Their Latest Flames.: E.P. Fan Fiction.

Chapter Two: Nora's Point of View.

                                                  1961 at the Levitt Shell in Overton Park, Memphis.

"Come on girls you got 10 minutes to get changed and get out there hurry up!" Our manager called from outside the dressing room sounding very upset.

"Would you hush your face were changing Norman!" I yelled back to him while smiling..

"I told you not to call me Norman! I said to call me Mr. Peters!" He hollered back.

I smiled at Sivle and went in the closet and got out her outfit. I pulled out a blue one shoulder shirt dress that hung loose at the bottom. With a pair of blue suede gilly shoes. It was a cute outfit. She puffed her hair and curled it at the bottom. She was looking great. 

I was wearing a pink shift dress that hung  loose at the bottom like Sivles did. I put on a pair of leather pumps with a chunky heel. They were blue with a bow and black polka dots on them. I combed my bangs to one side of my face and I made the bottom of my hair fly loose. I put a little dark eyeliner above my eye and the rest to my eyebrow was a soft blue.

Sivle did the same but only with pink. She smiled and walked out of the room. It was time to go on. She went out after me. I look around at the crowd and smiled. I saw some familiar faces. Like our cousins and our manager that was now biting his fingernails off. 

"What are we gonna do first Sivle?" I smiled and sat at my piano.

"Music something easy and slow and sweet". she looked at me.

"Monster mash!" I sang and played the piano.

"What the hell are you doin'?" She shook her head.

"Crying in the rain" I laughed softly.

"What are you talking about?" She widened her eyes as the crowd laughed

"Return to sender" I stood up and pointed to my piano.

"When?"She laughed.

"Shout! Shout'!" I fell on the floor.

"Right now!?" She put her head down.

"Love me tender!" I shouted while standing up and fixing my dress.

"Where are you going with this dang it!?" she smiled.

"House of the rising sun!" I cooed softly. My eyes trailed to the audience who were all giggling and laughing loudly. I was enjoying this as much as they were. Nora was always the clown.

"You've lost that lovin' feeling!" She hollered, pointing an accusing finger as she jumped from her seat.

I raised from my piano bench and stared at Sivle in disbelief, "Don't hang up, Break it to me gently!"

She was finding it hard to control her laughter I could tell but I did, "I need somebody to love!" she said, her voice softening but they could still hear us.

I took my seat again and Sivle followed in cue. We turned to the audience, "We hope you enjoyed that little bit." I said playfully.

My eyes fell on my piano and I said softly, "Let's start with Norman." Sivle nodded in agreement and in that moment we went off singing. Our voices were soft but the harmony was OK.

My eyes Jumped across the crowd as I sang, my thoughts traveled back to the club two years earlier. Those soldiers were watching us, their faces so gentle even with the long shadows casted over them from the candle light. The tall man I now remembered to be named Elvis was watching me his chin in his hand.

The tall man I knew as Elvis was looking back at me from a corner in the back. His smile was melting me. Beside him sat Charlie from that night with a smile on his face. The Irishman was no where in sight. I sighed, and he smiled. My eyes traveled to Sivle who had caught sight of the men as well. She smiled and we could hardly wait for our 10 song set list to be over.