The Balladeer just shrugs. "Sometimes. But someone would always be after me for something before I'd really ever get a chance to enjoy it." Or they'd just steal his instruments when he wasn't looking to sing their creepy love ballads with, not that he's naming names, John Hinckley Jr. Point is, even when he has downtime, he never gets a whole lot of peace.

"But it doesn't matter now." It does, maybe, a tiny bit. Manhattan's going to be a fresh start, though!