They Call Him Oscar

They will be flowing across the sea of red cloth, packed and stuffed into their beaded and sequined dresses; their necks, wrists and fingers draped with jewelry/monetary value that could feed a third world nation for months. Their hair and faces will have been molded and modified, erasing years, masking wrinkles and age spots, and making them appear as if at least ten years never passed. They will be princesses, all of them, stepping out of their carriages, posing for the camera’s and smiling for all the world to see, hiding the nerves that have been wracked for days on end.

The reporter’s will fight to get the first words and the most magnificent of sound bites. Everyone wants to hear the wit and humor that has been practiced in front of a mirror for hours. The shameless gushing and bragging will begin, the inquisition for designer names to be dropped and the questions of who was asked to wear what by whom. It’s a designers dream for their name to be announced on national television and for the most gorgeous starlet to have said yes to wear THE dress.

And the men, the men will be in tuxes of various colors, trims, and styles. All very dapper, cool and sleek. Some will simply be the prince who looks handsome as he holds the proverbial slipper, and some will be actual honoree’s, but all will be spinning across the red cloth as well, smiling, talking and matching wit for wit with the ladies of the night.

This is a night where class is expected to shine, and dignity is a must and any less will not be accepted. It is after all, THE honor for the craft called acting and performing, and it demands the respect of such. It is the night of the Academy Awards and that precious golden statue called Oscar that everyone strives to achieve; the night would be filled with surprise wins and monumental acceptance speeches given by most who attended.

JK Simmons would accept his award, and in turn, plead for everyone with a phone to call their parents; not to text, but to call and tell them that you love them.  Patricia Arquette would end her acceptance with a passionate plea for equal rights and equal pay for women everywhere; which would receive fist pumps and shouts of approval from all the women in the audience and at home.  

John Legend and Common would deliver a resounding song from the movie Selma; “Glory” would be sung with enough spirit and passion to raise the rafters and receiving not only one, but several standing ovations, along with their passionate speeches praising Martin Luther King, civil rights, and respectful diversity.

And Graham Moore, delivering his own very personal speech, telling everyone to follow their dreams, and never be afraid to be different or weird; and that when it is your turn to stand proud and be a winner one day, pass the same message along to others. 

A night with the movies. What a magical night indeed.