Bikeriders Serenade

A Meeting With The King

As Austin drifted off to sleep, the familiar comfort of his bedroom faded away. He found himself in a stunning house with rich red walls adorned with intricate gold trimming. The atmosphere was both regal and inviting, and as he wandered through the space, he felt an inexplicable pull guiding him forward.

“Straight ahead,” a deep male voice echoed through the hall, resonating with authority and warmth.

Curiosity piqued, Austin stepped forward, the voice growing closer with each stride. Suddenly, he entered a lavish room where the air felt electric. There, standing near a striking red velvet couch, was someone he had never expected to see: Elvis Presley himself.

Austin’s breath caught in his throat, and he stood frozen, taken aback by the sight of the King of Rock and Roll. Elvis wore his iconic American Trilogy jumpsuit, the fabric shimmering under the soft light, and a golden cross hung around his neck. His warm, friendly smile was disarming, and Austin felt a mixture of awe and disbelief.

“Come here, son. Let’s talk,” Elvis said, gesturing for him to approach.

Austin hesitated for a moment, then took a few tentative steps forward, still trying to process the surreal situation. “Mr. Presley,” he finally managed to say, his voice trembling slightly. “I can’t believe it’s really you.”

Elvis chuckled softly, a twinkle in his eye. “Believe it, Austin. I’ve been watching you, and I wanted to have a word. You’re doing something special with my daughter’s story.”

Austin felt a rush of emotions—honor, excitement, and a hint of nervousness. “I’m trying to honor her legacy in the best way possible. She meant so much to so many people.”

“I know she did,” Elvis replied, his tone turning serious. “Lisa was a beautiful soul, full of light and love. But she had her battles, just like any of us. It’s important that you show all sides of her—her strength, her humor, and her heart.”

Austin nodded, feeling the weight of Elvis’s words. “I want to capture her essence, the way she really was. I’ve been talking with Riley about it, and she’s shared some incredible stories.”

“Good,” Elvis said, a proud smile spreading across his face. “Riley knows her mother well. Make sure you listen to her. And don’t forget to include the music. Lisa had a gift, just like you and me. It’s in her blood.”

Austin felt a surge of inspiration. “I want to showcase her talent as a songwriter too. She had so much to say, and her voice deserves to be heard.”

Elvis stepped closer, his gaze intense yet kind. “You’ve got the passion, son. Just remember to approach it with love and respect. Show the world the real Lisa—the fierce mama bear, the artist, the woman who brought joy to others. That’s how you’ll honor her.”

Austin felt a sense of purpose wash over him. “I promise I will. Thank you for believing in me.”

Elvis’s smile widened, and he placed a reassuring hand on Austin’s shoulder. “You’re gonna do great things, Austin. Just keep that heart of yours open, and let the music guide you.”

As Austin soaked in the moment, the room began to shimmer, the edges of his vision blurring. He felt a gentle pull, as if the world around him was shifting again.

“Remember, son,” Elvis’s voice echoed as the scene faded, “keep her spirit alive.”

With that, Austin was pulled back into the warmth of his bed, awakening with a start. The dream felt so real, and he could still feel the weight of Elvis’s hand on his shoulder. Heart racing, he glanced at Lucy, who was still peacefully asleep beside him.