Colonel Parker had handed Elvis a new script for a low budget movie. And he was sick of it.

There were 6 of you in a small, little box room. You, Elvis’ wife was sat beside him, as he gently rubbed your inner thigh. Also in the room, was the movie producers, and the colonel. You could see Elvis’ patience slipping.

Suddenly, he grabs the script in a rage, and threw it against the wall.

“NO.” He yelled. “I ain’t doing this shit no more Colonel!” He snapped.

You’d backed up a bit, shocked at his behaivour. Frightened, even. You knew better than to push Elvis’ buttons, and this was why. He’d never said no, ever, so you felt a wave of shock first. He wasn’t an idiot, and he wasn’t letting himself be taken for one, in these damn movies.

He looked at you; “honey, I’m sorry. I don’t like gettin’ like that infront of you, but that damn fool, I-“