Front Row for the Hologram

We got front row

For the hologram

Two tickets

Two hundred apiece

Kinda nuts

Unless you pretend

You’re actually seeing Elvis

And then it’s not so bad

It’s as--

How much would you pay

To see Elvis?

To see the real Elvis?

So if you think of it that way

It’s really not bad

At all

Four hundred bucks

We can’t afford rent this month

But they say if you’re going to spend money

Spend it on experiences

And this was an experience

And rent isn’t an experience

So it seemed like a no-brainer to me

And we were so close

We were so close

That if hologram Elvis

Had been actual Elvis

We would have been able to

Reach out and touch him

I almost wanted to anyway

Just reach out and--

I don’t know if I would

Get in trouble for that or not

I wouldn’t be touching

An actual person

I wouldn’t actually be touching

Anything, really

So would security rush me?

Would I get thrown out?
Would it disrupt anything?
Would the hologram stop singing?

What would happen?
I just want to know

What would happen

But it all--

It kills the dream of it

The--the--

The reason you buy the ticket

To engage

In a--a--community sort of way

With the dream

The collective dream

That’s what it’s about

And my hand

Going through

The air

Where the hologram--

Where Elvis is supposed to be

That would--

It wouldn’t disrupt

The hologram

But it would

Disrupt the dream

And it might be like

When you wake up a sleepwalker

You know how

You’re not supposed

To wake up a sleepwalker?

It’s too jarring?

It would be like that

I imagine

If I were to do it…

I won’t do it

I just want to know

That it’s not Elvis

Because if it was Elvis

I wouldn’t be able to--

So I need to know

It’s not him

I--I know it’s not him

But I need to know, you know?

I need to really know

And I don’t know

How to do that

I don’t know how to prove to myself

That something I know isn’t there

Really isn’t there

I don’t know how to prove

That nothing is nothing

I don’t know how to prove

That the dream

Is just a dream

And that it can’t be anything more

Than a dream

Maybe the front row

Was a mistake?

Maybe I’d be better off

Sitting far, far away

Far enough away

To know

That what I’m looking at

Isn’t real