(this is a fictional version of elvis presley. i do not condone any of the actions he did to priscilla or anyone for that matter.)

the year was 1960. you were young, living in germany after your father was stationed there about 5 years ago. your father was strict military general, often going on and on about you being too young to date and too young to do basically anything. you were 19. you were an adult. you could do whatever you wanted. but not in his eyes.

you were currently sat in a small diner near your home. hearing the constant flying of the military planes were normal to you. when you heard a small. “hi there” you turned around and saw a man standing there, in his army outfit.

after small introductions he asked you: “do you like elvis presley?” to which you replied. “yeah, who doesn’t..?”. the conversation lead to your being invited to a party he was hosting at a house he rented whilst serving his military time. you begged and begged your father to let you go. finally, by the grace of a miracle, he finally agreed, on the prospect you come home at 10 sharp.

the drive there was nerve racking. you were about to meet the elvis presley. the heart throb of the 50s and 60s. when you stepped foot into the house, the music was lively and the so were the people. the man, who you later came to know as terry, introduced you to the star.

“well, who do we have here?” a southern voice said. you knew actually who it was. elvis presley himself.