Falling in Love with a King [Elvis]

Chapter 11 - Second Day on the Set: Fake or Real Kiss?

I wished that we were still doing the restaurant scene and I could really punch Kenneth. What he did, stealing a kiss from Daisy, that was something worth a good sock in the jaw and the shins. Maybe it was a good thing that he wasn't going to be on the set. It was just me, Daisy, Lizabeth, and two other men, as far as actors. There were two dozen of the crew around.

I stood in the stone and concrete hallway as one of the stylists messed with my hair. This stylist looked like Daisy, since she had blue-green eyes and brown hair. She was pretty. I smirked, remembering something...

Daisy wasn't involved with Kenneth. I was worrying for nothing, at least when it had to do with that. Now, I had to worry about what Daisy thought about me hinting at my feelings for her. What was I supposed to say when she asked why I was glad the whole Kenneth situation was a misunderstanding? Nothing? That would be more of an answer, anyway. A lot could be said in silence.

"Okay, I think we are ready to go," said Kal. "Everyone to their places."

I went to where I needed to in a hallway connected to the main one. I had to just walk out of it and into the main one and yank off my little white bandanna around my neck, untuck my shiny shirt and walk on into my dressing room while Daisy was standing there behind the door. Of course, how close she would be to me was on my mind. Hopefully her wrist would be okay.

My stylist Angela followed me and mussed my hair again. I was supposed to look like I came out of a concert. She winked at me when she was done and left me. The women I worked with always flirted with me, especially the younger ones. I did have women who were old enough to be my mother flirt with me, like my stylist Becky from The Ed Sullivan Show. She was only being nice, though.

"Alright, we all ready?" called Kal. I gave him a head nod. "Okay, action!"

I walked into the hallway, acting worn out and I pulled my bandanna off my neck, untucked my shirt and entered the dressing room, which was a three-walled room but open to the set on one side for the camera. I shut the door and saw in the corner of my eye Daisy standing there. My heart started racing.

"Cut!" Kal shouted and came up to me, which made that heart leap from surprise. "Let's do that again. Elvis, look more tired and worn out, looking like the moment you get into the dressing room, you want to fall down and take a nap."

I nodded. "Alright, got it."

"And, when Daisy starts putting her hands on you, remember her wrist, okay? She's going to mention it after she mentions her fight with her boyfriend. After she says that, just say you're sorry to hear that, but then go with 'now look here, miss.'"

"Got it," I said.

"I do, too," said Daisy.

Daisy gave me a smile as I left the room, and I smiled as I took my post again. We probably would have to do this a dozen times before I get it straight. Daisy was seriously muddling my mind. How hard was it to walk down a hallway and through a door?

I went to my post, and Kal shouted "Action!" I did what I needed to do and entered the dressing room. I had to keep going. I stood at the little counter in there as Daisy said, "Hi," in her fake Southern drawl that was very cute. I whirled around and she walked up to me. "Remember me?"

I quickly tucked in my shirt and said in a shaky, nervous voice, "How'd you get in here?"

That seductive look in her eyes wasn't real, but it was impacting me, making me act nervous for real. She came up to me after pointing to the window, silently saying that was how she got in. "I've been tryin' to make it for four days now, ever since the night you had that fight with Wayne. Remember? My boyfriend. You should know that after that fight, I got into a fight with 'im, that's how my arm's like this."