Falling in Love with a King [Elvis]

Chapter 14 - Third Day on the Set: Lot O' Lovin' I Wanna Do

The press exploded with news regarding my article. I was hounded by people after I left my apartment, and various people of the press would find me at work to ask me questions. I answered honestly. I could only imagine what Elvis was going through. Not once had he contacted me throughout this ordeal. I was too scared to contact him and still was. Through the press, I was able to guess what he thought. He had answered all questions, including the ones where people asked if he wanted to be with me. He said he did. 

I needed to talk to him in person. It was the perfect day to do that.

I parked along the sidewalk, two streets away from the scene that the downtown town fair scene would be filmed. I would be one of the people in the crowd in front of the stage, and I needed to be there an hour before filming started. The moment I stepped out of my blue car into the warm air, people ran up to me.

"Hey! You're the woman who's involved with Elvis Presley!" one man shouted.

"Are you two really in love with each other?"

"Do you two think you will ever be together?"

"How long has it been since you've seen each other? Will you talk to him today? What will you say?"

They hammered questions at me, and someone pulled me away. He shouted at them all, "No more questions! This lady has to be somewhere!"

He and I ran away from these random people and some reporters. We turned around a corner of a building and the people went on passed. I looked to my rescuer. "Thank you so much, Doug."

He shrugged a shoulder. "This is why I came along. Why haven't you agreed to have your own manager yet?"

"Because I don't need one."

"You need one since you're a rising star, but for today, I'm your unofficial manager and bodyguard. I'm also your colleague who's going to be writing about this scene today."

"Yes, I know. And I'm shaking with nervousness."

"It will be fine. Just go up and talk to the guy, okay?"

"But I feel that he's mad at me for the article. The press has said that he said he had no comment about what he thinks about the article."

Doug stood out in front of me and folded his arms. "Daisy, do you really think he's mad at you? C'mon. He's probably just as nervous as you are."

"Do you think so?"

"I do. Now let's get going. You have to be on the set."

We walked on and rounded another corner and saw the stage set-up for the scene. The band was already on it fiddling with their string instruments and drums. A whole slew of people was near the stage, and the cameramen were setting up their equipment, but what caught my eye was Lizabeth and Wendell talking next to a really shiny black car.

"Wow, would you look at that..." Doug enthused, looking around. "I'm never going to forget this image."

He took out his camera and snapped a few pictures. I kept my gaze on the people who I recognized, knowing I needed to find another someone recognized. I looked around and spotted him. "Doug, there's the director Kal Kanter. C'mon."

We walked on into the set and through some groups of people who stared at me. People sure did know my face. Now I knew a sliver of how Elvis felt. He got swarmed all the time like I had earlier. I came up to Mr. Kanter. He saw me and beamed.

"Hey, there she is! You made it! Was the drive alright?"

"Yes, it was, thank you," I said and indicated Doug. "This is my colleague Doug Fuller. He's writing a piece about the scene."