"Oh, it's legit. Just give me enough time to call or email him tomorrow and unless something comes up, he should be able." Plus his agent would probably give him a pat on the back, since of all of the band, he'd probably sent the least amount of people his way over the years. He had to chuckle and smile at her dramatics, though. "Oh, I do know, trust me. I just had the luck to be found quite early in life." He'd always known he wanted to do something with music, though. "It's not always an easy life, but I know how it is to want it." And he still did; it was just going to be different now, he knew that.
Connor had long gotten used to people sharing the sorrow. Being in the eye of the public long enough, fans felt like they knew them, and some of them did. They shared their lives with the public, so of course people would mourn. "Thanks," he said quietly, glad for her understanding. He grinned at her next enthusiasm though. He took the napkin and folded it, tucking it in his wallet and putting it in his back pocket carefully again. "Wonderful. I'll look forward to it. It's always fun to sing with a nice female voice."
Connor's smile at Emily was warm as he realized she was back. "I invited Marla to join me and a few of my friends when they come around in a week or two for a jam session. Want to come listen to us?" he asked, remembering she swore she had a bad singing voice. He didn't know if she played an instrument or not.