𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜, it was against the teachings of God n' she and her brother's father, and she knew better as the eldest daughter to never go against either of them. She would swear with her heart to never fall in love with the sinful symphonies of the blues, and sometimes begged her brother, Samuel, to not fall in love with them as-well. Reread the first sentence of this summary-that was false. Although she avoided the blues, she was quite the fan; she enjoyed when her brother played his guitar and sang, despite vehemently refusing that she did when he'd ask, she'd practice singing in the bluesy style whenever others weren't around, and she desired to learn the same instrument her younger brother played-believing that she could probably strum those chords without prior practice. She'd cover this love for blues with an interest for journalism and photography, which wasn't fake, but wasn't her true calling like the blues were. One faithful day, she'd be invited to join her brother and their older cousins on a trip to the Delta for their brand new Juke Joint. While her time there, she would learn new things about herself-the good and horribly sinful things-that she never knew due to the conservative lifestyle she lived. She would meet a peculiar man who would bring these things out of her during her nights out at the Juke Joint. How has she changed? Who was this man? What other grave and eventful things occurred?