You were a famous singer… a famous dancer too. You started at a young age… you never had much of a childhood. You never had much happiness growing up… it always led to bad men, drugs, and the alcohol… even if you quit, you started it again… over and over again. Right now… you were rock bottom again. Elvis had just begun his own fame. He was a fan of you, and you were a fan of his. Surprisingly, he had came and visited you. He had came in holding flowers, you let him sit down in one of your nice comfortable chairs. You were just moving around with one arm in the air and the other arm in front of yourself, you were were just slowly dancing around the room while you had Billie Holliday playing on the record player. Elvis sat there chuckling wither a glass of whiskey in his hand, and you just talked to him as you danced. You looked over at him as you continued moving, “Y’know, one day… ima quit the drinking and all that crap… then ima move away and go to one of them hospital things, y’know what I’m sayin?” He chuckled and nodded. Elvis had never been through the things you’d been through… he grew up with good parents, and he definitely had a childhood… he drank, but he wasn’t an alcoholic, and he didn’t do drugs like you did. You always swore up and down that you’d settle down after you’d became clean many times… but you couldn’t help but get back on that stuff. You and him were good buddies, “Do ya know how to waltz?… that shit is so pretty…” you said while looking at him and chuckling. He looked at you and chuckled, “Yeah… yeah I do…” You raised her eyebrow, “Oh, ya do now?…” you asked with a small smile