Singin’ In The Rain


For my grandfather’s birthday, the family all bought tickets to go see Singin’ In The Rain at the Segerstrom center. The movie plays, and their pops orchestra plays the soundtrack. I love this movie so much that it’s hard to describe. I can sing all the songs. I can do some of the dances. It has a little too much cheese for Brian, however. When it played in movie theaters, my sister Cody and I had a date to go see it. Brian refused.

We sat in our red velvet seats on the top balcony. A vertiginous experience if there ever was one, as Brian says. The blonde wood and the white stage when coupled with the sea of red seats beneath us was so beautiful. The movie screen was small, but it was nice that we could see the orchestra. At the Hollywood Bowl, when they do the Sound of Music Sing Along, the projector obscures the players.

Brian sat in his chair, slumped, and he flipped through the program. I set my purse down underneath my chair, but then I just couldn’t contain myself any longer.

“I’m so excited!!!!!!!!!” I said, patting him on the knee. “I can’t wait. Do you know why?”

“No, why?”

“Because a pretty girl is like a work of art.”

Brian rolled his eyes.

“And all I do the whole night through is dream of you,” I said.

“Am I going to be subjected to this the whole night?” he asked.

“Yes. Because Moses supposes his toeses are roses, it would be erroneous to expect anything else.”

“Don’t make me kill you,” he said.

“Oh Pierre, you shouldn’t have come!” I replied.

And then the lights dimmed, and the full music surrounded us. It was such a perfect moment that I got tears in my eyes as I watched them stride down the screen in their rain slickers. Did I mention I love this movie? I spent the rest of the night glad that I married my own Cosmo Brown and not Don Lockwood, dashing as he is. Cosmo is much more fun.

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