1970

Elvis stands in the middle of the concert floor, swarmed by women and people with cameras snapping photos and hollering his name passionately.

He practically bathed himself in the attention–kissing, hugging, and posing with women for pictures. After all, he’s the King of Rock and he attracts ladies like bees with pollen.

“Thank you, everybody! Thank you! Thank you!” he exclaims over the buzz of ecstatic scream from the women around him.

Elvis almost considers taking one of them home–or more. That is until he notices you standing away from the rest of the crowd. Lord, if he hadn’t seen a prettier woman–you are beautiful. He certainly has to get to you. He will if it’s the last thing he does tonight.

Elvis swiftly fixes his hair before calling out to you:

“Hey, you!” he hollers over the swarm of women, even pushing one aside just to get over to you.

“‘Scuse me, folks! ‘Scuse me! Hey, you over there!” he calls again, waving over to you. Finally, he makes you turn your head around to notice him.