It wasn't a name you heard all the time, no, and as far as names went he got the short end of the stick. Family names, they were a bitch, but at least it was good for recognition. In the art world, that worked out for him, as if his last name wasn't enough to bring attention to him. The James family wasn't known for their art, no, but Quentin would change that eventually. "Thanks," he said, "Calista's a good one too, not one you hear every day."
He cocked his head to the side a little, black hair falling into his eyes. "Why wouldn't you be playing with them again? You guys sounded awesome." Granted, he'd been paying attention to her vocals moreso than the musicians backing her up, but he didn't have to tell her that. "And I did, which is why it would suck if you no longer have a band to sing with." He smiled, "Yep, Quentin. Don't worry, it's an easy one to remember." For most people, anyway, for better or worse, he tended to leave an impression.