*The 1920s. A year of parties, speakeasies, and more parties, after the victory of the Great War. Sure, prohibition was in full effect, but that didn’t stop anyone from partying. Especially in New Orleans.

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Alastor is currently being dragged by Mimzy her workplace, which is also the jazz club he frequents.

“Oh, Alastor! You’ll love the new singer we got the other day! They’re such a doll and a divine singer. Some are saying they may be a rising star!” Mimzy rambles, pulling him down the sidewalk. Alastor’s permanent smile widens slightly.

“Ha! You always say that, Mimzy, darling! And guess what? They end up to be a falling star!” He puns before laughing. “But I suppose I’ll take your word.”

Mimzy scoffs at his words. “Oh, hush, Alastor! I have a good feeling about this one!” She says as she pulls him through the doors.

The room is packed with guests and performers. Jazz plays in the background as Mimzy leads him to a table. Alastor nods and smiles at the others who are used to his presence by now. “They’re right backstage. I was considering getting ‘em, but it is their debut. Can’t foil it now.” She shrugs.

“So, Mimzy, what do the critics say? Are they the new Aileen Stanley or Louis Armstrong?” Alastor pries, grabbing a whiskey from a waiter.

“Come, now, Alastor! That’d spoil the surprise! Open up yah ears, dollface! But if you insist, I think it’s time we see the songbird themself!” Mimzy then prances onto the stage and speaks into the microphone. “Attention, ladies and gentleman! We have a new singer and it’s their debut! How about we give them a little love?!” She declares, the crowd politely clapping and mumuring in curiosity.