[discontinued] I'm Listening... (Book 4 of the Can't Say series.)

It was New Year's Eve, they had travelled to New York to perform in the big ball. Yes in, as in they're going to be inside it to sing and for when it drops. They were travelling in the 25 seater van, they were fully equipped for the baby to arrive now, the car seat in the empty chair next to Avi, his anxiety growing more and more whenever he looked at it. The car pulled to a stop and Avi looked up from it, catching the eye of his mother.

"you won't be ready at first but as time progresses, you'll be fine, both of you will."

How mothers do it? I don't know because she seemed to sense Kevin's anxiety too, though it wasn't as bad as Avi's. It was 10:15 in the evening and they had arrived at the ball drop in New York. They got out the car and walked to the entrance. The families had Backstage passes while the band had Performers passes, of course, they walked up to the security who recognized them immediately.

"Pentatonix right?"

"That's us!"

"Great! Head on through. Who are the rest of you?"

"Our families."

"Y'all go through."

They headed backstage where they decided to change into their show clothes, the theme was black and white for them but nothing too concert-like, black and white standard clothes. Avi wearing one of Kevin's white hoodies and a pair of large skinny jeans and boots. They were doing their usual run of the song and their pre-show rituals before the stage runner came to their room.

"Let's go, Pentatonix!"

She chirped before running out the room, the band following her trail to the roof of the building where the ball was already in position to drop, there was a door on it which the stage manager opened and the band walked in, getting into position.

"we can do this."

"lord please don't let my water break during this gig."

"that'll be the worst."

"and sooooo embarrassing."

"I know."

One of the announcers spoke into her mic.

"It is only a few minutes to midnight, New York, but we can't exit the new year without a bang can we?"

"No, Megahn we absolutely cannot so we have a surprise for you!"

"That's right, John. this band I can safely say, has had a horrific year, especially their one band member-"

"I think it's the bassist, right?"

"You'd be right, yes. But like their song states The past will wash away like coffee stains. Here to sing us out of this year and into the next, A Capella style. Please put your hands together for three-time Grammy Award-winning artist, Pentatonix!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as the lights on the tower went up and the song began.

Ahhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh

Tonight, the apple falls in time
We'll sing along with Auld Lang Syne
And throw confetti high up into space
Tomorrow morning when we wake
This town will be a different place
And the past will wash away like coffee stains

They sure did hope it would.

We could be kings of the world
On top of the nation
It's a celebration of the moments to come
The city's on fire
We're holding up lighters
Raising them higher and we've only begun