A Dazzling Time, Part 2

<> I read those first two words, once and then twice, then moved on ahead. This wasn't Irene. <> 

Buzzed again. A photo this time around. And my God, I almost dreaded to see what I'd find. 

It took me a couple of seconds to figure out what the hell I was looking out. It was so red and dim and out of focus, it was hard to make out anything. But I saw it, alright - I saw her. Irene at the center with a mic in her hand, visibly flustered and dying, singing her lungs out while a smudged outline of a tipsy Green and a cheering Red had her boxed into place. 

I think I just found my new lock screen.