PMV: Walking In Memphis

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Put on my blue suede shoes, and I boarded the plane

Film of me leaving behind middle school, waving out that bus window one last time

Touched down in the land of the Delta

Next slide pans to me boarding bus to high school for the first time, comparison of the two scenes side by side

Blues, in the middle of the pouring rain

Transition of me throughout the seasons (summer, fall, winter, spring) of sophomore-junior years.

W.C. Handy - won't you look down over me

Me rolling my eyes as I glare at faculty meeting full of administrators looking at me from distance in forum room

Yeah! I got a first class ticket, but I'm as blue as a girl can be

Clip of previous teacher and middle school women side by side, all look happy yet gloomy at the same time

Then I'm walking in Memphis

previous teacher walking through two different middle schools, fleeting thoughts in black and white film in background

I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale

display of me transforming into my Evita role in musical

Walking in Memphis

people, mainly the adults, look to me with admiration as i pass by

But do I really feel the way I feel?
Black and white Clip of me talking to this guy, lover in color in the background, smiling

Saw the ghost of Elvis, on Union Avenue

image pans to spirit-like version of me beckoning audience pov to high school; I'm still dressed like Evita

Followed him up to the gates of Graceland

i walk right up to the building, smiling

I watched him walk right through

walks straight through doors, does a spin and walks on

Now secured that I did not see him

teachers, staff, other students don't notice me, but they all seem clearly sad and disturbed about something

He just hovered around his tomb

film of that guy walking with woman in funeral clothes along with many others

There's a pretty little thing, waiting for the King

woman is revealed to be my lover, she lifts up veil

Down in the Jungle Room

tears running down her face as she falls to her knees, drops bouquet

When I was walking in Memphis

rose/other petals fly away in wind in distance, image of me smiling in cloudy sky, switches to starry sky at night

Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale

camera goes down the line of people, mostly teachers

Walking in Memphis

flashback of me roaming the halls with friends, showing off for people

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