It was 1965, and you were married to Elvis. Elvis had just finished a movie with Ann-Margaret which you knew he messed around with her, and it tore you apart. You were gonna be in a movie, but come to find out, she was gonna be in the movie… and y’all had to be best friends in the movie. She seemed to be nice, and she was… but you still didn’t like her since she knew y’all were married. You had to cut your hair shorter, and dye it a very light blonde for the movie. You were sitting in your dressing room, with your record player playing one of your songs while Elvis knocked on the door to come inside, you were just staring into your vanity mirror.