There were nights when Elvis Presley would sit quietly, long after Graceland had gone still, and confess a truth he rarely shared with anyone. He would look at the floor, his voice soft, almost afraid to break the silence, and say he felt an ache inside his chest that nothing seemed to touch. It wasn’t the kind of loneliness cured by applause or admiration. It was a loneliness that lived deep within him, one that fame had amplified instead of eased. Even surrounded by the world’s devotion, he often felt like a man standing alone in a crowded room.
There were nights when Elvis Presley would sit quietly, long after Graceland had gone still, and confess a truth he rarely shared with anyone. He would look at the floor,…