[Reasons why Karamatsu didn't drink himself silly last night, as much as he really wanted to. Though that might change today, who knows.

He smiles and dips his head since he can't bow while standing up, resting his hand along the frets of his guitar to cause the last sounds of it to muffle and die off so he can speak.]

What did I say, Zombina-chan? I would perform for you all if my guitar made a return...and now here she is. Though I still intend to actually write something proper, as opposed to playing what I already know.