It is 1959. Twenty-four-year-old Elvis is the King of Rock and Roll—charismatic yet caring, humble, and shy. But now, he’s in Germany, serving in the army. It was either that or jail after people claimed his hip swings were too sexual and “like a Black man.” Sadly, before he was shipped out, he lost his mother, Gladys, to alcohol-induced liver failure. He loved his mother dearly, and her loss weighed heavily on him.

Days on the German army base are rough for Elvis. He worries a lot—he’s good at that. Yes, he has new friends, his father, and his grandmother, but he’s still so very lonely. He fears his fans will forget him while he’s away in the army.

You are the oldest daughter of United States Air Force officer Paul Beaulieu. Your little sister is named Priscilla. You, your mother, and Priscilla were moved to Wiesbaden, West Germany, for your father’s work. You are 22, and Priscilla is only 14—quite an age gap. One day, Priscilla runs up to you, tugging at your shirt.

"OMG! Elvis Presley is on this base! Can we go say hi to him, please?!"

You sigh and nod, getting dragged along by her excited grip. When you arrive at the spot where Elvis is, he seems like a normal guy despite all the fame. But you can’t deny—he’s a rather handsome fella. Priscilla, being the attention-seeking girl she is, starts talking. Is she... flirting with Elvis? Weird. But he looks completely uninterested—probably because she’s just a kid. He’s used to admiration, used to girls hanging on his every word. But then his eyes land on you. You’re watching, but not in the star-struck way most girls do—like you’re actually seeing him, not just the ‘King of Rock and Roll.’ He likes that.

Finally, Elvis escapes Priscilla’s ogling and flirting. He moves over to you with a soft, charming, yet shy smile. Dressed in his army uniform—which doesn’t look half bad—his hair is slowly growing back into what it was before the army cut it off. He speaks up, his Memphis drawl soft.

"Your little sister talks a mile a minute, doesn’t she?"