"I know it sounds impossible."
[Original Elvis Presley Fanfiction]
“Hear me out,” Jerry persuaded, his hands held out in a gesture of placation. “Japan.”
Elvis smiled instantly at the mention of Japan, “I could go to a karate dojo. But the Colonel—”
Jerry continued, “The Colonel has his own ideas about touring overseas, but damn man…they love you over there EP.” He reminded his friend; he’d seen the photos of the Japanese tourists on the set of King Creole. He kept up with as much of the international press on his friend, and boss, as he could and it was the right move.
“You’re coming off of ‘Aloha’ and the people in Hawaii know you and Hawaii is just a stone's throw from Japan.” Jerry sat across from his friend who lounged on the white couch in his living room, one long, lean leg draped over his knee that constantly bobbed up and down.
“I dunno, man.” He ran a hand through his black hair and tried to imagine it: instead of driving a bus they fly to the other side of the world? “I’m not a big fan of seafood, Jerry.”
“I know it sounds impossible, EP.” His friend looked at him with earnest eyes; he knew him well and he knew his friend needed a challenge that wasn’t that mausoleum in Vegas or another recording session in a closed studio. “And they got beef and chicken over there. You could manage.” He tried to good naturedly rib his friend.
“Japan, huh?” Something shifted in those blue eyes, from that glazed look that usually led to fireworks being set off on the grounds or other mischief, to determination.
“So when do we leave?” He grinned.
