A short story I just wrote :P

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Should old acquaintance be forgot, and everybody cheers

We've managed somehow friends to make it through, another year

He'd done it. He had survived his first year in the Big Apple, with the help of his friends. He'd made a lot of mistakes along the way, but he'd done it, in the end. It was the night after his first big debut, as the lead of a musical rendition of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol.

Let's stay up late;Let's celebrate, and then count down from Ten,

Because tomorrow when we wake up guys, the whole thing starts again

The director had come up to him at the after party, and invited him to attend a private party at his flat. Little had he known that the “flat” was a swanky high-rise suite within site of the New Year's Ball. He stared out the window for a bit, and then turned toward the food table. Actors don't get paid much, and he wasn't about to pass up a free meal.

It's New Year's Eve, and I'm a beaut', dressed up in my tuxedo suit!

Got a shirt, and vest, that are starched and pressed like new!

He had a strange feeling he was missing something. “Oh jeeze” he thought when he noticed he had dripped some white sauce on his shirt. “Oh well, at least it's a rental” he supposed, as he let his gaze pan over the room.

'Cuz it's New Year's Eve and I'm looking swell,

With a white carnation in my lapel!

Got a coat and tie, and I can't deny it's true!

That's what he forgot! He had left his jacket in the dressing room! He would have to remember to stop by and grab it before he went home.

It's New Year's Eve and I do believe we've hit all of the restaurants in site!

The Parties at Sardis

And old Guy Lombardi's

Doing the countdown tonight!

His eyes drifted back toward the food table, the small cluster of éclairs, and other fancy desserts. He decided he'd better not, as he'd made a bit of a pig of himself at the after party. His friends had come over and asked him to come with them to a bar they frequented, but he declined, and they congratulated him when told them about the director's invite.

It's New Year's Eve, let the party rock!

Let's dance and then when it's 12 o'clock,

We'll sing them tunes, and we'll pop balloons with a cheer!

Bring out the confetti; we're ready

Hey happy New Year!

He put down his plate and decided to step out to the deck. It was almost deserted except for a group of young ladies sitting and talking in the far corner. He found his way to the edge, and stared off into the gentle glow of the city lights. There were some cheesy balloons tied to the corner post, and he absently-mindedly began to unwind the cord holding it. He watched as it began to drift skyward, seeking higher altitudes. He started when he heard a loud bang over the general din of music and laughter. He turned around, and that one of the ladies had pulled a confetti thrower. He sighed and turned back to the party.

It's New Years Eve, so let's all get dressed in a tux or gown

and you'll look your best; you're the belle of the ball!

You're the one that they all came to see!

He had just stepped inside the door when the director came over and started forcefully guiding him over to a group of well dressed gentlemen. The director introduced them as owner's of leading Play-houses all over the city. After he managed to escape the owners by faking a need to go to the bathroom, he sat beside the dance floor, where many young couples where already having fun. He began to think of his own friends, having fun without him. “Alicia and Luis are probably off by themselves talking, and Campy is most likely sitting with a group of admirers at the counter, being the life of the party.” He thought glumly.

May old acquaintance be forgot, on New Year's Eve they say!

Let's give a cheer;A brand new year

Will soon be here to stay!

Let's drink our fill'a, Sasparilla,

We're too young for champaign!

And Every New Year's Eve it's time to scream and go insane!

A servant was walking around serving people champaign. An actual servant! He didn't belong here, he should be with his friends, he thought. When the servant stepped up to him and offered him a glass, he took it, even though he was technically underage. He'd been drinking beer ever since he moved here, as his friends ordered for him at the bar. A group of men, trying to flirt with several ladies near him, where becoming quite loud. He stared down at his drink, before downing it in one gulp.

It's New Year's Eve,

It's almost here.

We'll dance and swing from the chandelier

And we'll all go nuts,

When the ribbon cuts we'll cheer!

People where beginning to gather out on the deck, preparing to watch the ball drop. He walked out with them, trying to get a spot near the edge.

When midnight comes,

We'll cut a rug!

We'll toast each other and kiss and hug

As the shouters and screamers

Throw all of those streamers right here!

All eyes where on the ball, as it began it's big descent. People where chanting as it dropped. “10..9...8...7...6...5...4...

It's New Year's Eve, but don't you grieve

'Cause another year's headed our way.

It's gonna be great

'Cause we're staying up late

Then tomorrow we'll sleep in all day!

“3...2...1!” People were screaming and laughing. People were kissing and hugging. He knew what he should do. He turned and quietly slipped back inside, and out the door into the stairwell. He started the long climb down, and thought about all the fun he was going to have with his friends at the bar...

It's New Year's Eve;gonna have a blast

The new one's here, the old one's passed

So forget you're worry

And everyone hurry, you hear?

It's okay, be a jerk! Go bezerk;

Have a happy New Year!