Girl of Mine

Chapter 2 - A proposal to remember

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Rosalie's POV (Sal)

A girl with red hair swayed to the sweet voice of the rockabilly. It looked like she was in awe of the hypnotizing handsome man on stage, like any other in his presence. His raspy but round voice captured a crowd like no other. Screams filled the dark room, like the loudest place on earth. Young girls in love made up most of the crowd, and it was an experience unmatched by most. The girl's name was Regina, and I hadn't ever spoken a word with her. The school knew her as the bad girl. The boys loved her but also were slightly frightened by her stubbornness and no-bullshit attitude.

Another girl I knew to be named Rachel was more of the shy girl sort. In school, she was invisible. She stayed back and didn't try to reach for the black-haired beauty on stage. Still, everything about her body language could tell a story of being shocked to the core. She could not take her eyes off of Elvis, who swayed his hips to the crowd's great amusement.

Then there was Stephanie. The magnificent blonde with hair for days, pink lipstick, and fashion choices always on fleek. She was terrifying but also a delight to be around. Above all others, her infectious laughter drew you in, and if you knew her, you belonged with the cool crowd. At the moment, I couldn't care less about what she would think of me. School was done and over with. I may have graduated with a bit of a low grade, but I never had to be around her again after tonight. I wanted to see the look on her face when she understood I knew what she did to me.

Wendell, keeping his sweaty arms around my waist, had given me no signs of noticing the other flings of his sharing this night with us. Guilty of smiling in Wendell's coming despair, I embraced the performance of Elvis. He swept most girls away with his radiant stage presence. My heart was beating like it tried to sync up with the rhythm of the tones coming from the stage. I didn't know if it was the excitement of the Rock'n roll sound or the coming proposal that made it beat that way. I didn't care. I felt like I was levitating.

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Elvis POV

It was warm; I was soaked and felt so alive. All eyes were on me, and I still could not take in what in the world had happened for me to be up here. The nerves were still somehow present, but my mind just sort of forgot it during the show. Now that my last tone had escaped my lips, it came back. Girls had been screaming their heads off, but I still didn't really know how good of a performance I did. During Hound dog, I looked toward the boys, who nodded in encouragement. Assuring me I did well. They all knew how I felt about each show feeling like the first. A new crowd meant new haters or lovers of mine. Things weren't going great for me these days, especially after the headline «Elvis the Pelvis» showed up just two months ago. Oh Lord, I couldn't take it. I simply hated the term they used for me because of my supposedly striptease moves. My poor mother didn't need this happening. She was already afraid I was in over my head.

«Thank you, thank you very much,» I said with a short smile, letting my eyes warily fall to the stage floor. Carefully looking out at the crowd, I felt beguiled by their ongoing thrillingness for me just standing there.

Before I got the chance to step back, my eyes shot in the direction of a horrifying angry scream. I could feel my dripping skin getting anxious as Bill ran to me, throwing a towel over my shoulders.

«Thanks, m'boy,» I said distractedly. «What was that?» I asked Bill, confused about what in the world that scream was about.

«I don't know, man, maybe an angry teenager thinking the show was too short. You got them all hooked on ya'.» Bill laughed, almost yelling over the crowd.

«Nothin' I can do about that.» I chuckled while I dried my face with one swift move before leaning down to the crowd, throwing my towel toward grabbing hands and doe-eyes. They gave me life, my fans. I couldn't help but love them back. Waving goodbye, I let the thoughts about the angry fan go, with a promise of coming back soon again. I would meet my Madison, Georgia fans again. I started on my way to the backstage area with a smile, but another horrible sound surfaced. A long sentence of the worst words I'd ever heard coming from a young girl's mouth shut up the entire crowd that was getting ready to leave. I froze in place and turned around while Bill and Scotty both yelled, «Shit!».

A whole circle in the middle of everyone was wide open. A guy with slick short and blonde hair was on his knees, taking a slap to his face. In his hand, I could see a white box if I squinted. Four pretty girls were surrounding him. One looked furious, the red-haired girl that just slapped him. One light brunette was in tears and looked distraught. She looked downright wrecked. A tall, light-haired girl looked stone-faced and to my surprise, didn't look at the guy in the middle of a proposal. She had her eyes on another target—the curly, almost black-haired angel in white and blue standing with a grin on her face. The story unfolding in front of me left me in shock. I had never seen such a dramatic scene before me, and I had seen a lot. Oh, girl, this was something different. The poor guy looked like he was about to shit his pants. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there with Bill and Scotty accompanying me as statues. What made me react was the girl with a grin on her face. She walked up close to the poor guy's face. Bending towards him, she took advantage of the whole theater's acoustics with her firmly pronounced words. «I'll take my mansion, and you can stay here, with the disgust of every girl in town lookin' at you.»

When she stood up, she granted him a courtesy. «Good luck in life, you fool.» she laughed. She actually laughed. Without even noticing, I grinned like a fool myself. She lacked any ladylike behavior, but at the same time, she had lots of it too. Bill grabbed hold of my shoulders and shook me.

«We should go, man,» he said with a chuckle. «The crowd is gonna get wild on ya again if we don't go now.» He reminded me. It was true, the scene in front of us would soon be all over, and my fans would again reach for the stage. The show was over, and we had to head out. I just couldn't let the dark-haired girl go.

I looked back and laughed. «That was wild! Oh boy, she's something.» I said. «Have one of the boys go get her; I need to talk to the girl.»

Both Bill and Scotty rolled their eyes as they shared their usual look of 'Elvis needing his girl for the evening.' I still smiled, though, unbothered. Getting in a last look at the girl, we headed off stage while all of us jammed to the same song. Having a good time all time.

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Author's note:
Thank you for reading the second chapter, where Elvis first sees Rosalie.

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Update (05.01.2023): I'm going through editing the first 1-7 chapters, because they were unedited. Which means that comments attached to specific paragraphs might not be so anymore. They are however still in the main comment section for the whole chapter.

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(Chapter 2/64)
Book 1 is in editing.
This chapter is slighly edited with Grammarly.

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