elvis

�Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature rising,� Elvis� voice ricochets around Betty�s small room. He stands in front of her, and sings while holding her hand. She swoons, and bats her eyelashes.
     �Oh, darling. You melt my heart,� she sighs, and dances around the room with his scarf in her hand. The scarf is old, and threads dangle dangerously from all corners, but she doesn�t notice. The scarf was thrown into the audience by Elvis, and on every Valentines Day, Betty takes it out of its air-tight bag to remember her love.
     �...It's burning through to my soul,� his voice drifts around the room, causing Betty to dance faster and faster. Her knee knocks into a table, and she pauses.
     �Oh Elvis, dearest. You must be more careful when you lead, I almost fell,� she giggles, and looks at her knee. It�s red, but only slightly sore.
     �Now, divert your eyes. I don�t want you to see my ravishing new dress until I tell you to turn around,� Betty said, and removes her long robe. She stands in front of her full length mirror, and straightens the hem.
     �Ok, I�m ready,� Betty whispers, and turns around. �What do you think?�
     �Girl, girl, girl, you gonna set me on fire,� is his reply, and the last melodic note evaporates into the greedy walls. Betty blushes.
     �Oh, love. I knew you�d like it,� she bursts, and twirls around the room once more. �We really must be getting to dinner soon. We don�t want to be late for our annual Valentines Day dinner, do we?�
     Betty opens the door, and locks it behind her. She walks slowly down the hall, her arm linked in Elvis�.
    �Your kisses lift me higher, like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky,
with burning love,� Elvis� voice rings through the empty corridor, but the perfect silence in that hall was evident to everyone except Betty.
    �Oh, my. You make me blush, sweetie. You know how to talk to a lady,� Betty says, her voice full of admiration. �Now you know why I love you so. Did you receive the letter that I sent you?�
     An old woman with a garbage bag in her hand walks past Betty with a puzzled look on her face.
    �Haven�t you ever seen a woman and man in love?� Betty calls after the woman, and rolls her eyes. �She�s jealous, don�t mind her. She doesn�t appreciate the true meaning of love.�
    �You should be in a mental institution, you old nut!� someone calls from an apartment, and Betty stops walking.
    �In a mental institution? Why? Can�t you accept the fact that Elvis and I are together, or can no one see our love?� Betty yells back, and the person comes to their door. Betty can see that it is a teen male, with wild, angry eyes.
    �Yeah, a mental institution, where you can talk with your dead lover. He�s been dead for over 20 years! Wake up, and realize that you�re talking to thin air,� he says and slams the door in her face.
    �My, what a terribly wrathful young boy. I�m glad you were never like that, Elvis,� Betty says.
    �Please won't you help me, I feel like I'm slipping away. It's hard to breath, and my chest is a-heaving,� Elvis sings to Betty, and she smiles.
    �It�s ok, it�s only love. True love,� Betty declares for everyone to hear. �Come now. We must be off to dinner.�

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