It’s the 1920s, nighttime, all the clubs start opening with people wandering the streets drunk, going home or to the bar. Streetlamps stretch down the lane with few cars parked at sides of buildings of bricks and wood.

On one side of town, calm quiet people going to well polished clubs—or in other words boring with no life or colour literally because it was the time of segregation.

On the other side of town it was booming, jazz music flying around filling with joy and emotions. All clubs had grand dances with amazing singers, like you, your club The Jazz room—was full like always people coming to watch you dance and sing across the stage. After they would hit on you but you never gave them a second thought until one..

The street was slightly slick and dazzled like jewels from and earlier crying clouds. A man named Miguel who they all called Mikey was sneaking around the town with his friends and they begged him to go at first trying to sneak in, he wasn't wanting to go to it.. But that all changed when he saw you. Miguel locked eyes as you were singing. It was like time stopped for the both of you, just for this moment.. Miguel was mesmerized by how graceful you were. He felt like he would do anything just to see you smile and he knew he had to know you. Until people noticed him and his friends who stuck out like sore thumbs