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@lovingelvisp
I did add my own flare to it but I hope you like it xxx
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It was coming closer and closer to showtime. And back stage I could see My boyfriend was becoming uneasy. I know over that past couple of weeks he's had ever growing fame and his name has sky rocketed because he is now the new big thing weather people like it or not. It's been amazing seeing him do what he loves, but I can also read him like a book. I know he misses his mama and daddy at home and I know he has now come down from is high and realised that there are people that don't like him and want him gone for good. And it is only
now this idea is settling in and has made him doubt himself. I just wish he could view himself the way I do. I think he's absolutely incredible not only as a performer but as a person. He's so kind hearted and respectful and that's why I fell in love with him. Sometimes I wish people knew him as a person before judging him on stage. I wish the public knew the real Elvis I know and love. It breaks my heart to see him so down and doubting himself.
but He was standing around with his band mates discussing what songs they were going to preform for the show later on this evening. So I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist tightly. He was a bit flustered at first but eased into my touch. " Hey honey" he said giving me a side huge and kissing my forehead. "Wacha doin" I said. Even though I knew the answer, I still asked cause I just loved to hear him speak about anything and everything. "Oh we were just talkin about the show and what songs we were gonna play that's all." " oh ok" I said.
After that I sat around and listened to them practice some songs and then it was time to get ready for the show.
We were in his dressing room and he was all dressed in his lovely baby blue suit, with his lace shirt and stood in the mirror frustrated because he couldn't get his hair the exact way he wanted it. So I took the comb he had in his hand off him and told him to sit down. As I was fixing his oily hair I said " what's wrong baby, I know your not holding up. Please tell me, I don't want to see you sad." He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. " I j-ust I- I" I nodded for him to continue. " I just miss my mama and daddy and I feel people don't like me" he broke into a light sob and it broke my heart even more to see.
" that's not true honey. I knew you were missing mama and daddy but the people that come and see your shows they love you. I know some people have been making statements saying they want you gone but baby they don't matter. All that matters is that you do this for yourself to make you happy not anyone else. Not for me, not for mam or daddy and not for The colonel. I love you remember ok and don't forget that. Don't forget how special you are." He just grabbed me and gave me the biggest hug, I was now crying too. " I love you so much y/n. I honestly don't know what I would do without. You are my world and I never wanna let you go ever." He held my cheeks in the palm of his hands and gave them a light rub with his thumbs and then gave me a light kiss on the lips.
We had a few minutes of comfortable silence, until it was show time. We walked to the side of the stage hand in hand waiting for him and his band to be announced. As soon as they were called he gave me a very passionate kiss and said "it's for good luck" I laughed at him while he walked onto the stage.
Everything was going great he was in the middle of the show by now and was singing " blue suede shoes"
Until some one burst out of their seat and said "this is trash" and his friend next to him said " he's lookin a bit to girly for my liking." Elvis then froze upon stage for a moment thinking back to doubting himself again and excused himself off stage walking impatiently towards me. I was shocked at how polite he could be at a time like this even when he was terribly sad and needed comforting. He walked off and rushed towards me "see y/n. I told you they don't like me none. You know what I better just give up right now this second. I'm no good I-I" I had to stop him from going on a rant because he was going to explode. I just grabbed his face as hushed him to calm him down gently, trying to soothe him and told him to look into my eyes and to take deep breaths. Once he calmed a little I said " Elvis. Their opinion does not matter don't forget what I said earlier. There are so many people that love and admire you, why hone in and focus on the people who don't give you those things. The most important thing to me is that your happy and your doing what you love and are following and chasing dreams. And I know that's exactly what you are doing and I love that about you. So please don't let those lousy, mean opinions define who you are because you are so much more than what they claim you to be ok." After a few more deep breath. He said " you know what y/n your right. My opinion is most important and if they don't like what I do they just have to deal with it cause I ain't stoppin any time soon" I was so happy he finally understood that their opinions don't matter. He the said " God y/n your so beautiful and so good to me how did I ever come to deserve you. I love you so much." He started to kiss me with such lust and passion it was one of the best kisses we've ever shared. He kept kissing me and kept breathing out "oh god I love you so much." He then moved to my neck kissing all the way down to my shoulder. Until I told him everyone was waiting for him on stage. He said " oh yeah god I got so caught up in my gorgeous girlfriend forgot about my fans, my people" I just laughed and mocked him " your people" I said still hysterically laughing. He then kissed me one last time and said "we'll finish this later" with a cheeky wink. God I love him I thought as he hopped back on stage and said the most amazing speech about everyone having their own opinions about him but he knows who he is and will stand by it. The rest of the show was a hit. All the girls were screaming, crying and reaching for my boyfriend. Which I mean who can blame them.
The show came to an end and we were rushed to the car, so we weren't trampled by fan girls and brought to our hotel not to far from the venue where the show was held. Elvis told me continuously when we arrive at the hotel how much he loved me, cared for me and how happy he was to have me in his life forever. And after all of this praise let's just say it was a long night ahead of us.
