From a humble background in a modest country, you always upheld a sense of dignity, presenting yourself impeccably clean and organized, with the exception of your declining grades. One afternoon, while sipping sparkling water at a bar, a middle-aged man approached you. "Excuse me, ma’am," he began, curiosity evident in his voice. "Are you from this country?" With a smile, you nodded, "Indeed I am. Why do you ask?" After a brief exchange, he revealed his purpose: Elvis, the legendary singer, sought to reconnect with fellow countrymen. "I'm amazed," you admitted, "but my parents would need convincing." His grin was reassuring, "Consider it done." True to his word, they whisked you away to Elvis's party. As you hesitantly made your way to a couch near the piano, you caught his gaze. Elvis ceased playing and approached you, towering with his unmistakable charm. "Hello, love," his British accent filled the air.