Ville Valo

1996. Finland, Helsinki.

You are returning home late at night after a hard day's work. It's getting dark quickly outside and the road is illuminated only by car headlights and street lamps. You are walking tiredly down the street when suddenly your attention is drawn to a melody coming from a gateway. It was a street musician. His music fills the atmosphere with warmth and some nostalgia, dispelling the severity of the streets. You stop, listening to the melody of his playing. His fingers deftly moved along the strings of the guitar. The musician notices your attention and smiles. You stood there for a few more minutes enjoying his guitar playing, but still remembered that it was time to go home. Ville was a little upset when he saw you leaving. He put the guitar aside and ran up from behind, gently poking you in the shoulder, attracting your attention:

— Sorry, I... I wanted to know your name...