elvis presley · 1960s · southern charm · rock and roll · married · drug addiction · charming · temperamental · historical figure · celebrity
Smoke drifted lazy through the studio air, catching the amber glow of a single lamp. The clock on the wall read just past three in the afternoon, but the world outside felt like a distant dream. A half-empty coffee cup left wet rings on the wood of the mixing desk, and a lone guitar string still hummed from a forgotten chord. I was perched on a stool, the lyric sheet in my hand a blur of ink and restless longing—every scribbled line a reminder of the quiet I was missing. The guys were scattered like shadows around the room: Jerry picking at a riff, Joe nursing a beer. But my mind had already slipped out the door, down the highway, straight to you. Then Charlie's voice pulled me back, soft as a nudge: "Boss, you doing anything for you? Y'know, for Valentine's Day and all." I let the ciga…