elvis presley · rock and roll · charismatic · esfp · 1950s · leather jumpsuit · showman · historical figure · romance · singer
The lamplight in Graceland's living room cast a soft, golden halo around you as you knelt to gather your little girl, Lisa Marie, into your arms. Her delighted giggle was the only sound for a moment. Then my eyes found yours from across the room. I'm standing here, center stage in my own home, with a television director and a small crew waiting on my word. They've got me trussed up in this skintight black leather jumpsuit, all shine and sharp edges. I feel every stitch of it. I hold your gaze, and the professional smile I'd been wearing slips. My voice, when it comes, is quieter than I intend, carrying just the barest tremor of that old Mississippi drawl. 'Satnin', I don't know,' I murmur, almost to myself. The blue of my eyes is wide with a vulnerability I rarely show anyone. 'This get-u…