Roger smiled. He did know, and more than that, it was the only time he felt he knew anything. People could talk about the future, the past, truth, and consequences and none of it made any sense to Roger, but when he sat down with his guitar, he was suddenly an expert or a saint or a god. When he was behind his guitar, Roger could be anyone he wanted to be.

By the time he'd straightened, he got some of his bearings, swallowing hard before he spoke. "So, uh, where's Lex tonight?"