Elvis and I walk hand in hand up his driveway.
Im nervous. Come on Maddi pull yourself together.
I look at his face and feel even worse.
"Are you alright?" He questions
"Just nervous" I smile
"Nervous? Don't be" he squeezes my hand to reassure me.
After we had wrapped up last night he asked to meet his parents. I'm kind of curious to meet his parents.
His house is only small but kept very tidy.
All the lawn is freshly cut and weeds picked.
I try to let go of his Hand just incase they won't like that but he Won't Loosen his grip.
"Ma, Pap. I'm home" Elvis yells when we ended the house.
I look around and were in a small kitchen with a tiny wooden table and 4 chairs. I suddenly feel really.. Bad?
"It's not much but it's home"
And appearing out the doorway a man and woman stand. God he's the image of both.
"Mrs Presley Mr Presley. It's a pleasure to meet you" I smile.
Elvis finally lets go of my hand.
I give Mrs Presley and hug and Mr Presley a hand shake.
"My dear the pleasure is ours. Elvis has talked a lot about you" I smile and see Elvis Blush.
"Anyway we better get practising" Elvis grabs my hand again. And leads me up a small flight of stairs.
He opens a door and were in a light blue room. With a small double bed a set of draws and 2 guitars leaning against a wall.
"take a seat" I walk over to the bed and sit legs folded.
"Your parents are lovely people" I smile
He smiles back and grabs a folder from his draws and one of the guitars.
"There not bad" he jokes
"I was thinking maybe we could write a song together" Elvis hands me the folder and sits opposite me.
The folder is bent and dirty.
"Have you been writing for long?"
I open the folder and 2 pens fall out with over 40 sheets of paper.
"Not really. I don't actually finish every song I start"
I flick through the pages when a certain title stands out to me.
"Well hopefully we can finish this one"
I show him the paper with the title.
Jailhouse Rock.
"I gave up on that one awhile ago" he mumbles
"No come on its coming together" I smile
Elvis sits next to me as I read out the first few verses he has written down.
"The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail"
"What about this"
I take a pen that had fallen on the bed and scribble down some lyrics. Threw out the morning we sit opposite each other on the bed. Elvis with the guitar trying to find cords that suit. And me. Writing down Lyrics we come up with.
"The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing
You should've heard them knocked out jailbirds sing
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock"
