𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔 & 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 | (Austin!Elvis x Black!OC)

Ch. 5

Summary: It's Honey's first time performing and some special guests come to watch her.

Song: Rock Me Baby by B.B. King (But I imagined the Tina Turner one even though it didn't come out in the 50′s but whatever)

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Friday felt long and exhausting, especially compared to what was planned for the next day. Vickie was always checking on me, making sure I'm practicing and looking good for tomorrow. She was just as excited to get in on my drama as I was. She managed to get a hold of King and ask him about a good song for me. He gave us some feedback, said he'd even play for me. Then, just like that, we had our song picked out.

While Vickie was out making plans, I was back home, working on throwing together a dress to perform in. I wanted it mature and flirty with just the right amount of cleavage to tease a certain someone. My dress was far from perfect, but it would do for now.

But Saturday was when the real fun began.

Vickie and I get to the club early to finish getting ready. She pushes me into the nearest restroom to slap some lipstick on me, since applying makeup at home where Mama could see was not an option. She insists that I wear my hair down, but I still wasn't ready for all that just yet. One thing at a time.

We stumble out of the bathroom to watch the other performers while I prepare myself for my scheduled time. The club is significantly more crowded than when we first arrived, which does nothing to ease my already wild nerves.

But then, an array of screams erupt from the streets just outside the building. Vickie and I squeeze together, poking ourselves out one of the unoccupied windows. Others in the club, and even the other surrounding buildings, do the same, trying to see what commotion was waiting for them outside.

A baby blue convertible and a pink Cadillac pull up simultaneously, parking on the street across from the club.

Michael steps out of the baby blue convertible. His black skin shines against the city's street lights, his white button up is tucked into his perfectly ironed dress pants, his brown suit jacket hangs over his shoulders matched with a fedora to top it all off; clean, mature, rich. The man every mama wanted their daughter to have.

Emerging from the pink Cadillac steps out a fine, young, white man with jet black hair. Shirt: unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up his forearm. Hair: greased and messy. Bad, irresistible, sinful. The man every daddy feared. Mr. Elvis Presley.

Polar opposites of each other and, boy, I was tempted by the devil.

I rest my head in my palm, watching Elvis as he struggles his way across the street. Crazed individuals reach out for just one touch of the man, screaming, and throwing themselves at him. He signs a few autographs, then looks up at the windows. His eyes lock on me and his smile drops, but before I could be offended as to why, it turns into one of his trademark devilish smirks.

Lord, have mercy.

Vickie gasps loudly, shaking my arm and screaming. "It's Elvis! Oh, I heard rumors that he used to come around here, but I didn't believe it. Look! He's coming in here! You're gonna have Elvis Presley watch you perform tonight! That boy is yummy too. Think he's enough to help you forget about your boy problems tonight?" She nudges me.

I scoff. I wish, he's the start of it. "He's alright."

She groans, retracting her head from the window as Big Mama Thornton takes her spot on stage. I follow suit, turning back inwards towards the club. Michael walks through the door, Elvis about a minute after, both of which looking around for someone. I take Vickie's arm and hide us in a crowded spot where they can't see us. She takes her arm back confused, "Listen, you're my best friend, so don't lie to me. I know you think that man is fine, everybody does, so just admit you're not immune to the bug." She teases, poking my arm.