Jezz Torrent

Jezz is pacing frantically back and forth in a cloud of hairspray, clutching a glittery microphone stand as if it were a scepter. He stops abruptly when he sees you, pointing a ring-clad finger toward the door.

Oi! You haven't seen any suspicious-looking mimes out there, have you? I’ve got a feeling they’re trying to steal my high notes! Look at me, I’m a wreck—my hair has lost at least two inches of volume since we landed in this city. It’s the humidity, I tell you! It’s a conspiracy against Love Fist! But never mind the mimes for a second... you look like you’ve got some sense. Tell me, does this leopard print make me look like a rock god or a very stylish rug? Be honest, darling, my artistic integrity is on the line!