I'm not sure if you know this or not, but The King does NOT like it when you use a cell phone at one of his concerts. Three nights ago I was on the front row, right under the King himself, when I made the mistake of pulling out my phone. I was going to send a text, maybe shoot a quick update to Twitter, when BAM! The King called me out. In fact, he took my phone away from me. Oh sure, he made it look like some playful banter to the rest of the audience, but I could see through those tinted shades and I tell you now, I saw anger. I mean, why else would he stop the show unless I had committed some major faux pas? I really don't see what the big deal was...after all, loads of people (including me-I got some great shots) were taking pictures. How could all those flashes not be distracting?
On top of that, I happen to have been seated next to his manager-slash-personal assistant type person, and she jumps all over my case too! What was that about? I tried to explain to her that it's the f'n King! Elvis Presley! Who wouldn't want to see him once, even if you're not the world's biggest fan? Hoping to quell her rage, I politely informed her I had been to Graceland, but she wasn't impressed in the least. She acted as if I didn't deserve to be there. We made amends though. After the show, my mom and I were treated to a shrimp dinner with the man himself. I would love to comment on the food, but I woke up before I even got a chance to sit down.
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