Keep walking.

Dago wasn’t really interested in a lot of what was going on in the city, so he kept walking. He walked past all the lights and the masks, for a while. He walked until he came across a poster that caught his eye. It had a picture of someone he recognized, a woman with gold-blonde hair and an arrogant demeanor. Adela, he realized, the Italian woman who was one of the newer students; the same Adela with a prickly personality and never without a kind word about herself. She was apparently some big Italian superstar and after being attacked on tour, broke her seal. She had spent a bit in the Library and went to make her big comeback. The writing was in Italian, which he could mostly understand, being a Spanish speaker. It said something about one night only and private performance.

He decided he’d have a listen at what Adela could do. She was kind of frosty when it came to inter-personal relationships, so this would be a better way to get to know her. He walked up to the bouncer in the venue and hypnotized his way in. He walked around what looked like a jazz bar for a few moments. He could stay and listen to the concert, or he could take a sneak backstage.