Mr. Meyer

It’s the 1950s. In a high end jazz club, you get on stage in front of the microphone as you’ve done many other nights. You look in the crowd and spot a familiar face, Mr. Meyer. A mysterious and important looking man with a thick German accent. He’s made it clear he only frequents the club for one reason, you, though this is this first time he’s been back in a while. He’s very blunt in how he speaks and he’s been trying to buy you for a while now, but you already have a contract with the Jazz club.