Detroit, Michigan, April 20th 2017

In the employee's room, Debbie is changing her fifties inspired dress for the the medical looking white scrub uniform. Which she despises, she finds it dull and without any pizzazz. At least she can keep her makeup and my hair as I wish.

Debbie walks towards the rooms to check upon the elders and it seems like everything is sorting out fine, there are some of my colleagues inside. Strutting into Jack's room, which is not only his, she peeks through the doorway but doesn't find any sign of him. His bed doesn't have any sheets, just the mattress and a pillow without a case.

Fearing the worst Debbie runs to the next room where she finds Kirstie, who's feeding a elder woman.

I believe her name is Doris or something like that. Does that matter at all?

"Hey, Kirstie, do you know anything about Jack? Jack Wayne?" My legs are trembling and so are my hands, sweat starts to form on my neck and my vision becomes a bit blurry.

"Jack was moved to the special unit." Kirstie informs Debbie flatly as if she was talking about a trivial event. The coldness of her tone is the product of Debbie's snarky remarks.

"What? Why?" Debbie holds the end of a bed to keep her standing as she is losing all of her strength.

"Jack suffers from dementia. You don't know that because you seem to speak with him on his good days and you don't care about him. You only care that he was a fifties actor and you have this obse-" Kirstie's words cease as a Debbie interrupts her shouting.

"Listen! You don't get to talk to me like that. I'm more than what I dress. But you wouldn't understand, you're a dumb bimbo who thinks that the only way to reach to the top is by being a kiss-ass." Debbie pants hard, smiling devilishly at her insults. She composes herself and walks away leaving Kirstie speechless and Doris is dumbfounded.

Debbie runs for her life to the special unit. When an elder is moved there it's because their life is on a string. A string to the point of being broken.

She tries to open the doors but since they can only be open from the inside, she bangs on them with her fists until someone opens them.

"It's me Debbie, please let me in!" Slowly she falls by the doors, her body skimming against them and her hair becomes ratty and frizzy. She covers her face with her hand as she's crying which she usually doesn't allow her colleagues to see.

Finally someone opens the doors for Debbie and quickly she dries the tears with her forearms, smudging her cat eyeliner. Debbie demands to see Jack and the man that opened the doors leads her to him.

"Mr. Wayne is in a critical condition and it wouldn't be wise to interrupt his rest." John, the head chief of the special unit informs Debbie, in a way that sounds like there isn't much left to do for Jack.

"Still, I want to see him. I know I won't disturb him. He knows me, deep down Jack is still there!" Debbie asks authoritatively, looking at the head chief with her sizzling glare, grabbing his collar as if she could raise him in the air.

"Alright, then don't tell me I didn't warn you!" John raises both of his hands in the air, allowing Debbie to enter Jack's room.

She enters slowly, fearing for his reaction, because deep down she knows he might have a panic attack from not remembering her and they will put him to sleep.

Jack opens his eyes and they follow Debbie as she gets closer. He's lying in bed with his hands restrained.

"Jack, it's me Debbie. Do you remember me?" Debbie dries a tear that is falling down her cheek and her voice is sore.

Jack doesn't answer her, he just nods his head as she sits besides him.

"How are you today?" Debbie questions him with despair in her voice but with calmness just like you would speak to a baby.

"Peggy, Peggy you look so beautiful." Jack tries to reach Debbie but his hands are tied up and unfortunately she isn't Peggy.

"I'm sorry, Jack. But I'm not Peggy. I'm really sorry." Debbie contains her tears, Jack is the only person that can make her break like this. However she can't convey sadness as Jack deserves happiness and that's what she always tries to give him.

"Your hair, it's just like Peggy and Rita Hayworth. How can you not be Peggy? Who are you?" Jack starts to balance his body from the side to side on the bed, in order to release himself from it.

"I'm sorry, Jack." She caresses his restrained hand and gets up from her seat.

"He was right." Debbie mumbles as she exits Jack's room drying every evidence of lacrimation on her flawless face. She runs back to her colleagues and takes care of other elders.

After her shift is over, Debbie walks to the employees room and between the cheering of her colleagues, she keeps quiet as she's losing Jack. Kirstie can't even look at her from the hatred she's gaining of Debbie.

Debbie changes to her beautiful circle dress and fur stole, puts on her pillbox hat and rushes outside. Where she searches for her car and drives to The Avenue, a club that provides platform for amateur performers of all kinds.

It has music, great drinks, it's chic-ish so it's suitable for Debbie and she always goes there whenever she feels bad. It's her haven, a place she hasn't shared with anyone who's known to her. She prefers to go there all by herself. The perfomances are her company.

Arriving at The Avenue, Debbie tries to find way to the bar as the club is almost full. She hates to bump into people and touch strangers at the club.

Once by the bar, sitting on a stool with her fur stole on her lap, she orders a cosmopolitan. A red lightning is being casted on Debbie and the counter from the the top of the bar.

