The time machine was an impressive device that Vince admired him for being an apparently growing master of. It ignited a forest fire of questions in the famished landscape of his dry curiosity, but while he was a very brutally honest man, he wasn't an idiot. Asking him why this contraption was necessary was at the bottom of his priority list. Priority numero uno being friendly conversation and not Hey, let's get awkward with the history and the stuff about why you have this robo-car.
Oh, Vince. The thoughts you think.
"Oooo a band? What kinda band? I wanna hear." Genuine interest was evident through the pitch of his delighted voice. He liked music. He also liked building his entourage of talented individuals and doing his best to assist in the receiving of their well earned accolades. He was generous as much as he was at times intolerable, aware that he had a manager, but knowing that if his band was good... like really good...
Kelly was suddenly quiet and Vince pulled the phone back to him, saying thoughtfully and with a clue of gratitude. "Thanks Kelly!" he hung up the phone.
"I'm really curious now. C'mon, indulge me. You have any songs in here?"