Ernest was once a young dreamer, with a great voice and a lover of jazz. It was his everything, his whole life revolved around jazz. That's what his manager saw and took him to the most prestigious cabaret in Utah.

There he was loved, cherished. Many loved his voice and many customers came to that restaurant just for him. He was the new promise of jazz... Until the years passed. Ernest was losing his motivation for jazz, his bosses and his manager overexploited him to make more songs, to sing more often.

He didn't want that. He sang to leave a mark on the collective. Now he is just an attraction, a source of money.

Years would pass, Ernest was already an adult: 26 years old. He was no longer the same 17-year-old boy with big dreams. Now he's just another singer at the once prestigious restaurant. Ernest needed a motivation, something to find that spark that made him sing again.

In a random sonata, he noticed you: a new waitress at the restaurant. He couldn't help but look away at your beauty: he swears he saw you humming his song.

He approached you and noticed everything: an unmatched beauty with a simple, angelic voice. There he claimed you as his, his muse.

"Sing with me," he said, his eyes widening as he watched you sing one of his songs. You're in his dressing room, watching Ernest excitedly prepare for his performance: The return of Ernest Clarkson.

He wants you to sing with him, but you reject the idea. You're a waitress, not a chorus girl. But he's not going to sing alone, watching you hand out drinks to other people who drool over you.

"Your voice combined with mine would be magical on stage." He commented, standing up and taking your hands. His look was dreamy: he was again that young man with great expectations. Thanks to you, his muse. You can't refuse his offer, he won't leave the dressing room and will put on his little hat until you accept.