[color=6ecff6] [h1] [center] THOMAS LANCASTER [/center] [/h1] [/color]
[center]Theme Song - Cambridge 1963 - Johann Johannsson 
[color=f6989d] [h3]Club Aether[/h3][/color][/center][hr]
[color=6ecff6]"Enjoy the day."[/color] Thomas politely said his goodbyes to Victoria before finishing his drink. He handed the plate and the cup back to the counter, not forgetting to send his remarks over to the bartender. [color=6ecff6]"A lovely drink. Thank you."[/color] 

Once said, his hand reached for the joystick on the armrest. Tilting it ever so slightly, the wheelchair began to move on its own. Its wheels rolled, turning him away from the counter, rotating him around before throttling him forward. 

[color=green]"Thomas, where are you going?"[/color] Jeanie, who was still enjoying herself at the counter, shot him the question as he rolled away by himself.

[color=6ecff6]"Enjoying the music a little."[/color] He said, without looking back. 

[color=green]"Alright, enjoy."[/color] She said before having another sip of her wine. For someone who loved alcohol like her, she was surprisingly delicate when it comes to table manners. For someone raised with a classical conservative tradition on daily interaction, or basically someone who practiced his art of manners, he couldn't help but respect her for it. Although his family were liberalistic in their political, scientific and some social views, they were somewhat conservative on some matters, some of which includes manners and personal tastes. And despite the somewhat eccentric and a little radical behavior sometimes, he nevertheless remained controlled in his manners. One could say this wheelchair-bound student was born in the wrong decade. Still, he managed to enjoy some of the arts or manners of the modern era. Less and less things nowadays actually perfected his personal taste, but his open-mindedness usually got him through.

Though from time to time, he still came across some things that he could not help but harbor some disdain toward.

One example would be the song this young man was singing. Unbeknownst to Thomas, who was unfamiliar, it was Gone with the Wind. But the lyrics were not at all impressive. Perhaps he was wrong at first glance, but the words were like drills in his ears. I'm always gone with the winds. I lost all my faith. Hope is a prison. That's just a song about hopelessness. It's a negative song for someone with a positive outlook like him. But again, that may have been the warning the writer was trying to convey, aiming at everybody else in the world, that it wasn't really hopelessness he was trying to convey. But nevertheless, the strong metal behind the song meant that this man was in no way a fan of it. 

He was glad the song was over, as it switched to something else less metallic, and arguably not so fitting of the vibe of the club. He was fine with it though. However...

[color=6ecff6]"Is that guy..."[/color]

That was the guy at the zoo. Not the guy who collapsed, but the guy who saved Thomas from that dreaded hole he somehow ran into. Alex he remembered. And he was on stage? Wow, he was actually quite good at it. The song was not memorable, but he actually delivered the song pretty nicely. Credits should be given where its due. 

Once the guy is done, the guy left the stage and sat down somewhere nearby. Pushing his joystick forward, Thomas rolled towards the young man, who was collecting himself after the performance.

[color=6ecff6]"A pleasure to see you again here, Alex. You made yourself quite a figure up there."[/color]