Tall Girl Blues [Elvis]

Chapter 1 - The Opportunity Arises

Hello, everyone! Here's my next Elvis fan fic! I have so many of them bouncing around my head, but I figured I'd put this one on here next. So far, I've paired him with a reporter, a 16-year-old girl from 2021, a 32-year-old woman in 2021, his housekeeper's daughter, the housekeeper herself, a gal he met while on the Titanic, a hotel maid, a girl who hates him, and now, it's a girl who's seven inches taller than him. I hope you like it!

Note: The story takes place while the filming of Kid Galahad is being done. We're just going to pretend that it all was filmed in that mountain town. Some of it was filmed in Hollywood. There may be other little details that are off but I have changed for the story. Just FYI.

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Being the third-tallest girl in the country was a burden. Sure, I could reach the tallest shelf or cupboard, but ramming into the top of doorways when I wasn't paying attention? Getting the cliché questions of how the weather is up there and if I played basketball? Throughout the years since I hit a growth spurt when I was ten, I had heard those things at least once a day. I just turned twenty, so you do that math.

The phone rang shrilly as I sat in my family's living room on a beautiful fall day. It seemed like fall just began, but the days were already flying. It would soon be Christmas vacation when the kids would be an excited frenzy for being out of school for two weeks, but then going right back again. That included me, the going to school part, since I would start at California State University, Los Angeles, winter term. It was about a half-an-hour's drive from our house. I wanted to go somewhere close to home. Plus, they had a great elementary school education program.

My dad, a man who I was five inches taller than—he was six-foot-two—and who I was the spitting image of in looks, came into the living room and took up the phone, giving me a look that asked why I didn't answer the phone. I shrugged as he answered it.

"Hanson residence," he said, and he paused as he listened. "Yes, this is Rodger Hanson." Another pause, and I saw the expression change on his face—his eyes widened and mouth dropped. Curious, I stopped writing in my journal. Dad hadn't looked this surprised by a phone call since he was told that he was laid off from his cameraman job for the local newspaper. "Yes, thank you, I would love to come in. I will be there. Goodbye."

He hung up the phone. "What was that all about?" I asked, and he came and sat down next to me on the sofa. "That was Phil Karlson, the movie director that I spoke to a couple months ago."

My heart started speeding in excitement, and my excitement was evident in my voice. "Wait, you mean the man who's doing the new Elvis Presley film?"

"That's the one! He saw my resume and figured that I would do well as one of the cameramen."

"Because you have experience with those larger cameras!" I bounced up and down as I sat. "Oh my goodness, this is amazing, Dad! So you got the job?"

"I would come in to their office here in LA on Monday to see if I can handle using one of those larger film cameras, and if I do well, I'll be in!"

I squealed with glee as I embraced him, extremely happy and excited for him, and honestly, for me as well. Elvis was a world-famous actor and singer, and one of my favorites. It could be a possibility that I could meet him, or at least get his autograph from Dad.

"What's all the commotion?" Mom asked as she came into the room, wearing a light-green dress with a pink cooking apron on—she was working on the beef roast for dinner, and the house smelled of it. Unlike me and Dad, she had brown hair and was average height for a woman at five-foot-five. The doctors thought that I received the tall gene from an extended family relative since no one in my immediate or other family that I knew about were really tall.