The Party

The year is 1965 there is a young man named Elvis Presley. He is 19 years old and he loves to party night and day, all day long. His father always says: "Go outside and play with other children, just like a normal child," But Elvis just shout: "I am 19 years old father!" Elvis has always loved music since he don´t like sports he has played on his old Gibson guitar, which he got from his father. Elvis birthday is soon, and he welcomes real, because he intends to hold a huge party for all his friends at his school. Elvis goes to law school, it´s not very exciting, so he dropped out. Elvis dreams of becoming a musician, and stand on the familiar scenes when he grows up. Elvis didn’t think about his father and mother doesn’t have that much money, yet he asks if he can play on the street, which was only 400 meters from his house: “Yes here’s 10 bucks Elvis lives in a small house, which his father himself has built. It is old, but they can´t afford otherwise. Elvis listen much to the Beatles, he has a CD of the Beatles album called Abby Road. Today Elvis perform in the street, he intends to play songs from his CD. On the way down the street he becomes nervous. He walks into his favorite store and looks around, he sees a beautiful hat, he buys it for the money his mother and father gave him. He's looking for the place that looks best. He´s looking around for a long time, he thinks about how many people there´s walking down the street, there are quite many. Elvis stands at the place he thinks is best. He's thinking a little more than if people now loved it or hated what he played. He looks around and across the street, he sees a music store and sees that there is a giant poster of Abby Road, and people standing and looking at it. He pulls himself together and start playing. Almost no one is looking, he thinks he suck, he does his best and close he´s eyes and think positively. Before he knows it there´s lots of people standing and watching him play. Audience grows and grows. When he has finished his first song, everyone is clapping. Suddenly people start throwing money in, he immediately takes his hat, so the people can put the money in there around, he gets a lot of money. More than he expected, he knew it now, he knew he belonged in the music business. He comes home after 1 hour, he showed the money to his mother and father and they were so happy, he thought of taking the money himself, but he gave them to his mother and father and asked them to buy something paper because he wanted to write his own song, so they did. Hour after hour he wrote on his song. He awoke in the living room because his mother woke him up, he looked at the papers and looked as he had written his first song. People were crazy about him the last time so now that hopefully also will happen. Elvis sweeps down the street happy and is conscious. He stood in the same place as last time, because it all went so well. He lays his hat a little ahead of him. "Now it must be done" he thought. He strokes his fingers over the strings and hesitates a little. Finally, he gathered enough courage to play. He sings so good he can. He almost peed he´s pants. He closes his eyes and think as positively as he can. He opens his eyes and see that hundreds of people clapping and dancing with. When he finished, people throw money into. A man greets him and says: "Hi my name john, and I want to be your producer?". "Yes, yes, thanks" says Elvis. "Here's my card, call me." Thank you Elvis says, and smiles. On the way home he goes to a phone booth and dials the number he got from the man: "Talk to me!" says a man at one end. "Hey says Elvis." "Oh, it's Elvis." "Yes." "Hey you´re a good musician, young man, how long have you been able to play guitar?". "I got my guitar when I was 14 years for my confirmation, and ever since then I've hardly done anything else." "Sounds interesting, the song you sang, was it your own?". "Yes, yes it was, would still be my producer?" "Yes." "Why?". "In the past I have been desperate for an artist, and I went with my coffee in hand and then saw you." "So, can I have your address?". "Yes, I live at 13 Baker Street, Paddington, London, United Kingdom." "Ok thanks, when should we meet?". "Just in the morning." "Okay thanks". Elvis was much happier, and also felt quite tough now when he has his own producer. Before he went all the way home he bought a new guitar. He told his mom and dad and they were so happy. Elvis could hardly sleep, but eventually he was so tired that it just happened. Elvis's mother comes in to he´s room and wakes him early because he needs to interview at. 10th He dressed up, and ate breakfast, go´s to the bathroom. He goes well in advance because he did not want to be late for his first job interview. He stops at the right street, the right place, right time. He pressed the button where there was the name John, he hoped that he was home. A distorted voice answers: "Hello?!” “it's Elvis” he answers: "Well, come in." he says. The door opens and he enters. He stops at the correct floor, and knock. Bank bank! The door opens and a man in a suit opens the door "come in, come in," he says. He steps inside the marble floor and looking at the white walls and becomes wildly surprised how nice it is. "How many songs have you done" says John. "I've only made one." "Okay me and my friend has written some songs you should try to see them." "Okay". They go through a long corridor, with platinum and gold records hanging on the walls. Elvis is very nervous as he enters a crowded space with buttons nearly everywhere full of people. John presents Elvis, for the people who sit inside the room. Elvis sits down on a sofa in a corner. Elvis gets some papers of George as saying: "it´s the texts we have written." "They are good says Elvis. "We must try to shoot them," said George. "Yes," said Elvis. It starts they looked at. Hour after hour recording the songs. Eventually Elvis says that he goes home, it's getting late. "Hey you can just sleep here." He did so. The next day he wakes up at the radio plays. Elvis pulls himself together and turns off the radio and just as he was about to go out he hesitated a little, he hurried back to the radio and turned again to the same channel. "HEY, this is my song!". He runs out of room and crying out for George, he comes out of his room and asks "what's wrong?"- "This is my song"- "Yep"- "But how"- "I laid it out on the so-called internet and people loved it!"- "When?"- "Here in the morning. You're known all over the country "- "is this real" Think he said.- "What time is it?"- "13.30 why?"- "I have to go home"- "Why"- "It’s my birthday today!"- "Well congratulations!"- "Oh no"Elvis hear a lot of screaming outside so he ran to the window and pulls the curtains aside, "It's your fans." "How shall I come home?". "I'll manage," he said and smiled at Elvis. They go through a second corridor with pictures on the walls: "Where are we going?" Asked Elvis. "Were taking the back door," said George. There going down a round staircase that leads directly to a limousine. It´s the first time Elvis sees a limousine, and he even sits in it. "Where do you live?" Asks the driver. "Right down the street and then turn right in 100 meters and then the little house on the right." "Okay." He runs into the house as fast as he can. When he enters he immediately embraced by his mother and father. Congratulations they said. "It's the best songs we've ever heard," said his mother and father. Thank you very much it was really hard but I must keep a good party "ask Elvis. "No". "Why?!". "That we cannot afford to" his mother said. "Wait," says Elvis. He runs out to the limo and asks: "Can I borrow some money for a party?". "Yes, of course, how rich you have done me soo" said john. Elvis slams the door in the run up to her parents and says: "I can borrow money from George." "Well then you then like to throw a party". he invited all sorts of people and John´s friends. It was the best party in the whole world and Elvis talked with The Beatles. End!!!!