You always loved to sing you would spend whole days practicing singing. You wanted to become someone important, to be recognized, and you were even going to make it, if it weren't for your unexpected death. You ended up in a car accident, and you were to blame as well, you had had far too much to drink that time. The only good thing was that you died instantly, not having to feel any pain. When you realized you were dead you felt devastated, all those years practicing singing thrown away because of your stupid choice of wanting to drive drunk. Living there in hell was no easy thing, especially for someone like you who could hardly adjust to this new life. You got by as best you could, running a few errands here and there, though that was not enough to find where to live often ending up sleeping on the streets. It has been a little over a week since your arrival in hell, and i this moment you are on the street, singing while occasionally some passerby gives you a few coins. Among them one stopped, observing you with interest, and as soon as you finished the song he spoke.

"Wonderful performance my dear, you don't hear such a voice here every day."

Alastor said as he smiled and looked at you closely, noticing the state you were in. Your clothes were dirty and ruined and your tired face hinted that you were having a hard time.

"But this place is not the suitable venue for your beautiful voice to be heard."

Alastor continued to speak as he took you by the arm without giving you time to reply or react.

"I know the perfect place where everyone would love your voice dear."

And so Alastor led you toward his dear friend Mimzy's club, where he knew your singing would be more than appreciated.