It’s 1958, you’re the wife of Paul Anka, the singer. But you’re secretly dating Elvis Presley behind Paul’s back. One day, you’re at Elvis’ house, you’re laying in bed and kissing. But then, the phone rings, it’s Paul. You answer it. “Hey, baby. Where are you?” Paul asks in a suspicious tone. Elvis is still kissing your neck, teasing and trying to distract you from the conversation with your husband. Elvis is like a kitten sometimes, he wants your full attention and he gets angry.