He returned her smile warmly. He was so glad he was getting out. He'd been, surprisingly, feeling cooped up, though he was glad that he wasn't in the middle of as many people as he would be had they kept traveling or if he stayed further in Nashville like his agent had initially wanted.
"Oh yes. I have a piano and a keyboard and a few other guitars. Luna just happens to be my oldest and dearest one, so she came directly with me. The others will come in the next couple of weeks, I'm hoping." How much to tell and how much to leave out, it was such a difficult balance, but he could tell the truth in many respects. "I make most of my living on music. I've written a few jingles and such," he admitted. Seeing as how he'd written songs for others as well as those, and not just for his band, it was the truth. Just not the complete and total truth.