New Year's Eve Page #3

Hey, what about your mom?

What's she doing?

Got it!

Oh, and remember, it's just a quarter of an

inch at the center back of the collar, okay?

Okay, let me take a look at that.

Kim, is that your New Year's dress?

Oh, it's just something I'm working on

for a rainy day.

You should wear it tonight.

Maybe you'll scare up a little action.

That's highly doubtful.

The only action I've got is Hailey and me

watching the ball drop at midnight.

Last New Year's Eve she was

with her father. So it's my turn.

- Wanna join us?

- Wow, really tempting.

I don't think you understand.

Hailey likes staying in with me.

- All dancers on-stage!

- Go.

- Thank you. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Five, six, seven, eight.

- New York.

- New Rochelle.

- New Brunswick.

- New York-- New York City.

New Haven.

New Britain.

New Hartford.

New Jersey?

New York!

New York. Turn right.

Left for New York.

Oh! Oh.

Oh, my nose.

Airbags deployed.

The genny truck's not arrived yet.

Will someone tell me why it isn't here yet?

Make sure Jensen's on schedule

for his soundcheck.

He's playing some party,

but this is Times Square.

She's a little on edge today.

Ready for the confetti test.

Brendan.

Good to see you.

I thought you were with your family.

I was, then I realized you wouldn't make it

through the big night without me.

- Wow, I'm really touched.

- Heh.

I'm trying not to say this,

but if I screw up--

- You won't.

- I don't know. I'm not off to a great start.

The generator truck is late.

I mugged for the camera during

a radio interview. Can you believe it?

You'll make it happen.

And you'll make it on time

for your meeting.

- We're not talking about my meeting.

- And why not?

I should've never told you about that.

Look. Come here, lookit.

They're testing the confetti for tonight.

Don't just dump them!

Float them in the wind.

It should be magical.

I'm so glad you're here.

Laura, I know you're upset. All right?

- Mr. Jensen, I play piano.

- I just play.

Thank you, thank you.

- Laura, it's been a year already.

- I have nothing to say to you, Daniel.

- "Daniel."

- She knows Mr. Jensen.

Hello, secrets.

Look at me. Just look at me.

- That was quite a slap.

- I've been plotting that slap all year.

How I would walk up to you

when you least expect it...

...and slap you across the face

for leaving me like that.

And you know what?

It wasn't nearly as satisfying

as I thought it would be.

- Aah!

- Ooh.

- That was closer.

- We're just fooling around.

- I like fooling around too.

- Come back.

I tried to call you.

You never called me back.

I left you tickets, you never showed up.

Talk to me, damn it.

- Just talk to me.

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