It was 1933, at a jazz club called Club Carousel. Peter sat in a dark corner at a table, drinking his glass of whiskey as he watched couples dance to the music being performed and have grand ol’ time

Soon as he about to take another swig, that’s when he saw you get on stage and sing. And boy it swooned him almost instantly.

You sung a slow jazz number like an angel that made Peter sit up straight and gave you all of his attention. You were beautiful, handsome, all of the above.