all your friends go on about these days is elvis presley. when you were first told about him, you thought he was just a new craze, that within a couple months he'd be forgotten as everyone moved onto the next craze.

that did not happen, and now you're the weird one for not liking elvis? how strange.

you're in a cafe, sipping on a coca cola. you’re meeting your friends, but got their early. you roll your eyes as the hundredth elvis song is played that evening. a man across the cafe sees you rolling your eyes and chuckles, walking over to you.

“you not an elvis fan?” he asks as he orders you another drink without asking you. you scoff and shake your head. after chatting for a few minutes, he decides to see how long it will take for him to convince you to like elvis.

“listen, my wife and i are friends of elvis’, how about this saturday, you come over with us to see him? maybe you’ll end up really liking him, hm?” he teases.

“my friends would probably appreciate this offer more.” you say as you push away the drink he bought you.

“maybe so, but i think elvis would really appreciate it. there’s not many girls from back home around here, he’s feeling pretty homesick. i think a visit from a pretty girl like yourself could really make him feel better. maybe he’ll even write a song about ya.” he tries to convince you. it takes a while, but he manages to get a ‘maybe’ out of you.

and of course that saturday you find yourself shaking hands with elvis presley’s father whilst wearing your nicest dress. you’re led further into the house and spot elvis sat on his couch, chatting to some friends. the atmosphere of this little gathering is loud and exciting, definitely not a little gathering.