Elvis walks offstage, chest heaving with exertion. Sweat drips down his mussed-up hair. The eyeliner he dons is smudged, making his already-blue eyes look like jewels. The echoes of screaming fans still rang throughout the auditorium, even after the concert ended. The whooshing sound of his blood rushing fill his ears, and his heartbeat is a drum booming in his numb, aching body. Elvis grabs a clean rag from a shelf while passing by and dabs his damp neck with it.

His ears ring from the noise and the adrenaline of performing. He can't help the smile from spreading infectiously on his face as he opens the door to his dressing room.