I practice at home, in between phone calls, and have much to do.

I'm bad at returning phone calls.

Everybody knows I return all of my phone calls. I pick up my cell phone myself, much to the chagrin of my staff.

He hadn't suffered the eternity of the ring about to be picked up, didn't know the heart rush of hearing that incomparable voice suddenly linked with his own, the sense it gave of being too close to even see her, of being actually inside her ear.

I'm signed to a U.S. label, and I didn't enjoy the 3 A.M. phone calls. I'm not a great sleeper, so I didn't enjoy being woken up.

I could've returned his phone calls, ... I'm not getting into that, but it was the offseason.