Faded Love! [Elvis Presley]

Chapter 14

I was so excited to be attending this benefit concert alongside Elvis. I knew I might be put in the press walking in with him. But that was alright. I would be proud to be seen with Elvis. Elvis had no longer been bringing up the dream to me after the fish talk.

He also had been excited that he fit back into his jewel studded American eagle suit tonight for the big concert. Before he had been worried, he was going to have to take the suit to his tailor and get it altered or have to get a new one created all together.

But thankfully he had slimmed down. And he could fit back into his suit. He comes walking down the stairs in his outfit. He took my very breath away when I finally got a glimpse of him wearing it so close up.

Wow!! He had the light causing the jewels to sparkle as he walked down the staircase. I had dressed up, but I felt underdressed being around him. Just amazing.

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"Wow" I tell Elvis. "You look fantastic!" I praise him.

He grins looking pleased. "Are you sure about that? Or do I look to fat in this?" he mutters as he tugs at his sides with his hands.

"No no you look wonderful in that! I always loved that suit on you! I love them all!" I promise him.

"What one was your favorite?" he asks me.

"Huh?"

"What suit is your favorite one?" he asks me.

"Oh, that would have to be the gold one you wore back when you began to sing. I loved that one on you! IT was amazing!" I tell him. "I never saw a gold suit before in my life"

He grins. "Glad you like it! You look pretty fantastic yourself tonight nurse lady" he jokes.

"Not really. I borrowed this dress from a friend" I admit to him.

It was my roommates' old dress. I forgot to return it to her. Her dress was a slinky pale peach color. It cut down in the front a little to show cleavage. And my legs showed off.

I wore creamy peach high heels with a white pearl necklace resting around my neckline. The necklace had belonged to my nana. It meant a lot to me. I did not own many fancy necklaces. So, this would do for this occasion. For now.

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"Peach is truly a lovely color on you" he points out to me.

I am blushing a little. He was checking me out. My long legs. Not my dress. But it was nice he said something. "Thanks Elvis" I gratefully tell him.

"The limo arrived to pick us up. We better get going on our way to Nashville" he says to me.

"Your dad is not going?" I wonder.

He shakes his head. "He wanted to stay home. Dee was not feeling well" he mutters as we head out the door.

"Dee?" I ask.

"She is my stepmother" he sighs.

"Oh, I take it you do not care for her?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Can't stand the woman. She had been trying to get with me. Then she snagged my father. She is a money hungry b***h" he mutters under her breath.

"No one could ever take the place of your mother. But are you sure she is?" I ask.

He nods. "Sure, I am sure" he sighs. "Let's not talk about Dee. It will ruin my night" he tells me.

We get in the limo when the limo driver opens the door for us to get inside. I felt elegant being inside a limo with Elvis. I try not to sit so close to my boss. But the seats caused me to slide around in there. And I could feel the heat radiate off his leg to mine. It made me squirm and cause my panties to get a little wet between my legs. I try my best to ignore the urges in me.

"Want something to drink?" he offers.

"But will you get charged for it?" I worry.

"So, what if I do? Live a little" he chuckles.

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He goes to break open a bottle of champagne.

"Oh, white wine please? Or grape?" I request a flavor.

He pours me a glass. He hands me one. I take a sip. I was not a drinker. But I have had champagne at weddings and other events in my past. I would help myself to a drink on occasion. Elvis takes a dink of his. He makes a face then slugs down the rest. I take a sip of mine.

"I never have been much of a drinker. I do not care for the stuff. But I wanted to celebrate tonight" he says to me. "It is my comeback concert" he jokes.

"I do not really drink either" I admit with a chuckle as champagne bubbles manage to float up my nose.

"Something we both have in common" he laughs.

I nod. "My father used to drink It caused many issues in my family. I do not care to drink" I mutter softly.

"Same. My father used to be a drinker. He is not much of one now. But I do not care for it" he sighs. "We have a lot in common" he says to me thoughtfully.

I nod. "We sure do" I smile back at him.

We soon arrive in Nashville. There was not too much traffic. We arrive where Elvis was going to perform at. Elvis gives me instructions to what to expect when I sat down in the front row. I could also be backstage with him if I preferred.

I told him it was going to be fine if I sat in the front row. I always wanted to sit in the front at his shows. Any of his shows. I remembered back in high school many of my friends attended his show. And I could not afford to go to one.

They would go to school the week after that. Bragging about how amazing Elvis was. I was so jealous of them going to see him live. I was dying inside to see him live. At Christmas all I requested was to get Elvis posters for my bedroom wall or to get Elvis records. My family would all pitch in and buy me an Elvis record.

That was all we could afford. Was one at a time. Slowly over the years my collection grew. I still have it. And I have an Elvis scrapbook. My friend Janice and I used to host an Elvis Fanclub back during high school. It was fun. I would get to listen to the newer records my friends all had. And they would share the latest Elvis news with me from the new magazines off the racks.

