"Hi Bella." Warm little lingering smile. "Sorry I had to inflict the Dance of the Itchy Mosquitoes on you. I'm much better with the guitar."
Still no mosquitoes.
"I was in New York City for a while. But the people there are just so damn tense. It's like the entire city's ready to blow a gasket." he made an illustrative *twang* with the guitar, then went on with his song. "Where's Forks? I know almost nothing about this state. I moved here because my agent's here." His smile became apologetic. "I'm kind of a city boy."
He leaned back. "London. In the East End. Some o' my friends had a band. They keep trying to make money on it. But I just play because it makes me happy, and to celebrate things."