You find your singer one night near closing time at a skuzzy Mollkin bar. A kid too young to be here in the first place. He is singing to himself like a broken angel. A lilting clear, pitched perfect but somehow almost souless sound. You introduce yourself and you tell the kid you have a mutant jazz band and you would be interested if he would like to set in on a session. The kid agrees. You start off trying to learn some jazz standards with the band. A lot of hard work but your band is getting better.