moment. Cat found this quite rude. ‘Come and sit down and we can sing,’ ordered Ellie. Cat looked around her. The floor was worse than the table. It was covered with crushed cheese puffs, squashed fondant fancies and pools of sticky juice. Cat glanced down at her Stella McCartney jeans and picked up what she hoped was a clean paper napkin. She placed it on the floor and sat down next to Ellie.

  She glanced up to see Finn watching her with obvious amusement. For some reason this irritated Cat. How dare he laugh at her? She held out a manicured hand. She wouldn’t stoop to his ill-mannered level. ‘Good to meet you, Finn. I’m Andrew’s sister – Cat.’

  Finn leant over his guitar and took her hand. She noticed how cool his touch was. ‘I didn’t know Andy had a sister. Pleased to meet you.’

  ‘It’s because she doesn’t come over very often,’ said Ellie, rolling her eyes conspiratorially at Finn.

  Finn glanced over at Cat, suppressing a smile. ‘Is that because you’re a right royal pain in the bum, Ellie?’ he laughed.

  Ellie glared up at him and then started to laugh. ‘Finn, you are so funny. I am lovely,’ she squeaked. ‘No, it’s because she doesn’t like children. That’s what Mummy says.’

  Finn raised his eyebrows at Cat. ‘How does the guilty party plead?’ he asked.

  Cat was incensed by his interrogation. ‘I really don’t think this is appropriate,’ she said, trying to keep her cool.

  Finn regarded her for a moment. This man infuriated Cat. Who was he to judge her? She stared straight back at him with cool indifference. His face broke into a knowing grin as he turned back to the children. ‘And now, would Mr Bear like to sing a song?’ he added, gesturing at Ellie’s newest friend.

  ‘He would,’ said Ellie, handing him over.

  Finn reached his arms around the gigantic toy and started to play the guitar, giving a rendition of ‘The Bear Necessities’ in a gruff, teddy bear type voice. The children giggled, hugging themselves with delight.

  Cat was done. This man was a judgemental show-off and she was ready to leave. She had delivered Ellie’s present, put in an appearance. What more did she need to do? She didn’t have children, didn’t want children and going on today’s performance, this would never change. She was about to get up and leave when she felt someone standing next to her. She turned to see Olaf the snowman grinning at her, the plug of snot still very much in place on his top lip. Before she could move, he placed a hand on her knee and nestled down next to her. It was impossible to leave because he was now leaning on her lap and she watched in horror as he rested his head on her leg, leaving a slimy trail of mucous on her pristine jeans.

  She could see that Finn had spotted what was happening, a wide grin of satisfaction spreading over his face. However, he didn’t realise that Cat was an expert at getting the best out of bad situations. She leant forward and whispered into the boy’s ear, ‘Why don’t you see if Ellie and the girls fancy a dance?’ she whispered. At these words, the little boy leapt up and started to bounce up and down with delight. He looked over at Cat who nodded with smiling encouragement. Before long the others had joined in and Cat found her moment to make an escape. She glanced at Finn imperiously but he merely smiled and nodded. She left the room feeling irritated and annoyed that she had allowed a stranger to wind her up so easily. She met her brother in the hall.

  ‘Sorry, Cat, that took a bit longer than expected. Charlie’s been a tad challenging of late. Are you going?’

  Cat looked pained. ‘I have to. I’ve got somewhere I need to be but I’ll call you in the week, okay?’

  Andrew did his best to mask his disappointment. ‘Okay. Thanks for coming.’

  She had smiled and waved as she walked swiftly back to her car, before driving back to her real life without a backward glance.

  Cat felt a similar sense of relief now after ending the call with Andrew. She did worry about her little brother and was sorry for Melissa. She resolved to get some flowers delivered to Melissa and her mum, send the kids an extravagant present and take Andrew out for lunch next week.

  Family taken care of, Cat made her way back through the bar to Ava and another round of mojitos. She smiled and waved at the various people she knew. She felt at home here. It was full of like-minded individuals – vibrant and creative people, getting on with the important business of life. Cat loved this world and, despite Ava’s reservations, she was as happy as it was possible to be. Work hard. Have fun. No drama. That was Cat Nightingale’s mantra and she followed it to the letter.

  Has The Choir on Hope Street left you singing from the rafters? Follow along with this exclusive playlist!

  ‘Truly Madly Deeply’

  Savage Garden

  ‘I Gotta Feeling’

  The Black Eyed Peas

  ‘California Dreamin’’

  The Mamas & The Papas

  ‘Something Inside So Strong’

  Labbi Siffre

  ‘Rumour Has It’

  Adele

  ‘Weather With You’

  Crowded House

  ‘Everybody’s Changing’

  Keane

  ‘Chasing Cars’

  Snow Patrol

  ‘Halo’

  Texas

  ‘Boogie On Reggae Woman’

  Stevie Wonder

  ‘Miss Otis Regrets’

  Ella Fitzgerald

  ‘True Colors’

  Cyndi Lauper

  ‘Good Vibrations’

  The Beach Boys

  ‘Let’s Face Th
e Music & Dance’

  Ella Fitzgerald

  ‘Fix You’

  Coldplay

  ‘Thank You For The Music’

  Abba

  ‘God Only Knows’

  The Beach Boys

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  To my brilliant editor, Victoria Oundjian for the incredible support and time she has given in helping me bring Hope Street to life – I can’t thank you enough.

  Thank you to Jennifer Krebs for her amazing marketing ideas and work on this campaign – you are a marvel.

  Huge thanks to the rest of Team HQ for your passion, enthusiasm and endless support. Special thanks to Lydia Mason for her fantastic revision notes.

  Extra-large thanks to my fellow writers, who offer advice and show an incredible generosity of spirit – particularly the super-talented HQ authors past and present and all the friendly, brilliant people I’ve met through the RNA – you have helped me in ways you probably don’t even realise.

  To the wonderful bloggers, who read, review and enthuse all for the love of books – your comments and support mean the world to me.

  Thank you to my best book buddies – Sarah Livingston, Helen Abbott and Chris Goodman – for advice, wisdom and kindness.

  Thanks to Jane Bobbin for letting me use her lovely boy’s name for the super-hero character in Natalie’s books.

  Extra special singing-from-the-heart thanks to Kari Olsen-Porthouse for starting the choir, which inspired this book, and for reading and checking the musical details for me. Perfect harmony-type thanks to the Churchfields Community Choir for all their support and cake because everyone knows that a good choir needs cake.

  Finally, thanks and love to Lily, Alfie and Rich for everything else.

  One of the characters in this book suffers from dementia, which I know affects a lot of families, mine included. If you or people you know are affected by this debilitating illness or if you would like more information about how to support people who suffer from it, please visit www.dementiauk.org/

  Copyright

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  First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2017

  Copyright © Annie Lyons 2017

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  This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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  Ebook Edition © March 2017 ISBN: 9780008202118