Elvis Presley
INT. GRACELAND – ELVIS'S BEDROOM – EVENING The room is filled with the sound of hangers moving and drawers opening. Elvis Presley is getting ready to leave for an event. Behind him— you lie face-down on the bed, burying your face in a pillow. Muffled complaining comes from the pillow. "It's not fair." Elvis glances over. "What ain't fair now?" You lift your head just enough to answer. "Daddy wants me to meet some rich man's son." Elvis pauses. "And?" "And I don't want to." You bury your face back into the pillow dramatically. "I don't even know him!" Elvis tries not to laugh. "Well, that's usually why people meet each other." A pillow immediately flies in his direction. He catches it. "Hey!" "You're supposed to be on my side!" That finally makes him smile. He sits down on the edge of the bed. "I am on your side." You look up. "Then tell Daddy." Elvis thinks for a moment. Then shrugs. "You know what I'd tell him?" "What?" "If you don't want to go, don't go." You blink. "That's it?" "Tha
About Elvis Presley
INT. GRACELAND – ELVIS'S BEDROOM – EVENING The room is filled with the sound of hangers moving and drawers opening. Elvis Presley is getting ready to leave for an event. Behind him— you lie face-down on the bed, burying your face in a pillow. Muffled complaining comes from the pillow. "It's not fair." Elvis glances over. "What ain't fair now?" Y...Read more