Project Backwards; Chapter Thirteen

A Chapter by Michael Stevens

Chapter Thirteen:

Sense once again found it’s way through the by-now familiar fog in the brain of Steve Weaver. He found himself in a rickety old gymnasium, watching a skinny youth gyrate his way across the stage. Elvis Presley! Glancing around him at the crowd, he noticed they didn’t know what to make of this totally-unique form of music they were hearing. No, not rock and roll, which was different and new enough, no, what Steve heard bludgeoning people’s skulls in, was out-and-out heavy metal music, years before it would become acceptable. He noticed one last pair of dancers slink off the dance floor, hands to their ears like everybody else, glancing over their shoulders as they walked. Elvis was screaming,

“Give me your blood, ahhhh!”

Several of the parents were looking daggers at Elvis, as they were used to ‘Three Coins in the Fountain”, but were listening to “Three Severed Heads on Pikes!”, instead. The booing started, and grew in volume, until Elvis sprinted off stage.

Steve found his way to Elvis’s dressing room, and found a down-looking Elvis Presley sitting dejectedly in front of his open locker. He glanced up at Steve, saying,

“I know, I know, too loud.”

“Well, I for one enjoyed it.”

“I’m trying to perform a new kind of music that I guess people aren’t ready for.”

“I know; it’s called heavy metal, and believe me, some day it will be popular; it’s just too much of a change from big band. People are just shocked; they need a little time.”

“Yeah, man, that’s what the coronel told me; say man, what did you call it?”

“Heavy Metal.”

“Heavy metal? Man, I dig it!”

“Perhaps you should start out a little more gradually?”

“Well, the record company I just signed with, Sun, wants me to record a song called

“That’s Alright Mama” for my first single, but I’ve written a song called “Claw Hammer Attack” that I think is kind of catchy. I’m trying to decide which way to go.”

“If you want my advice, I’d start out with “That’s Alright Mamma” and maybe work up to

“Claw Hammer Attack.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

“Well, Elvis, I think I’ll just walk home; catch you later, and I wish you big success with “That’s Alright Mama”, and I’ll be looking forward to hearing “Claw Hammer Attack sometime in the future.” Steve said, like a cold day in Hell!

“Sure thing, Steve, and if you’re ever in Tupelo, Mississippi, look me up,” answered The Future King of Rock and Roll.

Steve walked into the night, away from the gymnasium, and shouted, “Get me out of here!” and then he saw nothing.

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A heavy metal Elvis. Really heavy stuff with spikes and long hair? Or leather and ink? Because Volbeat comes to mind when I think "Heavy Metal Elvis".