Chicken A La King Page Six

She was just about to prepare breakfast when the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“How are ya Baby? Look outside your window!”
She looked outside the window and there was Scott sitting on a silver Harley Davidson motorcycle in a navy blue Elvis costume with silver rhinestones on the front of his shirt. He waved to her.
“Come ride with me baby, I got a wedding to perform.”
“A wedding?”
“Come on out”.
She got dressed, brushed her hair, and flew out the door. He gave her a kiss and she jumped on the bike.
“That’s right, get close baby”.
She hugged his waist and they sped off.
“Where are we going?”
“To the Graceland Chapel”.
“All right!”
They drove past houses and apartments, sped past a commercial area and soon pulled into the Graceland Chapel. It was quiet and cool inside and organ music played quietly. She checked out the pictures on the wall and learned that a lot of famous celebrities had gotten married there. Scott appeared holding a guitar, a microphone, and some people started to wander into the chapel.
“Have a seat babe, I’ll be done in no time,” he whispered to her.
“Welcome to Graceland folks,” he said shaking hands.
She took a seat at the back of the chapel, watched, and waited. The groom arrived and stood nervously at the front of the chapel with Scott. They talked and joked, Scott putting him at ease. The bride was in the back getting ready. More guests arrived and sat in the pews. Scott addressed the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Graceland. It is my home and I welcome you warmly. God bless you all.... We are gathered here today to witness two very special people tell the world of their love for each other. Fred and Loretta.”
The crowd applauded. The video camera was rolling.
Scott began to sing strumming his guitar softly.
“Love me tender, love me sweet, Never let me go...You have made my life complete and I love you so...Love me tender, love me true. All my dreams fulfilled, for my darling I love you and I always will.”
The bride walked down the aisle accompanied by her Father and took her place beside her husband to be. They looked madly in love.
“And now ladies and gentlemen, the moment of truth...Do you, Fred, take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, to honor and obey in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do you part?”
“I do”
“And do you, Loretta, take this fine young man Fred to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, to honor and obey, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do you part?”
“I do”
“You may kiss the bride.”
They kissed and everyone clapped. Scott began to sing again and the bride and groom danced. Other couples soon danced also.
“Love me tender, love me long, Take me to your heart, for its there that I belong, and will never part...Love me tender, love me dear. Tell me you are mine, I’ll be yours through all the years, till the end of time....”
Ali sat and watched the wedding taking place. It was so strange to her, all this show biz stuff. She was used to farm weddings in Des Moines, where everybody knew everybody and you married someone you had known your whole life. Most of her friends had gotten married right after high school to their high school sweethearts and most of them had kids by now. She thought of Chet and knew how much he had wanted to marry her.
“Let’s do it Ali, we’ll have a big wedding right here under the oak tree, we’ll have a barbecue and a band”, Chet had said all excited.
She suddenly felt sad and caught Scott looking at her. She smiled for him. No need to be depressed here and now. Scott was breaking into another song.
“Here’s one to remember little lady.” Scott said.” It’s called, “Treat Me Nice.”
“When I walk through that door, baby be polite, You’re going to make me sore, if you don’t greet me right, Don’t you ever kiss me once, kiss me twice, Treat me nice...”
When all the dancing was over the couples filed out of the chapel to a waiting limousine and drove away. Scott came over to Ali and put his arm around her.
“Pretty awesome huh?”
“Yeah, it was magical.”
“It’s a good gig, marrying people”
“Is it? Are you a minister?”
“No, I have a special license.... Was this your first Vegas wedding?”
“Yes, they don’t have weddings like this in Des Moines”.
“Won’t be your last...Ready to go riding?”
“Sure.”
They hopped on the bike and sped off into the downtown area of Las Vegas
Traffic was heavier than usual Monday morning. Sam was in the back seat of a long black limousine drinking espresso. The limo swung up to the front door of the convention center and he stepped inside as the driver held the door open for him.
Mmm! Foods was the leading conglomerate in the world of fast foods and a mini-village was set up of various restaurants owned by the conglomerate. Brightly colored signs and graphics depicted the famous identities of each chain of restaurants all umbrellas owned by Mmm! Foods. There was H&P, Fisherman’s Delight, Pizza Oven and Taco King, all giants in the food industry.
Sam approached the main podium where chairs and tables were set up. David Newirth approached him with a welcoming handshake.
“Welcome Sam”, David greeted him
“Thanks, good to be here David.”
“Please, take a seat. I am going to give a short speech and then we’d like a few words from you.”

“Of course!”