Yeah... [He nods a little, a sad smile that doesn't really reach his eyes playing on his lips.] He loved it. He played at Carnegie Hall twice. Mom and Dad just...they were all over it, gushing about his talents and everything. I guess the attention might have gone to his head a little. And I got yelled at for taking things apart to see if I could put them back together.

[He glances down sadly, fidgeting a little again.] Growing up, once he started pulling away...it kinda always felt like he chose music over me.

[He snickers a little and shakes his head. It was such old news now it didn't mater, he could laugh at it.] Yeah, yeah. Whatever.