Viva Lost Lifa

I was standing in line with Bridgette, ready to greet the bored and tired ticket lady. Her silver strands shimmered in the cheap-ass light installed in her booth. I felt terrible for her, watching as Bridgette's debit card scanned the tap-on cash register. Since when did we use this technology? Oh, how time has passed. I remember the days when cash was a thing.

We walked closer to the entrance, where we lined up for the Sky-High spinny ride. I looked up once the lady took the smooth, shiny receipt, which was a ticket. They were spinning like crazy. I was excited, but I for sure was ready to experience the life of a bird, an eagle, my alter ego. KAW KAW! The people before us had huge smiles as they returned to the ground, and by now, I was excited. The bars lifted up, and we took our spot on a yellow-coloured plastic seat, the same kind of seat I'd be in if I was the piss queen of eternity. We buckled in and were set up into the sky, and by now, I was panicking. Holding on for dear life, the ride hadn't even started spinning yet, and Bridgette beside me was giggling at my frightened squeals.

"Would you shut the fuck up?" I yelled at her, and the ride began to turn. I could feel the breeze under my ass, seeping through the holes on the bottom of the plastic seat. Nothing was supporting us but a mere iron bar and chains connecting to the top of the mechanics. When I train myself not to look down, I see the beautiful lights of the city and the rest of the Melbourne Showgrounds, knowing that as my screams pierced Bridgette next to me, no one else could hear me. I could scream, "I hate Rita!" and she would have no idea, and she would not try and kill us. We were flying, but my dream of becoming a bird was shattered. I quivered in fear and from the cool breeze along my neck as if someone was fucking me from behind, giving me passionate kisses.

"Bright light city gonna set my soul, gonna set my sou-"

"The fuck?" Bridgette looks at me with a confused smile. "Shut up, bro."

"IT'S A COPING MECHANISM LEAVE ME ALONE!" I scream; the girl flying in front of us looks back and shoots us a hilarious look. "You looking for trouble?"

"Dun dun dun dun dun..." Bridgette joins in.

"You came to the right place."

"Dun dun dun dun DUN..." She continues.

"You looking for tro- What's that?" I pause, thinking about what I'm hearing. The bass-boosted EDM music of the ride paused, and we continued to swing. I look over at Bridgette, who is equally as confused as me. There was a fast tempo, 144BPM for exact, with a funny-sounding guitar melody. Holy fuck... Viva las Vegas!

The rest of the show got louder, every ride playing the tune but at a different time. It was like a fever dream, and I felt at home.

Bright light city gonna set my soul

Gonna set my soul on fire

Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn

So get those stakes up higher...

I look around to witness the sea of people dancing exotically to the music, some twerking, some actually fucking and some dancing on poles. It was such a sight.

Crank

"What?"

"Huh?" Bridgette looks at me, confused.

"You didn't just hear that?" I say, fiddling with the iron bar keeping us safe. It popped open. My heart skipped a beat, but I still held on for dear life. "Bridge, we're gonna die." At that moment, both of us got flung out of the ride; everyone else was safe except for us. I get launched out towards the Rock n' Roll Elvis ride, Viva las Vegas still playing. I hit the plastic Pink Cadillac detail on the front of the ride, seeing the spray-painted Elvis artwork, too, and then landed perfectly into one of the spinning cars. I look next to me to see Bridgette once more.

"Bro, what the actual fuck is happening?"

"Wake up." Bridgette's pupils were gone. I gasp, and I close my eyes. I wake up in Graceland.

"Uh huh huh, Honey? Where are you?" I freeze. This guy sounds like Elvis. I look around for a better look at the carpeted stairs leading up to the famous bedroom. I inch closer and closer to each stair, forcing my wobbly legs to reach the top floor. The air smells cleaner, his voice sounds higher, and looking at the decorations, it seems like I was sent back to the late 50s, yet here my purpose isn't to make my parents fall in love.

"I-I'm coming!" I nervously say. Is this an alternate reality where I'm Elvis' girlfriend? I reach Elvis' room, the gorgeous man sitting there with his guitar, strumming random chords and fixing his black shiny hair. He looks at me and smiles.

"Goddamn, ain't you beautiful?" I looked down at what I was wearing, a long dark green dress with a cross-hatching pattern. I was in the 50s, alright. He gestures for me to come over to sit next to him, and I do, looking at myself in the mirror adjacent to his bed. My hair was still short but tied all the way up in a fancy hairstyle I would never see myself wearing. He looks at me.

"I was wondering if you could write me a song for me to perform?" I look at him in awe.

"Really?" He gave me his acoustic guitar, and for the only song that was running through my mind at that moment, I played a G chord, then an E Minor, singing the sweet words of Viva Las Vegas, except a more slow version. "Bright light city gonna set my soul... gonna set my soul on fire," I whisper.

"Baby, that's great! Uh-huh huh!" He takes the guitar away from me and pushes me down so he can lay next to me. "I want to sex you."

I stop smiling. Firstly, I fucking travelled time and alternate reality. Left Bridgette alone and met Elvis. Somehow I'm his girlfriend, and now he wants to fuck me? What the actual hell is going on? Is this his way of saying sorry for his Showbag being sold out? Either way, I don't know whether to feel gross or horny. I'm still 16, and at this point, he's probably like 20-something. He touched my boob anyways, and we started making out. My fantasy was coming true.

He starts undressing me while also taking his clothes off, and I look down to see his monster horse cock, which would obviously not fucking fit inside my small-set vagina. "How is that going to fit in me, Elvis?"

"We always make it fit baby; what're you hollering about?" I laughed and opened wide as if I was going to do such a big fart that it would blow the house down, but this time I was just going to get the best railing of my entire life. He slides his big member into my vagina, and I groan; I was expecting it to hurt but not this much. I was already wet like a fountain, but I guess it wasn't enough. He continues after I stop whimpering like a fucking dying animal, and it starts to feel really nice. He kept eye contact as he went in and out of me, and for some reason, his own music started playing in the background. Now we were fucking to 'In the Ghetto'.

"E.P..."

"Yes?" He said between groans.

"What the fuck is going on here?" The doors fly wide open; I guess he forgot to lock them. I moaned one last time as he fully pulled out and looked at the doors to see Bridgette standing there. "You fucking left me and switched dimensions only to fuck Elvis?"

"Oh my god," I say, and she comes storming after me. She didn't care that I was naked, or that I had literally fucked the King of Rock and Roll, or that reality switching was even possible.

"Hey Elvis," she says, "sorry about this."

"Nuh-uh, she's staying here." By now, they were both tugging on my arms, Elvis wanting more sex action and Bridgette wanting me to get back to our timeline. I didn't know what to choose, but before I could make my decision, I became a nugget with legs. They had both pulled my arms off. I fell back on the bed, naked, against Elvis, and passed away.

Oh.... I just died in your arms tonight...

THE END