When Dakota Striplin took the stage, no one could have predicted what was about to happen. With an acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder and a quiet confidence in his stance, he seemed like any other hopeful contestant.
But the moment he strummed the first chord of Can’t Help Falling in Love, the room shifted.
His voice—rich, velvety, and eerily reminiscent of The King himself—sent chills through the air. The resemblance was uncanny. Coaches exchanged glances, their eyes widening in shock. Within seconds, one chair turned.