She grabs her drink once fixed and sways her way to a empty table. There are some people sitting on the other tables waiting for the new talents, while others choose to stand up and flirt with each other.

Finally the host walks onstage towards the microphone in the center stage. He greets everyone and introduces the first person to show off their talent. A tall woman gets up from a table near the stage and climbs it.

The woman starts dancing and everyone cheers for her, the men howling as if she was stripping. However her dance is meaningful and more theatrical.

As soons as she finishes, everyone cheers loudly, Debbie gives her a standing ovation and the woman steps out of the stage back to her seat.

The host keeps on introducing the amateur artists, after Jenny, the dancer, Riley a mid-twenties guy does stand-up comedy. Debbie didn't find him funny as his jokes were a little dry.

Right after him another young man goes onstage with his simple wood guitar. He greets everyone and soon starts playing his guitar and singing an original song.

Debbie seems hooked to this young man's voice, the lyrics containing deep feelings towards a broken family. Its genre could be defined as Pop but it seems a lot like Alternative.

His voice is raspy and his diction is somehow strange but Debbie is surrended to him. As he finishes he locks his eyes with Debbie as she's not far away from the stage.

Debbie feels flustered and she swoons over him. In her mind, she envisions their wedding. After they say I do and kiss each other, his original song plays out in the background. His tailored navy suit touches lightly her peplum wedding gown.

Shaking her girlish thoughts, Debbie unlocks her glare and looks to the her left to the bar. Denying her feelings, she gets up and runs outside to her car.

As she arrives outside the sky is so starry and she feels warm and joyful. She enters her car and drives recklessly to her apartment.

Parking with her trademark drift and only one move, she turns off her car and slowly hits her face on the brown leather covered steering wheel. She scoffs and giggles at how ridiculous she believes she was back at the club.

Brushing off the thoughts of the endearing young man, Debbie grabs her handbag and takes the elevator to her floor. She's so lost in her own thoughts that she doesn't check up her makeup as always.

The elevator announces that she has arrived to her floor, already with her the keychain swirling on one finger, she walks over to her apartment door and Benji starts to bark.

She gets in, Benji jumps with happiness to see its owner back again. And Debbie can't control to nurse it on her arms like a baby.

"Did Benji missed mommy? I did too, buddy. But mommy is tired and a bit sad." Debbie pets Benji's belly and the pup barks with joy.

Debbie walks to her bedroom and looks at the mirror, that's how she undresses herself. However she stops and touches her head in shock and mystery.

"I forgot my pillbox hat!" Debbie realizes as she loves her pillbox hat as it's one of the main accessories of the fifties era and actually it's her only own.

Benji's little paws lead him towards its owner and it starts to jump at her legs.

"Mommy doesn't have time now, buddy. I have to get my pillbox hat back, buddy." Debbie speaks to her dog as if it understands her as a human being. She starts running back outside, not bothered that her neighbors hate the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor.

Debbie takes the elevator back to the parking lot and runs as if she's trying to run from a serial killer. She starts the car engine and forgets to put on the seatbelt, her only focus is the pillbox hat.

For her most frustation, every traffic stop she goes by it's always red, leaving her waiting endlessly for the time it turns green and she gives full speed driving towards the club. Debbie doesn't even care about her surroundings, the hat is the only thing that matters now.

She parks her car by the club as she won't be there for long, she just wants her pillbox hat back. Debbie enters the club, they're almost closing, she grabs her fur stole for dear life.

"Good evening sir, I was here a few hours ago and I forgot my pillbox hat in a table. Have you seen it? It's burgundy and has a huge bow on top of it!" Debbie opens her googly and sweet eyes, doing some sort of manipulation to the owner of the club.

"No, miss. I haven't seen your hat. I don't even know what a pillbox hat is! We always check the tables for forgotten and lost things but we haven't seen any pillbox hat, I'm sorry." The club owner tells Debbie while resting on a broom stick, his big cheeks are smashed by the broom stick.

"I can't believe it. It was my grandmother's and I don't have other, it was my only pillbox hat." Debbie informs the club owner desperate and huffing as if she has lost the most expensive thing in her life.

"Well, you haven't seen it and I won't be here interrogating you like some sort of sleuth so I'm going home, thank you for your help." Debbie begins walking away sad for her lost pillbox hat.

"Come over tomorrow night, I will compensate you, miss." The club owner shouts as he has noticed that Debbie is sad and she's becoming a regular client.

"Thanks." Debbie shouts back keep walking to her car. She is a bit down for losing her precious pillbox hat but she had more complicated problems to worry about. And even though she was repressing it, Debbie had now some sort of passion to daydream about.

Once she arrives at home she puts on her playlist of 50's songs, she listened to "At Last" by Etta James and "Cheek to Cheek" by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.

She sang every song to it's very end, ad-libs included. Debbie loves thesmoothness of the fifties music.