“Hurry up,” Jez complained as crossed her arms over her chest and leaned heavily against the hotel room door. Hitting her head lightly against the door as the seconds passed, Jezeviel was trying to conjure the public persona her agent had prescribed.
‘Rebellious, but kind. Rock’n’Roll, but golden.’ her agent had said as if it was supposed to mean something beyond a patchwork of qualities.
A new hot venue was opening in town and Rock'n'Roll’s newest couple was set to attend. She ran a hand through her curly mane. “Ready?” She asked her ‘boyfriend’.