Elvis and I end up almost finishing the song before we had to go meet Mr Phillip.
I walk into sun records when I notice two strange men sitting with Mr Phillips in his office. Shit this is it. I start to panic a little. I look around for Jess she can calm me down. But she's no where. Dam it
Elvis raises an eyebrow.
"What's up baby"
"Just I've been waiting for this moment all my life and it's finally here"
Elvis embraces me in a tight hug.
"Come on. Don't wanna keep them waiting"
Elvis takes my hand and smiles at me. His hand is so soft.
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By the end of the day Jess, David, Elvis and I have all signed our papers. We leave tomorrow. And if we do well our lives will never be the same. I stare at the freshly cleaned mic as Elvis talks to Mr Phillips about a few songs he wants to sing. My ears catch David talking to Jess about a few songs they should sing together. I can't believe this is happing.
I stand up and walk out of the largest recording room sun records have and walk into one of the smaller ones. I sit on a table that has a mic attached to it and pull it closer. I reach over for the closest guitar and begin my practise.
"Don't leave me now... Now that I need you... How blue and lonely id be if you say we're through...
Don't break my heart. This heart that loves you. There's just be nothing for me. If you should leave me now. ... What good is dreaming. If I must dream all alone, by myself.... without you darling..... My arms would gather dust like a book on a shelf......"
When I'm finished I take a deep breathe and start to sing again when Elvis walks in.
"You sing real nice you know"
"So do you" I smile
He takes the guitar. And places it back on the stool.
"Come on. It's time to go" he pulls me up and leads me outside.
"Where's David and Jess?" I ask looking around
"They went home"
I yawn as the sky starts to darken.
"We better get you home"
Before I know it I'm standing outside my house.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow" before he can
Walk away I take his hand
"Stay with me tonight" I blurt
"But your parents"
"They hardly come home" I pull him slowly into my door and he lets me.
He closes the door behind him and we go upstairs.
My room is white with posters of ever single singer, dancer and actor.
My double bed sits in the corner with my guitar laying on it. I quickly grab it and put place it on its stand.
"Nice room" he looks around at my posters.
I yawn again and grab my track paints and large shirt.
"I'll be back in a second." I change quickly and I'm surprised when I see Elvis laying on my bed. He's taken his shoes off and untucked his shirt. I Join him and we lay there in silence until I fall asleep.
