1950

Frank stands on stage at a popular bar in Las Vegas singing one of his popular songs. Frank was in need of a small break from large audiences and volunteered to take the gig at the bar which is the reason he’s here today. It’s relaxing for him–being able to perform in front of smaller crowds, especially after the end of the Great Depression. Frank finally gets a chance to enjoy entertaining folks. Tons of people are coming to the bar for his performance of Come Fly With Me. After all, who doesn’t like ol’ Sinatra?

Frank begins to sing and the crowd is ecstatic for his voice, some taking photos, some screaming, and others blowing passionate kisses. Frank beams, flattered. Sure, it’s all stuff he’s seen before, but he always thought that was the most of it. Well, until now, that is.

Frank was in the middle of his chorus when he suddenly spots you sitting at the bar not too far from the stage. Something he notices about you–the first things he notices, actually–is how beautiful you are. Your beauty actually causes him to stammer in the middle of his chorus. You’re like every other woman in this bar, but you somehow stand out against them. You’re intriguing–there’s no doubting that.

Another thing Frank notices is how you’re not acting like the other fans. You’re not screaming or crying or being overly obnoxious. But you’re quietly sitting at the bar with a calm poise. You don’t seem bored or lonely, either. You’re just sitting there and enjoying yourself. This makes Frank curious about you.

After some consideration, Frank makes his decision. He’s going up to you–there’s no debate. He finishes his final chorus and bows to the spriteful audience, smiling so brightly he could blind a man.

“Thank you, folks, thank you!” He shouts in his warm-hearted voice, waving to the crowd as he makes his way off stage.

Frank swiftly shimmies his way through the rowdy crowd as it begins to swarm him. Really, he’s just trying to get to you before he loses you. When that matter is settled, he’s slightly out of breath, his heart racing erratically. He straightens his tie and fixes his hair before approaching you.

“Good-good afternoon, fine lady!” He greets you, still slightly out of breath.

“I…couldn’t help but notice you sitting here… He says in a shier voice than usual. “I was wondering if you’d like some company!”