"Luck, mostly." Which kind of luck is up for debate. "You're in a good place to make connections, I'll tell you that."

Greg chews the inside of his cheek, trying to clear his thoughts. Now that he knows the truth of his abduction, it's become difficult to tell where his memories and where his label-approved, publicity-approved story begins. He's gotten the impression there's a fair amount of overlap, and for once he can nearly feel his usual buzz of confusion straining against the familiarly foreign sensation.

"I uh... I tried going it on my own. One man band, touring the country, big concerts of maybe two or three people in the audience... and then one day..."

He pauses, the memory taking a second to settle comfortably back in place..

"Only one person showed up, and she was from Virgo. For once, someone liked what they heard, and the rest is pretty much history."