Fizz ran around his changing room, looking for the things he needed. There was only one thing missing: his foundation. "Come on, come on, where is it?!" He mumbled to himself, checking again in the places he might've hidden it. He still couldn't find it. If he didn't find it soon, he couldn't go on stage, and Mammon would be upset. The door click behind him, but he didn't care. He fell to his knees in the middle of the room, shaking his head and burying his face in his hands.