I couldn’t believe it, it was almost here! Midnight was sluggishly approaching, but it couldn’t stay away forever! I sat dead center in the movie theater; the first I had ever entered. The date: December 9th, 2005. The event: we were about to witness the glory of the very first Narnia movie ever! After over a year of waiting, we were finally going to witness the grandeur of Cair Paravel on the Easter Sea, the glory of the great lion, Aslan, as brought to life by computer graphics and the soothing, resonant voice of the venerable Liam Neeson, and the frosty chill of the hundred-years-winter brought down on the land by the stone-faced White Witch.
“You’ve never been to a movie theater?” I had been asked incredulously by my classmates when it had been revealed that my foray into the popcorn-strewn seats would be my maiden cinema viewing, “Oh, man! You’re gonna love it! The enormous screens, the surround sound!” These perks, however, were merely secondary to me. The magic of Narnia that transcended such things had dominated my imagination since I was four. As my favorite story, it was essential to me that the moviemakers to the story and the great characters justice.
In the theater, I anxiously squirmed in my squeaking, padded seat, trying not to focus on the slow tick of the remaining seconds on my watch as the proprietors tried to entertain by giving away official paraphernalia and doing movie trivia as midnight approached. I settled in to await my reward, and I could wait a little more.
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