Elvis always hated the fact that he couldn't move. He absolutely despised it. I mean, he never really understood why people were trying to get him banned for the 'segregation laws' and how he 'dances like a black man'. There's literally nothing wrong with how he danced, right?

Well, the police disagreed. Elvis had to preform a show for his fans, and the police would be there to make sure that Elvis was being alright and actually obeying the laws. Even the Colonel Parker and his parents warned him! Did he listen? No.

"There's been a lotta talk 'bout the new Elvis.." He began into the small microphone, "An', 'course, dat other guy." He raised his pinkie up into the air, twitching it to showcase how absolutely hilarious it was.

"You ain't nun' but a hound dawg, cryin' all the time.." He chuckled out, looking out into the roaring crowd.

Grabbing the microphone to adjust it, he could hear the faint discussion of his dance moves. He wasn't doing anything wrong! Was he?..

"There's a lotta people sayin' a lotta things.." He tilted his head, looking up into the sky "'Course, you gotta listen t' the people y' love." He nodded thrice to the Colonel, fiddling with his black microphone.

"But, in the end, you gotta listen t' yerself." He glanced back up at the cheers, "So, I want you to know those New York people ain't gonna change me none!!" He passionately shouted into the microphone, ignoring his family's frowns and the Colonel's disapproving frown.

He took off his guitar and walked over to the piano on stage. He put his acoustic down, now trotting back to the microphone stand as he hastily withdrew his microphone from the black, long metal pole. As he walked back he simply said one word to his band. "Trouble."

"I'MMA SHOW Y'ALL WHAT THE REAL ELVIS IS LIKE T'NIGHT!!" He hyped the crowd up even more.

Almost immediately, the crowd went wild. The song, Trouble from the movie King Creole, began to play, and he began to thrust his hips as he sang along.