Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Wearing an immaculate beige ensemble, highlighting innocent marketable features, Kia Ford continued surveying the courtyard, debating the open space future, “I have the two tickets here, are you prepared to head over to Anfield’s afternoon delight music festival series?”

“It is such a beautiful day, I sure am ready,” Kia Ford responded.

“Soon spring will be here, then mother nature’s heat takes over,” the Peacock retorted.

“Is that another relegation comment?”

“No, just a point pondering, whether you are going in the wanted direction.”

“Priorities are attending the concert,” Kia Ford concluded the verbal interaction, signaling the pair, ‘prompt departure requested’.

Arriving, quickly at the stadium gate, Hugo along with his partner Virgil greeted the masses, not admitting; they both always traveled together, never breaking off from the corporate buddy system protocol.

“What can we do for you?” Hugo asked as the Peacock handed over the cell phone’s electronic passage requirements.

“There are two there,” the Peacock proclaimed.

“I come from the land of hills, and I know when I see a picturesque mountainous range,”

“Is that your goal? Doing this task?” Kia Ford acknowledged, “count the guests twin peaks?”

“Well, yeah,” Hugo honestly replied, when Virgil whispered, interrupting the dialogue.

“And it is my goal, to simmer Hugo down, put a finger in a dyke whose flowing tidal waves, could create arguments worldwide, creating disastrous conversation tragedies.

Following being granted access Kia Ford murmured, “they already have two goals, and we have not even found our seats.”

“Maybe tonight is about seeing good talent,” the Peacock inserted before thinking, “not long until you will be in the second-tier pool and the quality should grant you many achievable goals.”

Strategically occupying the nosebleed section, retaining a cool ‘see it all’ vantage location, requiring Kia Ford and the Peacock, purchase souvenir binoculars and do not worry the agenda mission has been accomplished, “is that the son of Allister?”

“Looks like that,” the Peacock agreed.

“It seems Alexis got a goal,”

“Yup, singing with the boys in the band,” the Peacock noted counting three goals to Kia Ford’s, none.

“Before you say anything, this is our final blowout,” Kia Ford paused as the first half curtain came down, “starting this week, we will resolve the relegation issue.”

Second act settings changed morale, when Kia Ford saw an unexpected goal, seizing the opportunity, “Tommy, can you hear me,” the All-American star spangled with a banner waved and cried, accepting the responding gesture, from the figure below.

“Great I have a goal today,”

“You see what happens when you pay attention,” the Peacock advised reminding the united west ham about the ‘never give up’ concept.

Minutes later, an act featuring a metal bar took the stage, “Gasko!” Kia Ford enthusiastically applauded and screamed.

“Does he have a goal?” Questioned the Peacock.

“Sure, does and its dreamy,” Kia Ford replied, “he is my Valentin.”

“Is your Valentin another goal for you?” Pried the Peacock.

“Yes, and it can bring me strength and resilience,” admitted Kia Ford.

“Aren’t those merit standard goal types usually reserved for Disasi?” Pestered the Peacock.

“And today I gave it the boys in the band,” the naive image came straight through, showing her friendly donation behavior.

“Kia Ford!” Exclaimed the Peacock.

Final encore came and went, telling Kia Ford along with the Peacock head home, confront certain issues since the English Premiere Estates wants answers.

“What should we tell them?” Kia Ford consulted.

“We will take a trip, this week, visit Craven’s Cottage, get to the bottom of this relegation concern,” insisted the Peacock.