Chapter 321 - The Ellen Show (I)
It had been a week since Kyle had left Kai, and since MIB didn't report anything, Kyle knew everything was okay.
He had left the monitoring of Kai to Agent Milo, and left instructions that he was to do what was needed as per the file Kyle gave him and only report to him if there was a situation that he couldn't handle.
Kyle was confident that Agent Milo could do it, so once that was done, he decisively cut Kai from his thoughts. He focused on other things.
Like the Ellen show that they were going to do.
They were now in State C, of Country AS, near the WB studio where the Ellen show is recorded. They were staying at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, which was only 8 minutes away from the studio itself.
The reason why Kyle had chosen this particular hotel was because it had a 3,200 square foot Penthouse Suite, known as the Gable & Lombard Penthouse, named after the legendary Clark Gable and Carole Lombard that were the previous owners.
It was a three level suite with two Master Suites and a third bedroom, with a dining and living room with a sound system throughout the suite. Best of all, there was a 1,500 square foot rooftop deck that gave them the view of the Hollywood Hills and Hollywood Sign.*
Kyle's parents took one Master Suite, Kyle and Kay took the other and Xing Han with Sam took the third bedroom. It certainly was a very, very luxurious accommodation but Kyle felt it was money worth spent. They were going to spend Christmas here after all.
"Arent the guests going to be so stoked that you and Keanu will be there?" said Xing Han gleefully as they lounged in the living room.
"Actually, they don't know yet," Kyle replied, "They're only told on the day itself. And I think only Keanu will generate a scream cuz I'm not famous. They'd probably look at me and wonder who the heck I am."
Kay smiled knowingly while Xing Han scoffed, "You ... you ... frog living in a well you."
"No, that's wrong Xing Han," Kay replied, "It's 'the frog under the coconut shell' in this case."
Xing Han thought about it.
The first proverb meant that your view was limited to only what you could see from the bottom of the well, whereas the second proverb meant that your knowledge was very limited. Though it may sound the same, there was a minute difference. The former is related to limited knowledge based on a narrow viewpoint whereas the latter was lack knowledge based on a limited viewpoint.
"You're right," Xing Han said, "Kyle has extensive knowledge about the world yet, when it comes to himself, he's rather blind, isn't he?"
Kay nodded, "Now you know my sufferings."
"Oh come on," Kyle protested, "I know I'm popular back home but this is Country AS, okay? The movie isn't even out yet so no one knows me, okay??"
Kyle grumbled about how they were looking down at him. He wasn't that obtuse, okay?
In response, Kay, Xing Han, and Sam just looked at each other with the first two laughing their heads off. Sam, on the other hand, simply rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"What?" Kyle huffed, seeing their reaction.
Patrick and Delilah came in at that moment, seeing the warm scene in front of them. It certainly was very nice to have the whole family again - even though there were two who weren't blood related. It was a pity that Ali couldn't join them. Otherwise, it would have been complete.
"My, you're certainly having fun," Delilah commented with a smile.
"Oh, Auntie. I just cannot," Xing Han said, wiping his eyes, "Your son is truly dense in some areas."
Delilah smiled widely at that, but didn't say a thing in response.
"Are you sure you do not want to sit in for the recording, Mr and Mrs Smith?" Sam asked politely, sitting up straight with his notepad in his hand.
"Oh, come on Sam," Delilah said with a frown, "Why are you being so formal suddenly?"
"Because he's in work mode," Kyle explained.
Understanding dawned on her and she smiled, "No, it's okay Sam. Patrick and I are going on a date first. We'll meet up here after the whole thing is over."
"Noted, Mr and Mrs Smith," Sam replied respectfully.
"Oh, and if Keanu is free, just invite him over for Christmas Dinner," Delilah said. The recording was going to be done on Christmas Eve morning, so they definately could extend the invitation. However, Kyle was hesitant.
"I ... I'll try," Kyle said, "But let me see how he's like first. I mean, Christmas Eve was when he lost his baby girl, so he may not exactly celebrate Christmas anymore. He's a very private person."
Delilah nodded in understanding but she said, "Just try, Kyle. Sometimes, the best way to overcome such intense grief is to replace it with happy memories."
"Okay, Mum," Kyle said with a sad smile as he thought of his own two kids, "I'll give it my best shot."
Sam got up to make a call, saying, "I'm making the final confirmation for the VIP seatings for us so that they can finalise the seating arrangements."
Once Sam left, Xing Han jumped about happily, "Can you imagine. The Ellen show. These tickets are just so hard to get and we have VIP tickets! Awesome."
Anyone can request a ticket to the show, but whether you get it or not is purely by luck. The Ellen website will indicate when requests can be made, and once done, there would be a lottery system. Some people can be really unlucky and never get picked even though they have sent in hundreds of requests.
It really is like winning a lottery.
As for a VIP ticket? That is even harder to get, and it would be via personal invitation. Sometimes, one gets lucky like one person, who had received those gold VIP tickets due to a viral post about 'the Ellen quilt' that she made. The 'right' people saw it and lo and behold! She got tickets.**
Xing Han glomped on Kyle, messing up his hair while saying, "And look at you! Trying to act cool and all that when you're probably the most excited one of us all! You just ADORE Ellen, don't cha? Don't cha?!"
Kyle retaliated, of course, and flipped Xing Han over as he tickled him. The two horsing around on the sofa, eventually falling off yet still continuing with their shenanigans.
Sam, coming back from the call, saw this and rolled his eyes again.
Kids.