I would've expected a fanfare of trumpets, and an expensive red carpet....
Instead I heard a chicken-picking telecaster riff, a steady train beat and deep-fried purplish hues flooding through the peephole.
I couldn't resist so I threw open the door revealing my eager smirk. I felt like I would finally meet Santa in flesh and blood. Well, same body type anway. But, this dude's costume was a cream colored one piece leatherish suit, with a raging diamondback pattern and bedazzled threads gracefully straining to hold in Rock & Roll royalty.
I was staring at the birth of disco...which was clinging to chic and retro styles. The King knew how to...everything.
As a comb quickly flitted up to his hair-do, the fringe on his arm waved up and down as if it were a few tens of groupies saying, 'Oh, King! Let me do the honors.'
As he finished, he smoothly sliced through his pocket with the comb and twisted his head revealing his aviators, toothpick between his snarling lips, and glorious Wolverine chops!!
He spun on one loafer, threw his arm up index finger extended, thrust his hip to the side, and.....
'FPHFPFHPFHPHFPFHPpfhpfhpfhfptt!'
I guess that was the fanfare I was looking for.
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