He snorts and sputters, then allows the laugh to simply be, knee dropping as he goes to brace upon them.

"Alright, alright, that's fair, I'll give you a little more detail." He holds up his fingers, an inch worth of a gap between them.

"I wasn't famous," He declares, just to get that out of the way. "Not yet. I was doing well, but I wasn't quite there. My music was popular, got a lot of money whenever I played, lot of fans, so it was only a matter of getting the name out there, but I..." He shrugs, and looks down, wistful. "I had other things. I had home. I never really had that growing up, you know? Besides my home town. And so, for all I'm a musician, I kind of wanted other things too." Better things. Wonderful things. And then his eyes close and his mouth presses to a line. "But then one day, I made a choice. I thought... I don't know, I could please other people and still hang on to it all, maybe. I traveled to Europe on tour, left my home... and I got lost." In just about every way. He falls silent, only to shake himself of that.

"But for the record, I am not that old, niño."