Elvis on the Titanic

Chapter 5 - Let's Have a Party

My suit was making me feel stuffy. While the guys went on to get some more chow, I stayed behind in the room and rummaged through Wendell's wardrobe. I eyed the shirts, jackets, vests and trousers. It was what I had seen a lot of men wear. I would fit in. I would save the suit for the performance in the 3rd class social hall.

"Wow, we really are the same size," I muttered after putting on a pair of brown trousers and a loose white collar shirt. I tucked it into the pants and stood there in the small room. Should I wear a jacket? It wasn't either cold or warm outside, just moderate. It wouldn't hurt. I slipped the brown jacket on. "Fits like a glove."

Wendell said I could use one of his extra hats, but I didn't know if I wanted to. I had to go find that barber and see about any type of hair product. Maybe after, I could find a place to bathe. I wanted to look my best for performing.

I exited the room, locking it after—Wendell had given me a key, one of two copies that Brody or Will had.

A few people walked the halls. It had been a couple hours since the ship left the port, and people were going about their business after the hype of the ship leaving. I passed a group of three young women in the hallway, all blondes, and looking like they were in 3rd class since they had on dresses not as flashy as the ones that I had seen the 1st class ladies wear. Due to the narrowness of the hallway, I had to squeeze by these rather attractive young women who looked in their twenties. Maybe they were all sisters.

"Excuse me, ladies."

All three of them giggled as they passed, and I heard them muttering about me, about how handsome I was. It was a complement, but I was no different than any other man around. At least, that was what I saw myself as, now that I was in a place where people didn't recognize me. It was a little let-down, since I loved greeting people and making fans happy, but it is how it is.

I came into that lobby area and looked around. Maybe someone would know where a barber was. All the people in the lobby looked to be passengers and not workers in uniforms. I walked through the lobby, and on into another hallway that led to the stairs leading up to the decks. A gentleman maybe around thirty-five and in a white uniform was walking in my direction.

"Excuse me, sir," I said, stopping him.

"Yes, sir?"

This man sounded Irish. His hair was blonde, though. "I was wonderin' where I could find a barber. Could you point me in the right direction, please?"

He smiled politely. "Certainly, sir. And you are 3rd class, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well. Follow me."

I did so, and we turned into another hallway, away from the stairs. We walked on for some time before he stopped and faced me. "Now, if you would walk more down this hallway here and make a direct left, you will find a barber for 3rd class passengers. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

I about said no, but I thought of something. "Yes. Where are the bathing areas?"

"Are you down A, B, C, or D Hallway?"

"Um..." I had no idea. "Just the one that's directly connected to the lobby area back there. I apologize, I wasn't payin' attention."

"That would be B Hallway. What room?"

"Um..." What was it? "I believe 20."

"There is a joint bathing room down that hallway and around the right corner."

Joint? Meaning open? Oh boy. Maybe it's something like the shower areas we had while in the army. "Thank you."

"You are very welcome. Good day, sir."