Chris accepted the glass with a thank you and a smile.
"Where I came from," he began, "for me, it's simple since my life has been fairly uneventful. I was born and raised on planet Las Angeles. My father was a business executive while my mother was a veterinarian."
He gave a snicker and a grin, "So naturally, they weren't happy when I told them I wanted to make a life out of my music. So, to satisfy them, I became a teacher, teaching music to kids.........and anyone else who wanted to learn."
He took a sip of his wine, "My parents still want me to get a real job to this day."
He knew the question of TAZ would come up eventually so he continued, "I met my boss, John Holliday, back home. It was a chat much like we are having now that prompted him to offer me membership to TAZ. He said that if I was happy with music, keep doing it and to hell with those who didn't like it. So I still teach on occasion but with my liaison work out here, I can have my music too."
He leaned forward a bit, his glass in his hand, "now how about you."