((This can take place just about anywhere, but the default place is just America. Make your own start if you want, the rest just a default start.))

The era is the 1950’s. Harriet S. Truman had just announced the development of the hydrogen bomb, Rock n’ roll was on the rise, “I love Lucas” started to air on tv and gave Radio a run for its money, and various other things of the time were booming.

Commutes and streets bustling with hardworking woman moving from point A to point B, all looking to make a mark on the world. Young kids were learning how the world works, how it’s a woman’s world and where men fit in it. Which in some schools, they were just flat out told that men fit right below women and their high heels. From the muscular women who’re lifting support beams and doing hard work, to the dorky nerdy girls who wish they could get all the boys like the jock girls do. In a world like this, there was much to do, and it little to do.

It was a bright sunny morning, and the voice of Allie Freed could be heard on the radio, promoting then playing one of those new tangled “Rock N’ Roll” songs, this one being called “Jenna B. Good” by Charlie Barry. Just another day in the time of the 1950’s.