Chapters (45)
- Dedication
- March
- PROLOGUE
- November
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- December
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- January
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- February
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- March
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- About the Author
Yeah, right. Dad was the pianist for a band that played trippy, experimental music. I’d never heard him even mention a show tune. And Mom saw Carousel on TCM a couple of years ago and called it “squicky.” My parents had resorted to lying to get me out of the house.
“Good for them,” I said, popping the rest of the cheese into my mouth and turning toward the stairs.
“Plus…” Mom circled in front of me and put her arm around my shoulders, redirecting me back into the kitchen. “You loved Singin’ in the Rain when you saw the movie.”
“I did?”
“Yes! Don’t you remember watching it with Grandma Shiho?”
“Kind of. I was, like, six,” I said. It was raining in Honolulu that day, so we couldn’t go to the beach like we’d planned. I was bummed, but then Grandma Shiho took me to get ume shave ice from Matsumoto’s, and we ate it while watching Singin’ in the Rain. I remembered the tart taste of the dessert, and Grandma Shiho laughing a lot—she has my favorite laugh in the world, gravelly yet demure. But I didn’t remember anything about the movie.
“Well, I told her about you auditioning, and she’s very excited,” Mom said. “I watched the movie during my office hours today and it’s pretty amusing. It takes place in the 1920s, and there are these two silent movie stars, Don Lockwood and Lina Lamont.”
I sighed. Mom’s arm was still casually draped around my shoulders. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Don and Lina do all their movies together, but then talking movies are invented.”
“Uh-oh,” Dad broke in with all the subtlety of a cartoon character.
“Uh-oh indeed, because Lina Lamont has a terrible voice. It’s screechy and has a strange accent and is very annoying. She also has a bad personality.”
I rubbed the bridge of my nose. “Okay, okay, what next?” The faster she got through this, the faster I could leave.
“Well, I’m glad you asked, because Don Lockwood meets and falls in love with Kathy Selden. Now Kathy, get this, has acting talent, a pretty voice, and a good personality.”
“A triple threat,” Dad said.
“That’s right. So Don’s best friend, Cosmo Brown, suggests that Kathy dub over Lina’s voice, just for one movie, and then she can move on to her own illustrious career. Of course, things don’t go as planned, and there are lots of hijinks and tap dancing, and then everyone lives happily ever after.”
“Great,” I said flatly.
“I agree, honey.” Mom gave me a squeeze and then finally stepped away. “So you’ll go back tomorrow for the dance audition?”
“No, I did that today, so I’m done for the week.” My parents’ faces fell, probably picturing another marathon streaming session.