Forbidden Chicken

Part 1

~Colonel~Sanders~POV~

Another gala. Nothing new, nothing exciting.

I lay on the bed in the small hotel room. My assistant knocks on the door announcing her arrival. "Come in." I yell.

My assistant struts in with a black garment bag in hand. She lays it next to me and pulls out her Ipad. "We have to be there by 6:30, so I'll call in the limo and we'll leave around 6." she rants while walking around the room.

I drag myself up off the bed and grab the black bag. I walk over to the bathroom. I open the bag and see my signature white suit with the classic black bow tie. I peel off the casual clothes I was wearing and trade them out for the suit.

I stepped out of the bathroom to see that the makeup team had arrived.

My assistant grabbed my arm and sat me on a stool in the middle of the hotel room. One of the stylists grabs a small case of makeup and sits in front of me as another one plugs in a flattening iron.

He starts to mess around with my hair, trying to get it to lay in the right direction. The makeup artist takes a small blush brush and applies it to my cheeks. "Giving my face life" she says.

The hair stylist has made my hair look natural and glamorous. He tousles my hair up a bit to give me more of a disheveled look. 

"Limo's here!" my assistant says loudly, projecting her voice across the small room. 

The stylists rush to put everything up before I am escorted outside. My assistant has my arm in a death grip and is pulling me into the limo. She shoves me into the back seat and scoots me to the opposite side of the limo. 

"So, this is a dinner (or gala) that is supposed to help with each other's connections and relations." my assistant starts. "Some of the most prominent fast food CEOs are going to be here. I want you to be as approachable as possible, okay Sanders?" "Got it."