💔 Nothing can stop Elvis, part one 💔

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Los Angeles, California, 1964.

Patricia Lange closed the front door behind her, holding a paper shopping bag in one hand. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and sighed slightly.

She was glad she was already home. Today she had a quick shoot for some sports magazine advertising pink caddilacs. The manufacturer of the brand assured that these cars are currently the favorite toy of celebrities and having its will make you feel the king of your own life.

Patti smiled involuntarily at the slogan. She kicked off her high heels and went into the small kitchen, where she placed a paper bag on the wooden table.

The rich and famous were obsessed with expensive cars, and if one was fashionable, they ran straight to car dealerships. Now there was a silly fashion for pink caddilacs.

In fact, these cars were a terrible kitsch. Maybe someone like Liberace would like it, the guy loved kitschy after all. But since Marlon Brando bought a car in that color, then ... well ...

Patti went to the window and opened it. Fresh air blew in, eliminating the stuffiness. The woman was looking at the street where an old lady was walking her schnauzer while the two children were eating ice cream.

Patti was glad to get the contract because it hadn't been so good lately. There were plenty of beautiful and young girls in Hollywood, and she managed to exist somehow. Somehow, because her ground as a model was still uncertain. The fact that she had to pay for rent and day-to-day needs was due to Amber, her friend and privately cousin of Nancy Sinatra. Yes, Nancy was responsible for the engagements Patricia got. If it weren't for the influential Nancy, Miss Lange would probably earn a living by working as a waitress or cleaning offices.

Nancy was fine, though Patti had the impression that Nancy saw her as inferior. Or was Patti oversensitive?

Patricia started taking out her groceries as she thought. Her life has changed so drastically in the last seven years. First, she lost her sister and brother-in-law, whom she did not get to know well, and then her parents. Another loss in a goddamn car accident.

This kind of death haunts me. Who knows, maybe I will also die tragically? Maybe it won't necessarily be a car accident?

From that moment on, Patti was alone, and she had to deal with it. At first, she was helped by her aunt, her mother's only sister, but Patti finally decided that the best way to go out with your family is in the photo.

After Dixie's death, Patti and her parents moved to California, leaving their former lives behind. But Patti still missed her native Memphis. She had friends there, a grandmother. There was also someone else.

Patti had watched Elvis' career progress over the years and was not surprised that he was so successful. He always had talent, he was persistent and his dreams came true. Patti was glad he had made it, and wished him the best. The newspapers reported that Elvis had finally found love.

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