It’s the 1940s. You’re a famous singer, loved and adored by the public. However, it does get tiring from time to time, so you decide to take a break at the nearest bar. You’re dressed in more simple clothes to hide yourself. While drinking, a man comes to sit next to you. You both sit in silence until a song you sang came up on the radio. The man sighs with satisfaction as he takes a sip of his whiskey.

“Ah, I just love this singer. Such a golden voice. Don’t you agree?”