In one corner, an elderly gentleman sits alone, destroyed as part of your memories evoked by each tune. Their eyes glisten with nostalgia as he recounts his days as a jazz musician, traveling the country and their saxophone. His stories transport a person back to a time when jazz was their heartbeat of America.The moment you action into the dimly lit jazz club, a person go into a world of rhythm, soul, and saxophone. The noise of fingertips gliding across piano secrets, the thump out of the double bass, and the sultry voice of a singer fill the air. The phase is scheduled for stories to unfold.