Just a bunch of imagines about the King, Elvis Presley. I have read another compilation of imagines and that inspired me to write one too. Thanks to @applehead7122009 for the inspiration. Let me know how you like it!
|| Elvis is not famous in this story! Also, I will try and make a perfect description about someone. Comment on that bit with who you think he/she is! ||
New York, 1966.
You and your boyfriend are getting ready for your next musical, which is called Frankie and Johnny. Your boyfriend plays Johnny, obviously. This might be the key to your future: Broadway! But, in the meantime, you have to perform a few stage plays, as well as some songs. "Ready to go on stage, baby?" Your man asks, making you look at him while pulling up your stockings. "Yes, Elvis. As ready as I'll ever be." You reply, smiling gently before watching him and his bright yellow jumper walk out of your changing room.
You soon follow him out, seeing him touch every little lucky charm he can get. "Honey, everything's gonna be just fine." You say, rubbing his shoulder. "Yes, darl', I know. But what if the stage light falls on my head and knocks me dead?" He asks you. You giggle and shake your head, getting on the stage before him while the curtain is still down. He walks in, in front of it, as soon as the music starts.
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You can hear him singing the beginning of the song, he sings so gracefully. His voice is soothing, even if the topic of the song is quite odd: just a random stranger falling in love with the gardener's daughter. Then, the curtain opens, revealing you. You are watering the paper flowers, softly shaking your body along with the music. You duet with him, smiling brightly to the public, but also to him. You love him even more than you can even imagine.
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He grabs you from behind while singing as you both swing your hips together. He feels so soft and warm, you'd get snuggled up to him even if you two were living on the sun. He then releases you to let you go water the flowers again. He does his solo, then it's your turn.
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