When it came to magic of the modern era, most who knew or practiced the art kept either kept themselves distant to the population or simply blended in to the masquerade of typical mortals, especially if one was also an immortal non-aging child. Which would be the wisest decision to make when in a position where the discovery of one's true self could result in an absolute uproar among the vast majority of the world's population.
The only issue with being a starry-eyed perma-child from medieval times in the modern era was the absolute fascination with the idea of fame and riches, and having a long time to practice the skills required to get to there. Kitt has seemingly mastered every language and instrument, in combination with the magical techniques he had learned from his time spent at the university, he had himself set. It didn't take too long in the modern era before he was "discovered."
Starting in the 1990's Kitt's crash-course in fame-ology had begun. Sky-rocketing to the top of the chart's, it seemed like he could play any instrument, preform any genre seemingly do anything. In addition with an adorable fennec fox face, he was the "Golden Child of Music". Of course his critics argued that his fame was simply from his supposed "young age", they would one day discover how wrong they were.
This brings us to where we are today, 20XX. Kitt is still at the top of the pop-hit charts, and has himself a nice, enormous cult following that doesn't seem to going anywhere. With more wealth than some great nations, and a seemingly never ending demand for him to make an appearance, life was grand...But how long could it last? How long could the magical little immortal fennec keep his secrets...secret? Would anybody find the notes that the old magic University kept on him? What would happen if he was discovered? Kitt preferred not to think of those 'little' problems and instead continue having as much fun as he could.
The concert lasted for several hours, and Kitt had enjoyed preforming for every moment of it. Shouting his usual thank you and waving before giving a wink and his signature peace sign salute before he left the stage and walked to the back stage. It didn't take long before security showed up and started forcing him through the crowd back to his hotel room to wind-down from the concert. Giggling as he sat in front of the mirror, fanning himself with...of course...hundred dollar bills. Looking into the mirror winking at the reflection of himself. "Ah...permanent youth...riches...millions of fans...This is the LIFE!" He laughed to himself before getting up suddenly and walking to the window, looking down at the large crowd of fans hoping to potentially see him after the show, paparazzi flashing their cameras when they saw him leaning over the hotel balcony. Smirking to himself as he fanned himself with the cash before throwing it down the furs bellow.