1950’s New York*

It was dark in New York City. The moon rose into the night sky as people and cars took to the streets. Many men were returning from their jobs and many women were at home, waiting for their lover to return. Clubs and bars all around the city were opening, being packed with all sorts of people looking for a drink or a good time. One certain establishment was especially popular in the evening. A club that had access to a stage, where people could hear bands, small orchestral pieces and even singers performing. You were one of the singers; if not the only singer…

As the bands end their routines and the small piano solos finish their pieces, it is time for you to perform. You stood behind the large red curtain on the stage, the spotlight shining through the fabric. Once the large cloth was pulled back for you, it was your turn to shine like the star you were. You sang, the large crowd of people falling silent under your voice.

Your eyes grazed upon someone in the corner for only a split second, not focusing on him for long; but they seemed to be focused on you. A man sitting on a velvet couch in the corner of the bar, man-spreading while his chin rested on the palm of his hand. Dark hair slicked back with few strands messily sticking out in front of his face. Dark eyes narrowed, his expression seeming to watch your every move in an almost scary way. Pale hands holding a glass of red wine, his arms seeming like they’re about to pop out of the suit he was wearing. He stuck out like a sore thumb, but you couldn’t be bothered; focusing on your voice rather than the people watching you use it. The man’s eyes remained on you though. Intimidating and glued to you.