He makes a living improvising Elvis. Such talent gives him the means to feed a family of four plus two dogs and a tour van which is also their humble mobile home. Living like gypsies, playing music, singing and dancing by the fire under the milky way, is far from their reality.
Home-schooling and moving with tour schedules around small country towns are 24/7 work with the reward of barely surviving. The real disaster comes when he no longer fits into the Elvis white jumpsuit with his middle aged gut and overall puffiness from sleep deprivation.
What now is the question he pleads with his gods while sewing up the buttons on the well worn jumpsuit.