|Dancing in Central Park, NYC as you do!|
What would life be like if we all lived in a classic Hollywood musical? I'm talking one of the technicolor musical wonders of the 1950s - like Singin' In the Rain, An American In Paris, Gigi, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, The Bandwagon, etc. Seriously! What would life be like?!
Well, for starters, everyone would be happy and all women would have at least two suitors on hand. Men would wear perfectly ironed three-piece suits even though they couldn't afford them. Every home would have a shiny new piano in the living room. The streets would be unbelievably clean and the city's crime rate would be nil (well, that is, if you weren't living in a society resembling West Side Story's).
|Yes, this kitchen is just big enough for a complicated song & dance number!|
People would randomly break into song and dance every time something significant - or insignificant - happened in their lives: like the birth of a baby, love at first sight, a high school graduation, or a trial for theft in some French courtroom where everyone including the judge speaks English but with a French accent. It wouldn't even matter if you had a terrible singing voice because Oscar Levant did and no one said anything to him!
Every man would have a comical sidekick. Every woman would have a best friend who stuck by them through thick and thin, steering them clear of the no good riff raff that pestered them for a date. Every story would have a happy ending, but not before boy meets girl and loses her (temporarily, that is)! The happy couple would then dance off into eternity wearing the aforementioned three-piece suit and heavily sequined ballgown.
Gorgeous, able-bodied men would create spontaneous tap and soft shoe routines using only their brains and an old scrap of newspaper. Dowdy farmers would transform themselves into stagestruck vixens within an hour-and-a-half and walk off with not only a hit show but with that gorgeous, able-bodied man *wink* Summer Stock anyone?
If life were really like that, many of us would be a lot happier than we currently are. We'd walk around town with a constant spring in our step and a wide smile on our faces. But heaven forbid if any of us should be accused of stealing a diamond tiara and were whisked off to that French courtroom where everyone spoke English with French accents! Watch out!