Elvis Night at Andy's

writing prompt/journaling (in third person )

author's mother's Elvis statue

It was just another ordinary morning as she made breakfast for her brother. Something she's done over a thousand times since he came to live with her. A task she does on co-pilot and under five minutes as she multi tasks while listening to this week's “Song from the Jukebox” prompt.

“Elvis Night at Andy’s” is track #6 on Chip Martini’s debut album, No Band Required. Written, produced, and performed by Good Boy Records.

Somewhere in-between flipping his eggs and buttering the toast her eyes began to well up with tears. A wave of emotion and memories flashed within her mind. The song finished as she plated his eggs and brought it to him in his room.

When she returned to the kitchen to retrieve her phone, she hit play again and went to the porch to sit and take the song in fully.

Her mind slipped into the past as she sat there replaying the song over and over again. Memories that were buried deep in the crevasses of her mind played like old films, projected in the blankness of her stare. She lingered in them as time stood still.

Pat, her mother, swaying to the music of the old pioneer as she played “Can't Help Falling in Love with You”, lost within her own memories of the early years of her marriage. For he was always on her mind, and she would sing along (albeit out of tune).

If her mom was lucky that her dad was in a playful mood she'd play “Love Me Tender” and goad him into singing.

“Common Joe”, she'd say as the song begun.

He'd feign the want to join in, yet before the second verse his voice began to rise.

“Love me tender… love me true… all my dreams fulfill… for my darling I love you… and I always will”

She hung in that memory and the sound of her father's voice. Rich and deep blending harmonically with Elvis's. A time before cancer took the sound from his vocal cords. Tears flowed from her closed eyes and now streamed down her cheek.

The memory of playfulness between her parents was one she swore was non-existent. Now, older than her parents were in her memory, she sees her life through different lenses.

By the time the final “and my darling I love you” finished, her dad had her mom in his arms. In her mind she still sees that moment; a moment within their marriage, where love still lingered.

The next vision in her mind as she hit play on her phone, oh for like the 10th time began.

It was when she was young and trying to imitate the dance moves to “Jailhouse Rock”. She would grab the broom and wiggle her hips back and forth, pretending to command the stage.

Then her memory of Elvis Presly's passing and the day her mother handed her a gift. It was a memorial necklace in “The Kings” honor.

replica picture (internet)

She is not sure if the necklace still exists in her vintage jewelry collection or it has been lost to history many moons ago.

What she does know for sure is that somewhere within an ordinary Tuesday morning she was whisked away to - Elvis night at Andy's Bar- and is now savoring the memories of her youth.

Thanks guys, this one hit home. 💞Good Boy Records- That song moved my spirit!

✨Be the Light

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