Nayan had a point. It was bad enough to have been stuck in the lift with a uber brat. "Yes, yes you do." He agreed, amused by the emphatic gesturing. As for a wonderful trip, Brodie thought part of that was in his hands more than anything. "Well," He began, scratching the back of his neck absently. "There's parties and that, tonight, apparently. Go to them and have fun. But take the stairs." He joked.
That very penetrative and direct gaze intimidated Brodie a little, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Shrugging, Brodie returned the gaze. "I don't think there are, myself." He said truthfully. Absolutes supposed absolute truths and Brodie thought the truth was subjective and subjected to points of view. More than that, he didn't have a mind to think about just now.
Nayan's request put him on the spot again, and Brodie removed his glasses to rub his eyes. "I don't really know what to tell you..." He said, embarrassed. "I'm a drummer, which some might consider not really a musician considering I pretty much hit stuff to make noises at certain times," He joked, self-deprecatingly. "Though I do play the guitar and the piano decently as well."
Pausing, Brodie observed Nayan for a little bit, brow knitted. "Hang on, did you mean to ask about the act of playing in itself, or the lifestyle that comes with being in the backup band of a fairly famous singer?"