Together, the three came to the familiar auditorium doors. Meghan opened the doors simultaneously. This meeting was nothing like the one that Iggy had walked into before. The air was buzzing with motion and excitement. All of the seats were taken up and the crowd looked like a moving oil painting of different skin, eye, and hair combinations, swaying on different shaped and sized bodies. And in dead center the lights beamed down on Firmin, who was dressed sharp. His hair was combed back with extra care and his shiny shoes glistened beneath the hot light. While Meghan and Derson slipped far into the back row of seats, Iggy stood in the aisle on the edge of the breathing sea of people, staring straight ahead. Firmin could feel him there, and he knew that he was watching. Only now, he was ready to start.