Rags or Riches- Elvis Presley Fanfiction (Discontinued)

Convincing

"What about my singing?" Elvis had stepped out into the hallway to talk to Sam without the worry of waking up Tilly while she rested

"Marion thinks you're a great ballad singer but I'm not so convinced. I don't know if you have the kind of talent we're looking for but if you'd like another chance to prove yourself then swing by the studio whenever you're free." Sam could see the young man was getting nervous at the very idea of singing for him again

"I'll think about it, Mr. Phillips. I'm busy with my job and my family." Elvis said

"Call me, Sam. If you ever change your mind don't hesitate to stop in." He patted E on the back before heading down the long dreary hallway to the lobby, the conflicted teen watching him leave

Elvis stayed for another three hours at the hospital before heading home, Gladys standing up from where she had been sitting on the couch at seeing her son come through the front door. "How's she doing, Boo?"

"A little better but they're still keeping her for treatment." He shrugged

"Me and your father were talking and we're thinking of working double shifts at work to help pay for Tilly's hospital bills." She stood up from the couch and followed him to the kitchen where he browsed through the contents of the refrigerator

"Actually, Mr. Phillips stopped by and he paid for her hospital bills in advance. He even asked me to stop by Sun Records again for another recording session." He said while picking up a bottle of Pepsi and closing the refrigerator

"That's very kind of him to do that." She was surprised that this stranger would do a good deed such as that

"It is, I just don't know if I should go sing for them again." Elvis popped the cap off and took a swig of the delicious fizzy drink

"All I can say is to enjoy it while you can, especially with how hard you push yourself at work. It doesn't hurt to let loose and have fun once in awhile."

"I don't have the time to have fun anymore, mama."

"Yes you do. You're just choosing not to."

There was no arguing when it came to his mother's stubbornness, much like his own at times, so he went to Sun Records on his next off day, surprised to see two men in the recording studio. They looked to be a little older than Elvis but were kind nonetheless when Sam introduced the men to each other. Scotty Moore and Bill Black. They talked about which song to sing that they all knew, deciding on Baby Let's Play House

Elvis took a deep breath before nodding at Bill and Scotty to give them their cues as he strummed his acoustic guitar, his nerves getting the best of him as he had to do a few retakes when Sam's voice came over the speaker. "That's quite enough. I've heard plenty. Thank you for stopping by Elvis."

Rejection. He had grown used to it but it still hurt badly. As he turned to leave, Scotty stopped him. "Hey don't let him discourage you. Stick around and jam with me and Bill, let loose."

"Do you know That's All Right?"

"Sure do! Let's give it a go!"

They goofed around and had a ball as they all sang That's All Right, the worry from earlier practically fading away from Elvis with each passing minute. The trio was unaware that Sam was still in the sound booth and listening in, intrigued by this different side of Elvis

"Let's start from the top fellas. I want it to be just like that." His voice came through the speaker unexpectedly

Catching their attention, they got into position before Elvis pushed aside his nerves for once as he sang into the microphone planted firmly on the worn out tile floor just a few feet away from the glass window of the sound booth, Scotty and Bill backing him up with guitar and bass if needed. Little did the young adult from Tupelo know that this recording session would change his life