Technically, this Elvis is Steve Davis. He's here to perform his annual tribute to the King, commemorating his death for those of us who won't make it to Memphis. Many men have attempted to imitate Elvis' look, his movements, his swashbuckling machismo and his swaggering stage presence. Some of them can approximate a part of the myth; a few of them can capture a good deal of it. None of them hold a candle to Steve Davis. Edwards attempts to lead him inside, but Davis strides toward us and presses the flesh. It's the showmanship: Davis nails that down-South charm every time. No one else remembers the King's humility and genuine love for his subjects.
Edwards finally gets Elvis inside, and the whole family crowds into the display window. Elvis steps to the front, microphone in hand, and gives us a twenty minute taste. "Teddy Bear." "Suspicious Minds." Couples are dancing, with kids screaming every time He looks at them. Even over a backing tape and through glass, Elvis' charm is palpable. Then he drops the bomb, "Can't Help Falling in Love." An older woman puts her hand on the glass, and Elvis places his palm against hers. He's singing right to her, just Elvis and a woman who fell in love to the original single. That voice rings out, and we all fall in love again for the first time.