"Yeah, my mom made me take lessons since I was a kid. I hated it right up until it got me girls in high school." He picked up the cane and hooked a moving box from a corner, pulling it over with more arm than back and then hauling his bad leg up onto it. "Fuck," he swore at it, more because it made him feel better to swear at the pain. Settling back again, he picked up the thread where he left off. "And then, you know, it's pretty handy when you're trying to write something. My buddy just messes around on the guitar, but we can't all do that." More grinning of the self-conscious kind. "At least I never lost my voice. I know this one guy I met in physio and he can't even breathe on his own." Billy shook his head. "Shit, I can't even imagine. That guy had class. Anyway, you're right, even with no stage there's always something." Slurp from the limeade.