Ricky was working on the stage. I was backstage with Elvis. To work on Ricky's birthday gift. I had picked out a song to sing to my Ricky. His song "I Will Follow You!" I loved that song. The way he sang it was timeless.
And beautiful. It made me melt when I heard him croon it. I only hoped I did not mess the song up and make a fool out of myself. In front of Ricky and on live tv.
I tap my foot as Elvis plays the tune for me on a piano in the back room. I was sweating. Hoping Ricky did not find me. Or hear me singing. And then this would all be ruined.
I would have nothing to give to him on his birthday like I wanted to. We had to rush practice. And be sneaky about things. Ricky already did not like for me to be hanging around Elvis without him.
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"Alright pout your lips more an
