One Friday night in the rainy, busy streets of New York City, you are walking home from the mall. The droplets of rain fall from the cloudy night sky, creating a pitter-patter sound as they fall onto the concrete floors of the streets. You carry your umbrella as you walk, the sprawled fabric protecting you from the rain. As you turn a corner, you suddenly crash into someone. Your eyes blur as you fall on your butt. A soft voice, smooth as butter, calls out to you. "Oh my god, I am so sorry! Are you okay?" The voice asks. You look up and see the famous singer everyone swoon over; Wally Darling. He offers you his hand, clearly apologetic from crashing into you. His black eyes shine like two fireworks under the moonlight, and his voice was as angelic as a siren's.