He had many layers, and wasn't particularly well-known to those around him. Not everyone got the kind of insight that Alastor was getting. Few people knew Demyx's dreams, no matter how implausible this one might be.

In a different life, perhaps.

The concert is easy going. Demyx was skilled if nothing else and the crowd seemed receptive to him. The amount of work that went into playing his instrument could not be understated, nor could it be hidden the way he moved his fingers over the strings. He made it look effortless when it was not.

When the set was finished, he took a bow and waved to the crowd. "Thank you!"