EPiC, 28/2/26
OH GOD. I am so thrilled about it, every moment and atom of it, every colour, I'm going to see it again this week. It made me want to scream and clap and it's just so gorgeous, and I can't believe the advertising for it is black, when the whole GLORY of it is the colour, and the richness, and how fucking amazing it is. How beautiful he is. Purely beautiful. Ridiculous. Seeing how happy he was, the rehearsing, singing yesterday better than it's ever been sung, the glasses, the joy just in singing. the fact that he smiles and the whole world smiles back and it's not good for anyone but it's overwhelming. THE FUCKING KISSING. WHAT THE FUCK ELVIS. Like yeah. He should definitely have been protected from that, but the sheer insane joy he was dishing out, I was gone. the woman who he kissed who then just turned and fell into her boyfriend's arms. I love every outfit, I love the countryness of it, and that people didn't get it, and Vegas is painted as this awfulness for him mainly because of bad hair and country outfits, but some ways it's just everything boiled down to the bit he likes, the way he actually yearned for it, how much better than the awful films, how sad when he talks about the awful films. How sad when he talks about anything he wanted and just wasn't allowed, but he was allowed Vegas, and there was too much of it and I'm sure a lot of it was awful, but the music was incredible, and seeing him inside it, loving it, raising it up, feeling God in it, reminded me so much of Dolly Parton. When he said they couldn't come down from it and would stay up till dawn just playing on the roof. What a shame his hair was for a while there.














