"I believe they exist. Just not that they'd frequent a tiny lake like this. More likely to have a Friday the 13th scene at one like this." A smirk as he glanced at Rene, not sure if he'd know what that was but amused at the thought nonetheless.
"My name still has some recognition. Battye's mother has me playing at her gallery sometimes and there are openings at recitals and all just for me." He shrugged. He was talented and he knew it, even with his current habits. He did what he could to keep his skills up. He lived for music. He was pretty sure there wasn't anything else left for him.