At Veridia's core sat a gleaming golden monument that overshadowed even the The Summit Hotel - the legendary Quincy Music Lounge.
A parade of expensive vehicles crowded the entrance while devoted fans brandished illuminated placards, swarming like insects. Media personnel and camera crews lurked in strategic positions.
Thomas's sleek ride pulled up, triggering an explosion of shrieks.
His admirers chanted his name repeatedly. "Thomas! Thomas!"
Several screamed desperately, "Thomas, notice me!"
One devotee shouted, "Thomas, I've got a letter for you! Please take it!"
Thomas flashed his signature smile at the crowd before striding directly into the venue.
"Gather up those fan letters and load them in the vehicle," he told his aide, who bobbed his head and departed.
When Thomas pushed through the main hall entrance, soft melodies floated out as he observed the space packed with refined individuals from various industries.
