The Publisher

Chapter 3 ֍ Big Apple Party

Out came The Publisher. He stepped out of the Nollal, his beautiful space ship. He was in the city of New York on the planet Earth, busy and loud as usual. He turned to look at his ship to see a simple New York phone booth in its place. "Well, it doesn't look too bad at least." He said, "It's been through worse."

He turned around to face his current location: New York Times Square. His face completely melted. The Publisher's jaw dropped as low as it could, and his eyes opened as wide as Tatooine's twin suns. Before him were hundreds of people, everywhere, all over the place, everywhere you look, people! Not only that, but there were lights, so many lights, lights of every color imaginable in the electromagnetic spectrum, from waving lasers to LED lit signs, were shining everywhere possible. Then there was the noise! People cheering and singing while music roared with the sonic booms of the bass. It was a spectacular sight. The Publisher had landed the Nollal right next to the largest party of the year, New Year's Eve!

"Dear Yah," he gasped, "December has thirty one days. This is worse than I thought." I don't know how many days he had originally thought was in December 2015, but then some random girl appeared from the crowd and came up to The Publisher with some party stuff. "Hey!" She shouted, "You look like you seen a ghost!" "What in the universe?" The Publisher was still awestruck by the sight. "I said! would you like some of this stuff?!" The girl, maybe in her twenties, yells, but her voice is drowned out by all the noise and music.

The Publisher vigorously shakes his head, apparently back to his senses now. "What?!" "Here!" She yells, "Take this stuff!" She hands him strangely shapped glasses, wraps an oversized necklace thing stranded with fake flower things around his neck, and puts an ugly top hat on his head. He asks, "What's all this stuff?!" "I bought too much new year's stuff last night at Wal-Mart!" She yelled, "It was really cheap!"

The song the entire city was playing finally came to an end, but only followed with more shouting and cheering from the crowd, which was literally everybody. The Publisher looked at the glasses the girl had given to him. It was shapped into the letters '2016'. He looked at all of the people around him, obviously humans. The lots of them were mostly dressed in crazy ridiculous clothes. "You know what?" He thinks to himself, "I'm here now. I might as well enjoy it." He put on the glasses, but realized that it was annoying, so he took them off.

"Hey! It's almost time!" The girl yelled. "For what?!" "Midnight!" "What happens at midnight?!" The girl laughed at his comment. Then he remembered how people celebrate the new year. "Oh, right." "Just one more minute before 2016 is here!" "Great!" He said.

Almost a minute later, everyone was counting down. The giant crystal ball was coming down to mark a new year. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1... And what happened after that is history. While everyone else just yelled and cheered for joy, hundreds of people shouted, "Happy New year!" It was quite the moment. The joyous sounds went on for what seemed like forever and ever. So many voices were cheering, music was playing, lights were shining, and confetti were absolutely everywhere! The giant ball on top of the Times Square building was shining as bright a sun, and the screen signs below it said "Happy New Year" and "2016".

It is a happy new year indeed, even if The Publisher isn't from this year.