Elvis Presley and his youthful love, Dixie Lange, had a wonderful, beautiful feeling. Unfortunately, due to his own mistakes, Elvis impaired Dixie's trust and the girl broke up with him. Desperate Elvis tried to get her back at all costs, but in vai...
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December, 1954, Memphis, Tennessee.
Dixie Lange took a deep breath and stared at the snow falling outside the window. The cozy room was lit by yellow light, thanks to which the girl could see the reflection of her own face in the glass, as well as the silhouette of a person she no longer wanted to see.
—Dixie — a gentle male voice began to plead. —It can't end like this ...
—But it did — Dixie said firmly and turned to pierce her companion with a cold gaze. — I was aware that it could happen, it was inevitable, but ... — She shook her head, tears shining in her eyes. — But I rejected it. Some naive part of me believed that Elvis, the one I knew before his fame, would still only be faithful to me and be just nice to his female fans. That he would not turn out to be vain and reckless like all young musicians, but I was wrong ...
— Your Elvis is still here. — The young man named Elvis came closer and wanted to take her hand, but she stepped back. — What happened ...
—It opened my eyes — Dixie said. —You didn't remember Theresa and Rochelle,right? Well, that made things easier. I couldn't believe when Theresa told me that her friend once miraculously found herself in one of your boys' hotel room. And what did she see later? My boyfriend, which is you, kissing two very attractive girls.
— It meant nothing — Elvis sounded pitiful. — I only love you, and then ...
— Then what, Elvis? You drank too much or you were in a situation where your friend brought two mascots and you had to take the opportunity since your buddies were going to have a nice time, right? You couldn't be worse, right?
— They were just stupid kisses — Elvis couldn't hold back and cried out. —I didn't cheat on you, I swear.
—I don't believe you — Dixie felt a tear run down her cheek. —I'd like to believe you, as I used to, but I can't. You didn't expect me to be a trick and send two girls to make sure you play two fronts. Yes, Elvis, for a while a guess had been bothering me, but I was throwing it off. Why? Because I knew you and your values, I believed in those beautiful words that you had put into my head for so many years. That love is sacred to you, that it is the most precious thing two people can have. That when you see how adoring your father looks at your mother and vice versa, you want to experience a similar experience yourself. To have a significant other and be aware that there is someone who cares about you besides your parents.
— You know you do, Dixie. You are the most important to me and ...
— Enough.— The girl raised her hand. —Your attempts to explain are ridiculous. Maybe it used to be just me, but it's different now. Look at you - you're Elvis Presley and you already have some fame. And thus the great interest of women, too much for my taste.
—I kissed other girls — Elvis clenched his hand into a fist. — You know it and I must admit that it was not right and ...
— This is a betrayal! — Dixie screamed, and he bit his lip. — Betrayal, do you understand? Maybe another girl would tolerate it, but not me. I started to worry from the moment you started touring more, but as I say, my horrible romantic part of me was pushing out the fact that my boyfriend could put his hands on another woman's body. Touch her like he always touched me ...
