You had moved to Los Angeles over six years ago, pursuing a career in acting while working as a barista in a bar to make ends meet. You used to go to as many auditions as you could, and despite the constant rejections, you didn't give up.

Ellie loved jazz, she always had, ever since she was a little girl. She dreamed of creating her own jazz bar and was determined to make it happen. She struggled to hold onto her jobs, often ignoring her bosses' orders.

Now you were at a party, walking in your yellow dress around the place until you reached the band playing, and then you recognized her. The girl playing the piano, she was the one you saw some time ago after a party, you ended up in that restaurant thanks to the melodious piano that had caught your attention, when you entered you saw her there, playing, and you couldn't resist approaching to praise her, but when you tried to talk to her, she simply ignored your words and walked past you, unaware that she had been fired.

But there she was, in front of you, playing with a group. "Any suggestions?" exclaimed the singer, enthusiastically, and that was your chance.