"Er, not well," Presley said nervously. "I mean, I play the violin, but I've only been playing for four years, so I'm not nearly as good as you are on the piano. My mum tried to get me to take lessons when I was a kid, but I think I only actually showed up to one or two. Then when..." talking about piano always seemed to bring up her mum, but Pres could not talk about that to total strangers, they wouldn't understand. "When I was seven my dad let me quit." She finished lamely. "I almost regret it now. It's a gorgeous-sounding instrument. What about you? Do you play anything else? or just the piano?"