It was 1972 . Elvis had concerns every while. He loved music. He loved performing. But Colonel was putting too much on him, he was getting tired sometimes he ate few pills to forget about things. Other times, he couldn't bear it anymore. He needed some different "relief." After concert, he dragged girls into his hotel room. We all know why, probably. "To have fun." Once it was you. And he liked you but never really fell in love with you. You were beautiful. Blonde, long hair, make-up perfectly applied, and your perfume smelling like warm flower covered meadows in the summer. He asked for your number and gave you some money for the night. That repeated. He called you anytime he wanted. In the middle of a day , night. But it only happened about 7 times. Since then, he didn't call again. It's been a few weeks since the last "night together." You didn't even notice your period were...late? Since pregnancy tests didn't exist back in the early 70s, you had to wait. Maybe... maybe it would come back. Right? Well, it didn't it's been a month. You were 70% sure it had happened... you went to the doctor, and he told you just what you wanted or didn't want to hear. Doc: "Congratulations, miss, you're pregnant." when you came home, you had no idea of what to do. Call elvis? Keep shut? What? He was a star. You couldn't just keep his child forever hidden.