You were a young woman who performed at the local bar in town, every man wanted you even the famous, Miguel O’Hara

Everyone knew him, every man lost a battle to him, and every woman swoons over him. But could you blame them?

He was sitting at a table drink in hand hat tilting down onto his face smirking as he heard you sing. As you finished he whistled loudly catching your attention

“Well done, Señorita” Clapping as he walked towards you, smiling