A pianist moves to New Orleans looking for a change. She becomes intertwined in the lives of the enigmatic Mikaelson brothers. "Let the Lover Be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the Lover Be." - Rumi (Unedited. None of the events of The Originals occur in this fic. Characters such as Davina, Marcel, and Camille are not in this fic.)

1969 It was a typical sunny afternoon when the spree of murders sprung into the media. Stabbings, brainwashing, cults, drugs and rock n roll took over America. Psychedelia was at havoc and the world was indeed changing. Despite the gruel, there were better times. John and Sharon, newly married with a baby in the making. Their lives were just beginning as they set off for the big city. The Dakota is what it's called. A beautiful apartment that seemed more than perfect for the couple. John was a musician in the hottest band known to date. Sharon, a small time actress with a complete love for her husband. The two were in love with the world at their feet. It's because of this, they become the next victims of a game of cat and mouse. Strange coincidences, chilling phone calls and nosey neighbors. As John and Sharon find themselves falling victim and their lives changing for the worse, they struggle with the notions that someone they trust might be at fault for their torture. ....