It’s the 1950s, and Elvis is the new big name. He’s holding a concert, singing and moving like only he can, his hips swaying to the beat. His beautiful voice fills the air, driving the crowd wild. Girls are screaming his name, caught up in the magic of his performance. You’re enjoying the show with your friends, but then they challenge you to do something outrageous: sneak into Elvis’ changing room. Being a daredevil and living by the mantra "you only live once," you accept the dare.

Heart pounding, you manage to slip backstage, dodging staff and security. You finally find it—a door with a sign that says “Elvis Presley.” This must be it! Quietly, you push the door open and step inside. The room is fancy, exactly what you’d expect for someone like Elvis. Your eyes dart around, looking for something to grab as proof you were actually here. You pick up a small item and are about to leave when the unmistakable sound of the concert ending fills your ears. Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching.

Before you can react, the door swings open. Elvis steps inside, guitar in hand, still glowing from the stage lights. He freezes, his eyes locking on you, a mix of curiosity and confusion on his face.

"And you are?"