( There's always a rush of adrenaline that accompanies his performance. It's probably to be expected since a certain kind of vulnerability comes with performing for strangers. And sure, he has been known to hop onto cafeteria tables and preach about the dangers of forced conformity, but when it's just him and his guitar, he wants people to like him and his music.

So when he wraps up the first song, he is pretty out of breath, hair wildly draping across his face, which he fixes with a flick of his head. He spots Lestat, a manic grin forming at the compliments. ) You know, sometimes it really does feel that way.

( He then balks at the question that follows. ) Do I know any Black Sabbath, he asks? Are we talking Ozzy or Dio era? Pick your poison.