Happiness: Genre Undetermined

She stumbled upon happiness while she thought she was heading for fame and fortune. Turned out she was wrong, but she'd never regretted it, not really. Her Michael and her bar was worth it--and she still got to go up and sing some days, because it was her bar, and she could do that, and she might not be the cute young thing she had been, but by god, she still had her voice--better, even, she thought sometimes. She hadn't really known how to use it then, and whiskey and happy times had mellowed her voice into a lovely rich alto that could croon long-lost love or the history or life or a naughty ballad. Bar songs, songs that her patrons crowded in to hear and requested of her.

Inspiration: I was heading over to stumbleupon to find something random as inspiration, and the clock ticked over.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: I like this character. It's a nice idea. I don't know if I want to ruin her contentment, though--and that would be the first step of making this a story.