Kaz looked up. He hadn't realized that anyone else had come up here, he'd been too engrossed in writing. "Torturing?" He said, with a bit of a disbelieving chuckle. "If I'm torturing the masses, then all those platinum records I got back home must make me the Marquis de Sade." He'd occasionally dealt with these kinds on the road- smart-ass kids who thought that the only music worth listening to was the current hot thing and everything else was shit. "What's your poison? Whiny singers with daddy issues or 'bruthas' bragging about money and women?"