"Me?" Asia asked, theatrically putting palm to chest as he grabbed the broom. "Well there's not much to tell. I was a simple farming child, brought up by cows in the Andes." He smiled and gave out a laugh, "But seriously, my story ain't that interesting. A good mother tries to get her genius son to be a success, but when it comes to real life, the son can't get anywhere. Music's all I got, I'm lucky to be here." He brushes dirt and minute chips of glass as he talks, feeling his shoes step on spilt alcohol. "Even if it is full of drunkards," he said, winking at Kitt.