You're the one that I want, Snort-snort-snort...!
Can you tell which movie this is inspired by? Yup, "Grease" and that final scene where Sandy came out dressed to impress Danny. I thought it would be funny to do a similar tongue-in-cheek take off as this remarkably awful, English comedic version that actually worked it's way up the charts, no less! All joking aside, back then, I developed quite a crush on Olivia Newton John, let alone wishing I could also slick my hair back like Travolta's.
In fact, years later, I actually waited outside BBC studios with my best friend, hoping to catch a glimpse of Olivia coming out of her Noel Edmonds interview. We laughed at how silly those teeny-bopper girls were who gathered outside the gates alongside waiting for Paul McCartney, also on the same show. There they stood like Beatlemania had never ended, waving their "I Love Paul" signs and singing various Beatles and Wings songs! Well, never mind, we were mid-teens and more mature... That is, until the gates opened and I actually saw Olivia through the limousine window bundled up in her black coat, a mere 5 feet away or so, looking out and seemingly right at me! She was far more beautiful and feminine in real life than ever on any record album, her smile beaming so gloriously. She was the most beautiful, perfect human being I had ever laid eyes on! I was in love...and she was in her mid 30's. Ha! Something happened right then—I totally snapped and just knew it was now or never or I'd never see her again. As she was whisked away, I dashed off down the road chasing the limousine, shouting her out her name, shrieking and declaring mad love! Oh my gosh, as soon as that limo sped around the corner and out of view, I suddenly realised (in horror) my own lapse of judgment into... fan euphoria! Having to turn to face the crowds, I acted like nothing happened while trying to casually walk back through the throng of schoolgirls all gobsmacked, signs hanging down, as they looked at me so incredulously. "Right, let's go...NOW!' I insisted to Laljie and off we took into the cover of night with me hoping never to be seen again or worse yet, caught on TV cameras and broadcast later on the LWT (London Weekend Television) evening news!
A few years later still, in summer camp, funnily enough, I actually was given the honourary nick name, "John Travolta," due to my spastic dancing whilst impressing an American girl who loved to dance to the Go-Go's (again, totally out of character)! Well, as you can see, dancing and all that entails doesn't exactly jive with my normal relaxed manner, but let's see how it goes for each of you... :)
