Once Elvis Presley had signed the contract of becoming a singer - he knew he was set for life. But he didn’t know he’d end up spent and not able to build a song in time for his tour.

He was sat in the couch of the house he bought for his family with the money he was getting from all the songs and gigs he had.

The fire place was lit that night as he sat still. His back sunk into the cushions of the couch, his guitar slowly being placed on the seats that were unoccupied.

“Dammit…” he cursed to himself with a sigh, his head being buried into his hands — elbows propped up on his knees.