A gentle, mystical night under the stars. A band plays one of those classical standards you recognize from the first chord - it's a straight-from-the-heart song.

The singer's got one of those smoky voices like no one else that paints beloved pictures in your mind of far off places where larger-than-life people squeeze every drop of passion from each moment of the rich life they live. The spotlight hits the diva. She strikes a pose, arches her back, and sings those silvery notes that resonate in your very bones. She's singing to you. The essence of you. Singing about the way you want to live.

This is a private gated community. There are swimming pools. Private backyard areas. A recreation center with everything necessary to stay healthy, and brilliantly designed residential retreats for those who want more out of life than a series of nine to fives with  drive-through meals and a too-short two-day weekend. They want more. You want more. And this is more. This is the stage for the theatre of your life. It's a place that makes you feel good that you are here. In palm desert. In a place with style, grace, elegance, charm, and yes, sophistication.

As a crescent moon rises over the midnight blue mountain in the distance, the curtain descends. There is long, sustained applause for the performance. People stand. Every one of them. The curtains part. The diva strides to center stage where the spotlight awaits the gift of her presence. Roses are thrown at her feet. She picks one up. Kisses it and tosses it to a very handsome young man in the front row. They only have eyes for each other. There are shouts from everywhere. And they are all saying the same thing. Brava!