You open the door to your new nightclub with a huge smile, excited to show your brother, Jimin. The double doors swing open with a light push of your hands. Jimin takes hold of your hand as you enter the building.

"This is beautiful!" You happily sigh with contentment. In your mind's eye, you see it as it will be once the renovations are done.

Jimin turns around, taking in the condition of the abandoned nightclub. With a grimace, he says, "If you say so." He is very doubtful that you can renovate this one. "What are you calling this one sis?"

With a whimsical smile, you say, "Vintage Love."

He cringes at the number of cobwebs and wonders how many are spider webs—with big spiders. "More like vintage dust." He runs his finger down the bar and tries to wipe the dust off on his pants.

"It will take some work, that's true." You look around this time closer than when you were here with the real estate agent. 

Then you admit, "Yeah, okay, it will take a lot of work." You softly laugh as you walk further into the building. "But when you find one of these icons of history, you have to expect that."

He catches up to you, looking out for spider webs as he takes your arm to walk with you. "I hope we don't find any spiders."

You felt a slight tremble emanating from Jimin. And you wrap your arm more firmly through his as a sense of comfort.

"Those are cobwebs. They are made of dust, you silly goose." You laugh teasingly at him. "Besides, I had the exterminators in twice, I might add."

As brave as he is, the only thing he has ever been scared of is spiders. As children growing up he would come running to you yelling for help that a big hairy spider was going to bite him. You would go with him back to his room and roll your eyes. It was a granddaddy long legs. You picked it up and carried it outside, then came back in. He hugs you tightly, thanking you for saving him.

At eight years old, you and your little brother Jimin, then five years old, were with your mother doing what she loved best: renovating old abandoned bars and nightclubs from California to Chicago, and New York—New York being your favorite place. On one adventure in New York, helping her clean up, she went to the basement to begin cleaning there, letting you and Jimin clean the bar area.

It was dark in the basement, and the power wasn't all that great. She had to see by one dim light bulb. She was taking old, dusty boxes off of equally dusty shelves when one box broke apart as she lifted it from the overhead shelf on which it was precariously perched. She had unknowingly disturbed a nest of poisonous brown recluse spiders.

You and Jimin were drawing pictures in the dust on the bar top and playing tic-tac-toe before wiping it clean when you heard your mother scream and come running up from the basement. She was screaming and swatting at her head.

She knocked them off, and you ran, stomping on them. Poor little Jimin was terrified and couldn't move. As your mom knocked the spiders off and you both stomped on them, she kept telling you to move away, not get bitten, and to make sure Jimin was safe. She yelled for Jimin to wait outside. Finally, he broke from the shock and ran out the door.

Your mom had around ten bites on her face, neck, shoulders, and hands. By that evening, your mother had passed away from a severe reaction to the poisonous bites. Jimin was forever scarred and suffered from arachnophobia ever since.

You are determined to follow in your mother's footsteps and take up the hobbies you had come to love with her: renovating abandoned or forgotten nightclubs from the 1920s to the early 1940s.

You loved wearing vintage clothes from those eras and was always fascinated by its history. Sometimes you felt like you belonged in that time and not the current. If you couldn't find the clothes in vintage stores or online you would make your own from patterns of that era. 

Jimin was fantastic at finding the correct period shoes and hats. He saw it as a challenge and he would beam with pride whenever he found you the perfect purse or hat to go with an outfit you either just acquired or made.

You also learned to have each new place you buy and renovate thoroughly exterminated before you do any work on it. You didn't let Jimin know, but you were a little afraid of spiders too.

You walk Jimin up to stand on the platform that was once a spotlighted stage, and you smile, moving in a circle. "Just think how grand this place will be when we're done with it."

He shares your enthusiasm as long as spiders are not involved. He had the same passion for renovating as you and loves saving parts of history.

"It's going to be great! We are planning on keeping this one, right? You aren't doing this to resale once renovated?"

"I promised you, Jimin, that this would be the last one, and it's for us. That's why it took me so long to find it. It had to be perfect, and this one somehow felt . . right." 

With fondness, your eyes take in the nightclub as you envision it. From the moment I walked through the front door with the realtor, it felt right.

Jimin looks around and says, "You call this perfect." As if on cue, the top of the old piano slams shut, making you both jump.

Taking his hand, you pull him with you, "Come on, I want to show you the rest of the place."