Some slow tragic song being sung, like the Connie Francis one I posted, maybe some husky voiced brunette standing on a small stage accompanied by nothing but a piano, her eyes closed thinking about her loves of the past as she sings. After enough champagne they rise and dance slowly on the intimate dance floor, her head lays on his chest, arms clasped together, she in some gorgeous black silk dress that reaches the ground and gently grazes her legs and heels as he twirls her away and back to him, arms clasped once more, his hand resting in the warmth of the small of her back. The bar is full, people are sitting on the stools enjoying themselves, smoke trails from a lit cigarette in an ashtray. The restaurant's lighting on the other side is dim like the bar's, candles in the center light the faces across from you. The food smells delicious, but on the dance floor you only see each other as you dance together to the sad sad love song.