From the moment I saw An American in Paris, I knew I loved Gene Kelly. He danced his way
into my heart. He exploded with vibrant talent and good looks. His personality was tough
yet tender. The way he gazed into his partner's eyes with such intense passion made me
melt and wish I were her. He DANCED love. No words could be more expressive. I
wonder if Leslie and Rita understood then what an honor it was to dance with the likes of
him. I mean, look at the total package...who could ask for anything more in a man?
