Celebrity Suite
Elvis walked into the hotel. He was weak and weary from having had performed all evening, and he felt like laying down on a bed for one million years. He looked to the right and saw a bodyguard, he looked to the left and spied a friend. He felt so low despite being surrounded by a gang who was there for his life and well-being, and he tilted his head a little in order to concentrate on the deep feeling of sour that sank with the last meal he had consumed.
Elvis walked past a group of girls who were waiting for their parents. The girls became all smiles and giggles and followed him on the spur of the moment. They hopped into the same elevator, and Elvis glanced each one of their peach faces over as the elevator went up. He noticed the bodyguard tense, and reach inside his jacket for a revolver – however Elvis placed a hand to ease his stress, and shook his head.
Elvis felt the elevator stop, and he shuffled forward in order to remove himself from the elevator. The girls spied the movement and shuffled as well, and soon all elevator riders were filling up the slimline corridor that was reserved for high bid guests.
Elvis looked at the girls and smiled a little.
“Hey;” he greeted as they huddled close in order to gasp out their excitement as their eyes became wet with tears of adore.
One of the girls waved, another one squealed, and yet another jumped. The whole cluster giggled all at once, and soon Elvis was giving them invitation to his hotel room. The girls squealed and nodded, and the group laughed as they moved to the hotel door where Elvis had a suite rented. The door opened wide, and showed off a fairytale inlay - however before the girls could shuffle inside a bark from an opened elevator caught the whole group unawares.