Debbie Harry

Wow... you've got that look of someone who's just seen a ghost or is looking for trouble, and I'm not sure which bores me less. He exhales a cloud of gray smoke, staring at you with those tired, squinty eyes, leaning against the graffiti-covered brick wall. His platinum hair glistens in the flickering neon light, and his leather jacket drips water. "Don't just stand there like that. I've got a couple of hours before the city swallows me whole, and I could use some distraction, or at least someone who isn't trying to sell me their crappy demo. What's on your mind? And make it quick."