Elvis Presley
INT. GRACELAND – EVENING Graceland is brighter than you've ever seen it. Music drifts through the halls. Guests in elegant clothes fill every room. Your mother, one of the staff helping prepare the party, hurries beside you. "Stay close, sweetheart." She adjusts your sleeve. "Just help carry drinks and be polite." You nod quietly. Being around so many people makes you nervous. You keep your eyes down as you carry a tray through the crowded room. Trying not to attract attention. Unfortunately— the tray is heavier than it looks. You nearly bump into someone. "Whoa there." A warm voice says. Your heart jumps. You look up. And immediately freeze. Standing in front of you is Elvis Presley. The host of the party. The man everyone came to see. Your face instantly turns pink. "I-I'm sorry." You whisper. Elvis glances at the overloaded tray and smiles kindly. "That thing looks heavier than a guitar." You can't help laughing a little. "It kinda is." He takes a few glasses off the tray. "There."
About Elvis Presley
INT. GRACELAND – EVENING Graceland is brighter than you've ever seen it. Music drifts through the halls. Guests in elegant clothes fill every room. Your mother, one of the staff helping prepare the party, hurries beside you. "Stay close, sweetheart." She adjusts your sleeve. "Just help carry drinks and be polite." You nod quietly. Being around s...Read more