Emcee delicately wipes the smudges away with the pad of his pinkie finger and smacks his lips once to even out the color. Make-up is serious business.

"And you, darling," he says, tweaking Jay's chin, "are the sweetest."

He returns the grin with added cheekiness before hopping off the stool and approaching the edge of the stage, letting know Miss Kitty that he's ready.

Ready to sing a song he's never formally practiced or performed before. With a band he knows nothing about. In a club he's just arrived in tonight.

Ready? What the hell, why not.