(Thomas' POV)
I woke up in my room again next to my wife. I sat up and stretched a bit. I grabbed my glasses from my night table and peered at my alarm clock which read 2:30 Am. I sighed and lifted the covers trying not to wake up my sleeping partner. I put on my slippers while still yawning and stretching. I stood up and walked over to my bedroom door which was holding my robe on its handle. I put the robe on without orientation. I was still a little shaky when I opened the door to find a dark quiet hallway. I slowly shut the door behind me trying not to wake anyone who was sleeping. I slowly walked down the stairs remembering to do up my robe in the process. By the time I was at the bottom, I could see the TV that was still on with low volume in the living room. The boys must have been watching it all night. I walked over past the sofa and pressed the power button on the TV. Tara-Jay and Roxan were fast asleep, both on different sofas. I tip-toed past them into the kitchen where the stove light was on. I opened the fridge to see if I could eat to wake myself up. I grabbed a cup of yogurt, Closed the fridge then set it on the counter. It wasn't until then that I read the expiry date on the top and threw it in the trash with a sigh. I rubbed my temples feeling stressed as always. I thought to myself. Was life a joke? Why was I doing all of this. Will anyone ever remember me? I quickly wiped my thoughts and wonders clean from my head and headed up stairs to my office. I walked in and shut the door behind me. My office was really my studio. It was where I forgot all my problems and just played out my emotions in the form of music. I sat in my cushioned chair, Still in my robe. I ran my fingers across my Keyboard, the audio equipment. How did I come this far? I opened my laptop, and I hadn't for a while. I pulled up a browser window and typed in My name, Thomas Bangalter. As usual, so many results popped up. I was famous of course. I shut the laptop with anger. Why was my face everywhere? Even if I didn't try and show my face, millions of people knew who I was. I sat, sad and confused for a moment. A tear ran down my face. I had come so far, why was I confused now? I felt deep
Inside me that my work was over. As if it needed to be carried on to be kept alive. That was it. Alive 2017. Many rumours and fantasies had been created about the live show that I never thought would have existed. It finally struck me, the most absurd yet intelligent idea I've had in years. What if we trained and apprentice, the Daft Punk of the future, someone to fit our shoes so that we may live on and grant the world Alive 2017. I pushed my rolling chair away from my audio equipment. I called Gui and told him everything I thought of.
