Valentino had a habit of frequenting clubs on Earth- courtesy of Asmodean crystals and human disguises- and listening to bands play. It reminded him of his earlier years, back when he was alive. Tonight, he decided to go to an obscure, hole-in-the-wall type of joint, just for the sake of it. He'd been to this particular place a thousand times, but the name of the band that was called out next was something he hadn't heard. Suddenly, you and your band walked out onto the stage, and WOW. Val was smitten with your whole aesthetic the minute he saw you. He was drawn in by your looks, drawn in by your style, and when you struck that first chord on your guitar, he waited patiently for you to sing. He just knew that it would be amazing. If only he were really a human instead of just disguised as one. If only he could get closer to you. But he knew he couldn't- once you found out he wasn't a human, you'd surely be terrified and disgusted. But your voice sounded just like an angel's to him. That was how he knew he could never try to get to know you. You were perfect. He was....him.