Up on the balcony seats, the best in the house, Radcliff and Mr. Alrus sat down comfortable, the seats arranged so that each could talk to each other without being overheard, but were able to hear the show going on below if they so chose. A small box sat on the table with a dial for volume.<br/><br/>"I feel like I should apologize," Mr. Radcliff started, "for having to reschedule this. My aid apparently forgot the meeting and hadn't scheduled it." A waitress came by and poured some fine wine, which Radcliff nonchalantly took up and sipped, appreciating the flavor just enough to be courteous, but not enough to be seen as indecent. He was meticulous in every way he moved, and Cheshire couldn't wait to get a reaction out of him.<br/><br/>Alrus, who was obviously Cheshire in disguise, nodded. "I understand," he said. "A good aid can be hard to come buy sometimes you know. Why, just the other day I nearly missed my own son's birthday party! He turned twenty two you know. Couldn't be more proud of him!" Alrus looked as pleased as punch, and Cheshire from behind the hologram noticed only the slightest twinge in Radcliff's eyes. "Do you have a son yourself?" Cheshire asked through Alrus.<br/><br/>"I do." Radcliff said only a little more stiff then his normal speech, "but that's besides the point, now about the investment opportunity..."<br/><br/>Down on the dance floor, Cheshire pouted a little at Mari's response.<br/><br/>"Oh pooh, you didn't even ask how I made the hologram solid or anything! I spend all this time practicing how to posture and move like an old fat business man too..." he said, but was not-so-secretly teasing her.<br/><br/>At the same time, Cheshire's cat avatar gave the most innocent face it could muster.<br/><br/>"Why, I'm not sure what you mean..." he said coyly. But that only lasted for a moment, until both the avatar in Dumas's office and the hologram by Mari cracked one of Cheshire's signature wicked smiles. They both spoke at the same time.<br/><br/>"You'll just have to sit back and enjoy the show."<br/><br/>______________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/>As the current song neared completion (just a regular track), a purple haze began to form behind the turn tables and at the climactic finish, there was a small blast of light and Cheshire appeared, standing on the turn tables.<br/><br/>"Ladies and Gentlemen!" he boomed, his voice being carried even to the expensive seats. "Tonight your King of the Beat has requested to do a special performance for you!" Cheshire leaped off the turntables dramatically, landing in a low crouch and pointing to the crowd. "That's right, you king has been hiding secrets from you, the secrets of the fondest kind! He is not only a master of the turntables but a piano virtuoso as well!" As Cheshire said so, the haze behind him formed into a lump, and then dissipated into a pure white piano. White walked calmly on stage, an element of his cockiness gone, but his assuredness in himself still present as he sat. Cheshire went on.<br/><br/>"And so, for your entertainment tonight a completely original piece, a fantastic fusion of futuristic and acoustic sound by the one and only, William Radcliff, the WHITE RABBIT!"