Billy just shook his head a little at the silent question, watching the road with a little smile of what can you do? on his face. He was good with the controls, flipping switches for the blinkers and pushing and pulling levers. He wasn't effortless with it yet, since one or two times he made a small mistake, like hitting the wipers instead of the blinker ("shit"), but otherwise the ride was smooth.
He gave the phone a look of bemusement.
"Got a band. It's called South Portal. My manager is freaking because I'm not putting a face on the band right now--I'm not supposed to be doing any public events. Some of the fans can be rabid about that kind of thing." Billy smiled at the thought of being sorted, however. He wondered (but didn't ask) if they had the food that was supposed to come after the Sorting.