Falling in Love with a King [Elvis]

Chapter 10 - A Misunderstanding

My cheeks were starting to ache because of the grin spreading across my face as I read Daisy's Column. It read like a diary entry and talked about her experiences in meeting me for those two interviews, and her experience on the set for the first time. She was so kind in what she said about people in the cast, even Kenneth who made passes at her when she wasn't interested. She was such swell gal. I was surprised that no man had swiped her away. A girl that great would be, as soon as she was single, batting the men away with a stick.

But she was scarred. That man she spoke of put her down. According to what she said in her column, I helped her see herself in a different light. Who knew that something I said would impact someone that much? My music made a big impact on people, but my simple speech?

"What are you grinning about, Elvis?"

Tony came into my living room and sat down next to me on the sofa. It was 7am, just before we had to leave to get to the set to film... the dressing room scene. My nerves bounced with excitement and nervousness at how close I would get to Daisy.

"Take a look," I said and gave him the paper. His brows rose.

"Ah, Daisy started her column." He sat there and read through it. "Wow."

"Yeah, I know. She's amazin'. And she thinks I am, too."

"Well, of course she does. The girl's crazy about you, like every girl in the country."

I sat up in the sofa and gave him a hopeful look. "You think so?"

"I do. Judging by how much she goes on and on about you in this column, she thinks of you pretty highly. Of course she would after you called her beautiful."

"She was thinkin' that she's not. I had to set her straight."

"You're a good man. Just be careful."

Of course Tony noticed my attraction to her. I couldn't hide it from him. "Yes, I know. But she's the type of girl that's hard not to fall for."

He closed the paper. "I knew you were beginning to be nuts about her. She really did somethin' to ya."

"There's no doubt about it. She stole my heart, and I don't want 'er to give it back."

He patted my shoulder and laughed. "You've been singing too many love songs, pal. C'mon, we have to get going. That hair of yours isn't going to do itself."

I smirked and plowed a hand through my freshly-washed dark hair. "Ain't that the truth?"

We left the apartment, and as always, reporters and cameras were there to greet me as soon as I walked out the doors. I stopped to answer a few questions and vainly hoped to see Daisy in the crowd. Of course she wouldn't be there since she would be at the set getting ready.

"Mr. Presley, a question about this Daisy who writes The Daisy Column!" a man to my left shouted over the chaos. "She talks non-stop about you and said you called her beautiful! Is that true?"

There was no point in lying. "Yes, it's true."

The reporters started to hammer questions more forcefully and I heard a jumble of questions asking if Daisy and I were an item.

"No, we're not, just good friends," I clarified. "I only wanted to tell her what's true."

"Do you have feelings for her, then?" asked a female reporter.

I didn't answer that one right away. I shouldn't answer her, in fact, and start some scandal or flowery tales. Tony could see me purse my lips. "Okay, okay, enough, let the man through!"