Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities

Following hosting the Albion brothers, Brighton and Hove during the pre-holiday clam bake, Kia Ford ventured into the relegation zone, returning with three points buffering their table position, distancing herself from the haunting demotion drop.

Word circulated about the successful results down under and the boys in the band were concerned that the United West Ham was moving upward feeding on the low-level scraps. “Should we make mention to that American mover and shaker, she never walks alone,” one musician mentioned, ringing the bell.

Suddenly, the door opened revealing a tuxedo wearing Peacock, “welcome,” the colorful promotional character exclaimed, “enter and join the party.”

Hearing the comment the boys in the band strutted the hallway, “we are here to play,”

“I am sure you are,” the Peacock agreed, turning the bubble machine on, showing they meant business, “look at all that festivity.”

Taking a moment the boys in the band checked out the floor show, only to witness the whole production slowly come to a halt, displaying faulty system errors, “that’s too bad,” the group stated unpacking their gear.

“Miss Kia Ford,” the Peacock did not miss a beat, “I present to you, the men from the quarry.”

“That’s nice Peacock, but what about our goals?”

“I tried to get the bubble machine to work, hit the post a couple of times, it is not working,” the Peacock reported back.

“Fix me a drink,” Kia Ford requested watching the young kids assemble their instruments.

Feeling relaxed listening to the first set, Kia Ford started feeling the vibe, “Peacock, get me another round,” the talented states woman shouted.

“What about getting goals?” The Peacock inquired.

“This is too good,” Kia Ford took another sip, letting all her worries disappear.

Second set soon commenced, and Kia Ford smiled as the evening proceeded despite nothing getting scored. Finally, the third act unfolded and upon conclusion everyone needed to take a break.

“Are you coming back with an encore?” Kia Ford exclaimed, “I need to inform my bartender!”

“We could probably, go another two sets,” the singers predicted.

And when the intermission was complete, the boys in the band returned honoring encore requests, featuring double platinum, knocking Kia Ford for a loopily loop.

As the final selection reached its audience Kia Ford could hardly hold her head up proclaiming, “Freebird, Freebird.”

“I think that Eagle has been grounded,” the drummer observed Kia Ford sleeping off five set drunken effects and no goals.

“Miss Ford, Miss Ford,” the lead singer tapped the host’s shoulders, “we played five sets, that equals five goals.”

“I have none,” Kia Ford slurred, “what’s your point?”

“Just wanted to let you know, we had the blue winning exhibition today,” the boys in the band mentioned.

“That you did,” Kia Ford replied, and the Peacock, escorted the contingent out the door.

Upon leaving, the Peacock pulled down a strange envelope, stuck to the holiday decorations, “Miss Ford, Kia,” the Peacock announced, “you received an invitation.”

“From whom?”

“The citizens,” the Peacock answered, “they want to talk to you about something,”

“Music was too loud. Right?” Kia Ford guessed.

“Goals, Kia Ford, they want to talk to you about goals,” the Peacock declared.

“The boys in the band have plenty of goals, five today,”

“They want to talk about your goals,” the Peacock arrived on the porch deck.

“I have none,” the drowsy Kia Ford honestly stated, “but I may have some by Cinco De Mayo.”