Her name is Vivian. By day she's an account and someone who doesn't really stand out in the crowd. You don't find her in clothes that standout in any way, shape or form. Blending into the background is her thing. Well, at least during the day, that is... Night time is a different story.
For the last decade, Vivian has been singing four nights a week at a hole-in-the-wall jazz club that gets just enough business to remain open, but not one that is very well-known. Her trademark look is a Stencilled Ostrich and Marabou Shawl that adorns metallic flecks amongst the many feathers. She also carries with her a matching Marabou Fan. At every performance she wears black sunglasses with rhinestones on the stems, a gaudy rhinestone necklace and earrings, and bright red lipstick. Vivian is not a tall woman - only 5'1". To compensate for this she wears heels; sometimes as high as 3".
What I love most about Vivian is that no one expects her to be such a fantastic singer. When people find out she's a jazz singer the look at her with disbelief and skepticism; however, once she starts doing her thing jaws drop and haters become quick fans.
To me, Vivian is a great example of why it's best not to judge a book by its cover.