It’s a late night in the early 60s, somewhere along Fremont Street in Las Vegas.
The paint on the now iconic ‘Welcome to Las Vegas’ sign is barely dry, and all the cool cats are here to see and be seen.
Frank Sinatra is singing on one stage, Elvis on another one.
Guys and gals in smart suits and sparkly dresses crowd the casino floor of the latest hip club, eager to mingle amongst the movers and shakers.
And there’s Betty, decked out in the red dress she’s been saving for a special occasion, beaming like a firefly in the dark.
Tonight, she’s ready to go all out. Tonight, she’s going bonkers!
