It was New Year’s Eve. A few friends had got together to celebrate at a cute little house. They were talking about their previous year, laughing about what had gone right and what had gone wrong. There was music playing from a stereo in the corner. The friends were almost yelling at each other because the music was so loud. “Jack, ol’ Jacky boy, get me another drink, will you?” a man said to his friend. “Uggh, ok, but you’re getting the next one,” Jack replied. Jack drunkenly walked into the kitchen and switched on the light. It was a long, white light, very bright. The large refrigerator was in front of him. He opened it and saw many bottles of wine, orange juice, coca cola and water. He grabbed two bottles of wine from inside the door. But before he closed the fridge, he saw on the top shelf something white, red, and creamy. “Hey! Susan!” Jack yelled. “This cake looks absolutely delicious! Can I eat some?” Susan came in from the living room. “Get your filthy hands away from it, Jack. It’s only 8pm. We’ll eat it after the countdown. Just wait.” She walked over to Jack, grabbed him by the arm and walked him back into the living room. Jack was happily holding the two bottles of wine under his arms. Now that the humans had gone, the foods in the fridge continued their celebration. “Psst, Pavlova,” a bottle of orange juice whispered. “He’s gone. Keep going.” Pavlova opened her eyes and continued singing an amazing opera song. She sung Rigoletto by Giuseppe Verdi. All the foods and drinks in the fridge were in love with Pavlova’s voice. After she had finished, they clapped and cheered. “Bravo! Bravo!” a cheese said. “Sing another one!”