Elvis 2065

Chapter 1 - Receiving the Shock of His Life

Pounding throbbed my head, waking me up. The left side of my face against the pillow, I moaned and put a hand to my aching temple. This usually happened when I would wake up after not getting a lot of sleep. That was my own doing. Whenever I play a role, I delve deep into it. With this one, I delved a little too deep so I could get to the very essence of him. I loved him, and I couldn't remember the first time I heard one of his songs or seen one of his movies. Now, I was actually playing him. How amazing and scary that was.

"Ow..." I muttered and sat up, eyes closed, and massaging my head. Finally, I opened my eyes, but instead of a flatscreen TV, I saw one of those old-fashioned box ones from the 50s or 60s. "What...?"

I looked around the room and saw that this was not my hotel suite, and the purple blankets I sat in were not the ones I crawled into last night. My heart started racing, making my headache worse.

"What the heck is goin' on?" I asked the air in my morning voice, groggily, and my body started to fill with alarm, making my heart race. I hopped out of bed and gazed around the room again, and my black bangs fell over my forehead.

This room was a hotel suite, but it sure wasn't mine. Something happened to me the night before. Was I drunk? Did I get high? Was I high?

I gulped hard, frozen on the firm tan carpet that my bare feet stood on. My head pounded, and I covered the whole of my forehead with my right hand, wincing. "Wow, this is the worst headache I've had for a while. A migraine."

Holding my forehead, I walked over to the window on the wall opposite me and across the room. White curtains hung around it. I moved one of them to look outside. What I saw confused me even more...

That wasn't the hotel parking lot of the hotel I was staying in, and all those cars looked like they were from the 60s, just like the TV in the room, and the people down there were wearing attire from that decade as well. I would know what the style was because of my extensive research of the decade. I turned away from the window and gazed around the room. I plowed a hand through my dark hair as I eyed the TV, and my suitcases and laptop were nowhere to be seen.

What about my phone?

I went over to the bed and pulled all the blankets off, and I looked in the drawers to the bedside table, and even in the bathroom, but my phone was nowhere to be seen. My sweats didn't have pockets, so it wasn't in my pants. My head throbbed, and I put a had to it.

"Oh man..." I whined. "I really got drunk last night, didn't I? That explains the headache."

But not the outdated everything around me. I needed to figure this out. But first, I needed to do something about this headache that was starting to make me feel sick. I went back into the bathroom and rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, desperate for any medication. I had been to a few hotels that would give out complementary Ibuprofen. This one wasn't one of them.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. A shower could help clear my head, and what happened could come to me.

After finding some shampoo and soap, I showered. I needed clothes. In a white towel, I went back out into the main room and desperately looked around for my suitcase, but it wasn't anywhere. But there was something in the closet. I pulled out the outfit of black slacks and suit coat.

Did some guy leave this here? I put it up to me. It could fit.

After putting on my boxers, I pulled on the slacks, and to my great surprise, they fit! I kept on my white t-shirt and put the suit coat on over it. It fit, too. That was weird. I went into the bathroom and checked myself out. I didn't look too bad, other than my hair. And... the shirt needed to be tucked in. I did so. Not bad. I styled my wet hair, and after, leaned down and drank some cold water from the tap. That refreshed me and made my head feel a little better. I felt the cold tile floor. I needed shoes. I went to the closet again, and at the bottom where a pair of black shoes, like loafers that Elvis would wear.