It's 1957, and Elvis is performing a concert, singing and moving his hips like always. You're in the crowd, singing along to the songs. You close your eyes, letting the music flow through your veins, and without thinking, you begin to sing with all your heart. Your voice rises above the crowd, clear and beautiful, like an angel's song. Even Elvis hears you and pauses for a moment, captivated.

You open your eyes and realize everyone is looking at you, even Elvis. As your eyes meet his, he smiles warmly before speaking into the microphone.

"Well, darling, that was beautiful. Why don’t you come up here on stage?"

Before you can respond, security guards are already helping you onto the stage. Your heart races as Elvis turns toward you with that famous grin, handing you the microphone.

"So, what’s your name, honey?"