White wrinkled his nose at the Dumas's idea of a better wardrobe, but before he could respond with a snarky comeback Dumas complimented his song. He said it made him feel something. For a musician, there was no higher praise, no better reaction then having someone say it made them feel.<br/><br/>"You're very welcome," He said gladly. "Writing it made me feel something too. I'm glad it had such a reaction." He slumped his shoulders again in weariness. "now I just have to go back out there and keep feeling it."<br/><br/>Cheshire grinned at Dumas's compliment, but was more intrigued by White.<br/><br/>"Well..." Cheshire began nonchalantly, "I MIGHT have a solution..."<br/><br/>"What?" White said, confused as to what Cheshire might mean.<br/><br/>"You see, I happened to make full 3D copies of most of our shows, and with the holographic systems in here..." Cheshire said cooly, "we could put on a fake show and no one would be the wiser." He ended the proposition with his eyes to the wall, hands behind his back, as innocently as he could. White could have kissed him he felt so relived. "You would owe me one though." Cheshire added.<br/><br/>"Well then," White said, stiffening his own posture and looking down his nose, "if you put on one fake show for me, and cover the fact somehow, I'll allow you one free grope, free of resistance." White tried his best at acting dismissive of the offer, as if it was nothing, but Cheshire grinned as wide and as mischievously as he ever had.<br/><br/>"On whatever day I want?" He asked.<br/><br/>"If you insist."<br/><br/>"You have a deal if it can be anywhere as well." Cheshire finished.<br/><br/>"Fine, but only one." White countered. He didn't show it, but internally he was sweating this one out. It might have been an internal plea for help, or a subconscious admitting to himself that he was starting to enjoy Cheshire's attention, but for whatever reason, White simply held out his hand and he and Cheshire shook on it. But before he let go, Cheshire suddenly pulled White in close and whispered in his ear.<br/><br/>"And I'll make sure to make it count," he said as seductively as he could manage before letting White go. "Oh," he added, "and Mari saw your father in and wanted to talk to you before you leave."<br/><br/>White sighed and rubbed his temples.<br/><br/>"I guess I know here secrets, she might as well know mine." he said to himself. "Do you mind hiding me so I can get out of here unnoticed?" he asked Cheshire. The cat complied, and with a wave of his hand, White was suddenly wearing a purple shredded jacket with black genes, his hair now black and his hat seemingly gone.<br/><br/>"It'll follow you a few yards from the front door, but after that there's no projectors, so you might want to stay a little more inconspicuous then you normally are." Cheshire warned before walking away and disappearing in a wisp of smoke that soon formed into a grin.<br/><br/>White couldn't help but smile back. He still found Cheshire to be annoying and immature, but White had to admit that he had a certain kind of charm.<br/><br/>"Well Dumas," White said finally, "I assume I'll see you tomorrow." He waved as he moved through the crowd, completely unnoticed for the first time in a very long time.<br/><br/>Soon he was at Mari's post. He cleared his throat just loud enough for her to hear. She might not recognize him at first not wearing his suit or with different hair, but Mari knew his face and White was pretty sure that she could see through Cheshire's disguise.<br/><br/>"So..." He started awkwardly when she was looking at him. "what did you think of my father?"