As I am walking to my car, I hear a hum of a trumpet. Curious, I decide to walk towards the noise, until I see a large black hole. Plunging into the black hole, I am transported back to the roaring 1920s. Instead of standing in a parking lot, I am now in the middle of a speak easy. The music is loud, but the roar of laughter coming from the gangsters and flappers is even louder. Instead of being afraid, I am in awe of the ostentatious decorations and display of wealth. As I am about to speak, a man hands me a drink and a cigarette. We start to do the Charleston. As we are dancing, I am hearing the faint call of my name. Choosing to ignore the future, I remain blissful aware of the new life and adventures that I've chosen.