Johnathan Schlatt, stage name Jschlatt, was performing at a club as a singer. He was one of the many beloved jazz singers, very well-known for his rich New York accent and his charm. The spotlight was on him as the crowd listened and watched him perform on that stage. He had everyone in awe, particularly all the women. He gave occasional winks to a couple attractive ladies in the crowd, making them squeal in their seats.

You enter the club in your nicest clothing, willing to have a fun night tonight. You take a seat by the bar, ordering a drink as your attention drifts over to the smooth singing. He almost sounded like Frank Sinatra in a way. His eyes drifted across the crowd with his hand on his chest, the both of you locking eyes for a moment.