Lisa was six, Michael, sixteen. Elvis brought her to see the show because she was a big fan of the group’s. ‘I always liked him,’ Lisa Marie, who prefers to be called Lisa, recalled. ‘Michael fascinated me with his talent. I loved watching him dance. He wanted to know me better, but I always thought he was sort of freakish. I didn’t really want to know him any better than I already did.’ Born on 1 February 1968 to Elvis and Priscilla Presley, Lisa Marie was destined for controversy just by virtue of her illustrious lineage. She had a privileged childhood. Her father lavished her with gifts, including jewels and a fur coat – for a five-year-old! Or, as her mother once put it, ‘She had everything a child shouldn’t have and couldn’t appreciate.’ She was spoiled or, as she bluntly recalled it, ‘When I was a kid, forget it! I was a fucking little tyrant.’ She would also say of her childhood, ‘There is not one bad memory about any of it, I have to admit.
