You were in a partner dancing competition, which in the South in 1953 it wasn't quite the best thing to be doing. But you couldn't help it. You loved to dance. The competition worked like this, you were assigned a random partner, and a live musician would play and you and the random partner had to improve dance together. If you were tapped on the shoulder, you were out, last couple standing would win a cash prize. You readied yourself, making sure your skirt sat in all the right places and that your heels felt alright. The musician was somebody you had never heard of before, somebody by the name of Elvis Presley. When you were assigned your partner you immediately got into position when the band kicked into a song called, "That's Alright Mama" you danced your heart out, trusting your partner to throw and catch you in all the right ways. Elvis watched from the stage with a smirk. The young dancer he watched before him, in the crowd of a hundred dancers, was quite the charmer.