Now here I was sitting in the front row. A guest of Elvis Presley's. My inner teenage girl could hardly believe it. I was so giddy with joy inside. He really made my dream come true. Guards were standing on watch near the stage.

I wondered if girls tried to climb on the stage to get to Elvis. Excitement flowed through the air. Circulating about. The place was packed. There were huge March Of Dimes signs all over the place of older photos of Elvis with kids who had been sick. Kids he helped. He was so amazing.

He truly was something.

They come wheeling a young boy over to where I was sitting in the VIP area. A woman and man sit down with the little boy in the wheelchair. The mother looks over at me curiously and smiles. We all sit down waiting for the show to begin. Not knowing what to expect. Some must know. But I sure did not. I cross my legs as I try to ignore the excitement jitters in my body.

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"So, after Elvis comes out to do an opening number then they will announce about March Of Dimes. And they will want little Bobby to be wheeled on stage" I see a worker explaining to the little boy. "He will hand Elvis this plack for all the work he did to raise money for the event. He will get to meet Bobby and they will get a photo together" the lady explains.

"This means the world to Bobby! He is Elvis biggest fan! They flew us all the way over from Kentucky to be here!" the woman cries joyfully.

"We are so happy you made it out here" the lady is telling the family. "Enjoy the show" she tells them before wandering away.

"How do you know Mr. Presley?" a small voice questions me.

I look to see the little boy in the wheelchair was talking to me.

"Me? Oh, I am his friend. His nurse. His personal nurse. He asked me to attend the show" I explain to the little boy.

He looks worried. "Is Mr. Presley ill? He has not been doing shows in awhile?" worries the little boy.

"Oh no. Mr. Presley is not ill sweetheart. He wanted me to accompany him, so he had someone to be here for him. This is my first Elvis concert" I explain hoping the boy would not worry over Elvis.

"You have the best job in the world to work with Mr. Presley" the boy tells me. "he is so generous"

"He truly is a wonderful man. He helped my Bobby get the surgery he needed. And many others" the mother explains to me.

"He is a wonderful man" I sigh with agreement. Elvis really was.

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Soon the lights flash on then off. Everyone clambers to get in their seats. The band begins to play. People cheer and whistle. The show begins. Elvis comes on the stage. He begins to belt out Cece Rider. Everyone is standing. The lights are now on. The lights flash on stage. Woman are behind him singing. A live band is on stage. After the song is over everyone is cheering.

Some woman next to me shimmies off her underwear then tosses it on the stage for Elvis. So gross. He ignores it and waves to everyone. Waiting for the cheering to die down. Then be begins to speak about the Mach Of Dimes. They wheel Bobby and his family on the stage.

Bobby speaks into the mic. He and Elvis sing America's song. Elvis shows his jeweled eagle on his back after the song ends. Everyone is cheering for them both. Elvis and Bobby are presented for a check to give to the Nashville Children's Hospital. From March Of Dimes. Bobby is gifted a signed guitar from Elvis himself. Photos are snapped of the two of them together.

Soon after Bobby is wheeled away, they begin the show. Elvis sings many great hits. Like Blue Hawaii, to Sweet Caroline, Blue Moon Of Kentucky, and many more. Elvis's coworker the lady whom was helping Bobby comes over to the ladies. She was whispering something to them all. They begin to clamber over to the stage waiting in line for something.

"If you would like a scarf and a kiss from Elvis only the women in the front row can. Go on up dear" the woman orders me.

I am blushing. "Oh no. No thanks. I work for Elvis. Kissing my boss, no" I laugh nervously.

"You will be the only woman from this row not getting a kiss" she points out.

I look to see I was the only woman left in the front row.

Shit!

"Fine" I sigh. "I can get a scarf. But he does not have to kiss me" I giggle.

She leads me to where the line waits. Elvis was singing "Love Me Tender" he began to lean down passing out scarfs to the women. Kissing each one in line. One woman passes out after he kisses her. The coworker helps her nearby.

I am soon inching closer to Elvis. He better not kiss me. I swear! My I soon am right in front of Elvis. He looks surprised to see me there. Then pleased. He smirks. He takes a scarf from his neck. He places it around mine. Then he leans down.

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"Oh no. You do not have to kiss me" I whisper to him.

He ignores me. He snatches the scarf around my neck. Stopping me from moving away from him. He leans closer to me. Our lips meet. My eyes are open wide with surprise. Then my eyes close as his lips linger on mine. Everyone is cheering and laughing. His lips feel so warm over mine. So good. He was an excellent kisser. Soon our kiss ends. I am blushing. I rush back to my seat.

It was nothing to worry over. He kissed loads of woman that same night.

It meant nothing....

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