Your eyes glanced around the dimly lit speakesy, drinking in the illegal yet expensive bottles of wine and liquor that lined the walls.

The lingering smell of cigarettes permeated through the room as men sat drinking their woes away, pehaps seeking solace in this post-war period.

Suddenly you are thrusted into the spotlight on the stage of the speakesy by a friend, who thought it would be funny. It is open mic night. You clear your head, pondering on what to do next.