As the credits appeared on the screen, flitting across the yellow backdrop like raindrops on a window pane, Rachel glanced over at Chris, unsure of what to do.
“So…what did you think?” he asked cheerfully, snapping back to his happy self.
“Well…it was good…but I don’t know, it seemed so fake. Honestly…all of that singing and dancing just makes everything seem falsely cheerful. Maybe musicals just aren’t my thing.”
He stared at her, eyes widening as he realized she was serious. “Did you actually just say you don’t like musicals?”
“Well…yes. I mean, I can’t really judge, since the closest thing I’ve seen to a musical is my high school’s production of In the Woods, but I guess I don’t really see the point of musicals.”
“Well, that explains it then. I don’t think anyone who loves music, and who is interested in film can possibly really not like musicals. Just let me call my friend…you might be in for a surprise.”