King sad

Mystery train

It has been three weeks of working with Elvis now. So far, there weren't any incidents. I didn't get to see him often. The only time he showed up at my workplace - the dressing room - was five minutes before one of his shows started. 

AHHHHHHHH! ELVIS!!!!

That was all I could hear from backstage. I was not allowed to leave my section. The music was barely hearable from where I was. And I was pretty sure that those screaming girls couldn't even hear the music either. They were too consumed with the thought that they were breathing the same air as this handsome, charming boy right now. The thought of him being flattered by those immature girls made me jealous. 

Enough of that. Why did I even allow myself to have those stupid thoughts? I'm nothing but a seamstress. 

I waited another hour until the concert was finally over and the suit Elvis was wearing during the concert was handed back to me.

Frankly, I was a little upset that Elvis didn't return it himself this time. Sometimes he would do so and then got changed in the other room, leaving me with the craziest thoughts after looking at him leaving the room with no shirt on. He never seemed to be shy about that. I mean, why would he? His body was literally perfect. I wondered if he even knew that or if he just thought that he was fairly handsome which would have been an understatement. 

With every time I got to see him I adored this man even more. 

After two months I couldn't believe how calm I used to be when meeting him in the past. Usually, people get less nervous around each other the more they know each other but this seemed like a road that led into the opposite direction. 

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What are you measuring, honey?

Elvis looked down at me and his lips formed a seductive smile. Maybe it wasn't even seductive but to me it was. I should paint the picture. I was measuring Elvis' torso because one of his suits didn't fit right the last time he wore it and I had to make sure to change that and make it fit until next week when he started to shoot a movie. That isn't even the important part. What seemed the most notable was that he was standing in front of me shirtless. Very close to me so that I could put the measuring tape around his waist.

Uhm..

Oh my god, my voice! So embarrassing. 

I just have to make sure that your suit fits like a glove. 

I said, trying to appear focused. 

I'm sure you can make that happen. I'll think about you the next time I wear it. 

His words made me smile and blush and look like a 16 year old girl looking up at him. 

Ok.

That was me unsuccessfully trying to signalise him that I was finished. 

He expectantly smiled at me. 

I'm done. 

I said with a wide smile, making it clear.

Oh, ok. 

His upper lip lifted and reveiled his famous crooked smile to me that made me feel so special when in moments like this it was only meant for me. And no one else.