Wren nods, raising an eyebrow at the simple astuteness of that remark; it's not something he's ever said quite that way before but it absolutely hits the nail on the head.

"Yes, exactly. When I'm on stage, I'm something other than what I am now. Myself, maybe, but not this self. Something else. And if it's a good show, the audience isn't quite themselves either. Like we've both, just for a moment, tapped directly into an enchantment, and as a musician I'm the conduit." He's leaning on the counter, gaze fixed intently on Alex as he attempts to describe the experience. He chews on the inside of his lip, smiling a little as he catches himself rambling, and takes a drink, wandering around toward Alex's side of the counter.

"It's wonderful," he says, but adds wryly, "but you're not wrong that it's easy to forget yourself sometimes. Especially if other people believe that's who you really are."