Hi, all! Hope your holiday vacations/holidays have been lovely. My uncle bought me a recording of La Boheme...but I haven't listened to it yet. :x I have a slight addiction to Last Five Years right now. But I'm excited to listen to it.
So anyway, I was listening to this song (the Clay Aiken version XD) like a month ago and wrote this, then forgot about it. I found it today and thought I'd post it. Hope you like it. :) Don't own it.
What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?
Maybe it's much too early in the game
Ooh, but I thought I'd ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year's,
New Year's eve?
Mark sighed. He glanced up at the bar, where the new female bartender, Norah, was working. He'd been admiring her from a far for the past few weeks, but she didn't even know he existed. Mark wished he could be a little more up front about his feelings. As he clutched at his mug of hot chocolate, he thought of his plans for New Year's: most likely standing drunkenly in front of a television store with his friends, waiting for the ball to drop. He'd be alone, as usual.
Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year's
New Year's eve
Mark looked over at the bar again. Norah was smiling radiantly at a customer, her long, cherry-blonde hair catching the light at the perfect time. Her cheeks were glazed with a light layer of blush, perfectly complimenting her pale complexion. She was beautiful. He thought about going over to ask her out for New Year's, but couldn't bring himself to do so.
Maybe I'm crazy to suppose
I'd ever be the one you chose
Out of the thousand invitations
You received
There's no way she'll agree to go out with me, Mark thought miserably. She'd never given him a second glance. He was sure that she already had plans. New Year's Eve was only a week away, after all.
Ooh, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance:
What are you doing New Year's
New Year's Eve?
Suddenly, as though a switch had been flipped in his mind, Mark began walking over to the bar. His heart was hammering against his ribs, and he was sweating profusely. He didn't even know what he was going to say, or how he was going to say it, but he had found himself standing in front of her. "Um, Norah?" he asked quietly. "What are you doing New Year's Eve?"
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