Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities

Getting Aston’s early wakeup call, right off the bat, inspired debatable tourist Kia Ford, encouraging the star spangle with a banner theatrical personality, ‘prepare for visit’ see the Crystal Palace monarchy side.

“A palace featuring crystals, that seems like a beneficial diplomatic investment,” the American ‘who gets things done’ wearing an innocent white polo shirt thought, treating the meet and greet as a casual get together based on competitive respect.

Reality hit the newcomer sprinkling the face with rain buckets and for the first time an adverse weather adventure pelted her with heavenly driven tears.

Hustling towards the royal structure, getting hair drenched, with the entrance approaching she clinched her fist before wrapping the wooden blockade, alerting the inhabitants, the stars and stripes eagle has arrived on-time.

“Can I help you?” A bald eagle butler inquired.

“I am Kia Ford, built tough, across the pond as you say,” Kia then paused, “here to meet with Crystal Palace royals.”

“Well, come in,” the bald eagle greeted, “they all are here, inside the dining room, waiting for you to join them.”

Carefully, Kia Ford walked down the hallway seeing the Crystal Palace royals, seated dressed in red, white and blue eagle outfits, she put out her hand hoping not to be rejected.

“Ms. Ford, we are glad you came over,” one broke the ice.

“Yes, Ms. Ford come, enjoy gourmet served bird seeds,” another invited.

“It will make your ideas grow,” a third advised.

Finding an empty chair Kia Ford quickly apologized, “I am here at the table without any points to discuss, I just checked in, and,”

“Do not apologize,” one eagle spoke up, “neither do we.”

For the first forty-five minutes no one had any goals scored and during the second stanza Kia Ford nervously whispered, “Tommy, can you hear me?”

Like a magical choreographed musical number being thrown into a moving picture Crystal Palace got rocked.

“What was that?’ The Eagles fearfully looked up,

“I told them to build this palace like that Hotel in California,” the Father Eagle stated, frustrated.

“Now dear, take it easy,” the Mother suggested.

As for the child, his curiosity asked, “Who?” Then halted his thought, “who are you?”

Getting comfortable in her role, Kia Ford energetically declared, “I am Kia Ford, the American, mover and shaker.”

“Oh, boy did you,” the Mother Eagle noted, rolling with the rocking punches, “get a goal.”

A few minutes elapsed, once again building confidence, Kia Ford unleashed the West Ham United famous ‘Julie’ Bowen impersonation routine, notorious in getting goals.

“Another goal,” the Eagle family felt defeated, “now what?”

Hearing the commentary question Kia Ford picked up her fashion designer pocket book, “I have to prepare for next week and entertain the citizens,” she paused, “back inside my own home.”

“The one you rent,” the Eagle son wanted to clarify before the shut-out result ends up official.

“Technicality kid,” Kia Ford escaped taking her three points.

After the positive commute Kia Ford returned understanding what the ‘Julie Bowen’ Shrine was all about, turning the flat’s knob, the pet peacock stood acting like a butler standing at attention.

“Did you see my two goals?” Kia Ford inquired.

Since the pet Peacock provided streaming platform rights, he affirmatively acknowledged the question.

“Good,” Kia Ford confirmed encountering the shrine.

“Well, it worked,” she told the photograph, guarded with candles, “two goals and an entertaining activity.”

“Now, the citizens will come here,” a deep voice originated from the shrine.

“I know I have to get ready”

“I want the citizens to see the festive bubbles and have security realizing everything is all right,”

“We will have many opportunities,” Kia Ford observed the machine wanting attention, “to celebrate Lawrence Welk.”

“Who?” The shrine wondered while the pet peacock tried doing math.