Dear Log,

I was telling you that I have finally founded the popularity that I had always searched and my life was going through the right direction: my fans loved me while my friendship with Eileen was changing in love. I desired her with my whole self and I know that she was the person I’d wanted to be at my side. I and Dixie started to argue more often and were not in agree anymore. I found myself in dreaming, when I can do it due to insomnia, a red-hair beautiful angel told me to follow her and she accompanied me in a beautiful castle. I had comprehended that my life was in her hands.

In 21 November 1955 I encountered for the first time my manager. When Eileen seen him again hugged him and I was honoured to work with a character that had bought to Memphis the one that I wanted to be my fiancée. She had told me very well about him and I trusted her. She had worked as a barker in Holland and he had taught the tricks of the trade over to act like a parent for her.

He was the Colonel Tom Parker and he was both my fortune and my ruin. In the first years he had help me to become the King of Rock n’ Roll, thanks to many tours all around America, and he let my wish to be an actor becoming true, but later I comprehended that I was only a product to be sold to the best bidder. No more and no less.

Three days later my encounter with Parker I officially broke my engage with Dixie. She took it well because she had understood that, since some time, that my heart was caught by the beautiful photographer. I had ended some record sessions and once I got back at home, I decided to call her. Initially I was hesitant and I was scared that she could reject me: my heart hammered in my chest like a crazy horse, I trembled and sweated. The telephone placed on the wall seemed unreachable and after infinite qualms I dial the number.

«Hi, I have ended some records, do you mind if we meet for a dinner? » I asked to her. Her silence felt me worse as ever and, in my thoughts, I was cursing her. After moments that resembled hours, finally she answered affirmatively. Taking again to breathe I informed her about time and place where we would have dinner. Hanging up I exulted. I was over the moon. Since there were a few hours before our meeting, I done a long shower and I prepared myself placing some makeup that enhanced my blue eyes. At 8 p.m. I was in front of her door; she wore a black-longuette dress tight-fitting, with V-shaped wide neckline and three-quarter sleeves, black heels and she had straightened her red hair. She was really breath-taking!

«Leen? Is that you? » I asked. I was not used to see her dressed like a woman, moreover with heels, she answered with her tongue out all goes as usual. I smiled at her as my usual and I took her hand to bought her to my Cadillac. During the trip we talked for a long and, once we got to destination, in the town centre, we drop down. The restaurant where I had placed a reservation under fake name to not get discovered by fans was an incredible building: at the outside there was a long transparent glass while inside there are many couches and from a jukebox comes out some track of success of that time.

We took place and started to see the succulent dishes proposed by the restaurant: I took my peanut-butter sandwich with bacon, little sliced banana with french-fries while she took a simply one. Between one bite and another we talked but inside of me my bowels fought because of anxiety that pervaded me. She maybe had already understood that something was off in me even if hoped the opposite. I was anxious and sweated.

«Eileen, I know you for six years and only recently we had the possibility to deepen our friendship. When I was forced to transfer I hadn’t the possibility to make other bonds and Dixie gave me a huge hand. She was a beautiful and friendly girl. We were very much bonded but after my shows, standing together with you, I had understood that bond wasn’t strong like once. We argued for too much and so we broke. All of this to tell that I like you. I think that no other girl could take your place in my heart, Eileen. » Her eyes widened by shock and I feared that she would reject me forever. She stood up and gone outside the restaurant. I reached her later seeing her walking front and back on the sidewalk as she wanted to sunk inside the ground with her hands on her face. That was a tender scene! I took her hand and she was scared. I asked to her some explanations.

«Elvis, you are a friend and nothing more. You are the brother that I never had, I cannot…» I stopped that infinite river of words with no sense approaching my lips to hers. They were delicate and soften as I always dreamt. In a brief moment all the world vanished. I could hear her heart pounding faster on my chest and the passion wrap us like a warm blanket. Our tongues danced a sweet dance that they only knew. I lift her up on the engine hood and dug my fingers in her silky hair, feeling the passion becoming ever more impetuous like wiping tide that dragged all what it found in its way. Only the need of oxygen forced us to separate. We looked each other more confused about what happened. I bought her back at home and in the Cadillac, there was only the noise of our tangled thoughts.

The next day we engaged officially even if, a year later, another woman was able to enchant me. She was Priscilla Beaulieu.