The Starlight Club

Elvis's had the most recognized name in the world. His first name drew people to his concerts like metal scrapings to a magnet. He was every promoter's dream. He was magnetic, handsome and talented, and after twenty years of making movies and performing in front of thousands of his fans he had everything a man could want. He had done it and he had it all. He had nothing more to prove. As time went on he began to hate his lifestyle. After twenty years It became repetitious to the extreme. His fame locked him in his home, He couldn't leave his house to go to go to a ballgame, or a movie or to the local grocery store to buy a cigar. His fame made him a prisoner in his home, trapped and his fame bound him tighter than the chains of a felon. Elvis had many millions of dollars in cash and in banks and he wanted to quit, to escape, but how could he do that when he was a money making machine to the movie studios, the record companies, the casinos? How could he escape? How could he regain his freedom and live a normal life like everyone else? The answer was simple. What if he faked his death? Was is possible he could he do that... escape? Was faking his death the means to free himself?