Before Elvis and Priscilla, Sonny and Cher, Madonna and Whoever, there was F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald -- prototypes for beauty and talent, spin and narcissism. Theirs was a reckless world of Speakeasies and Jazz, with money-to-burn on champagne smuggled in from abroad and enough indiscretion to make the National Enquirer drool with envy. From Frank Wildhorn, composer of Jekyll and Hyde, comes a new musical that has enough dancing to make you swing, singing to make you cry, and heart to make your whole world come alive.