Lucky me, I saw them folks with clipboards and earpieces waving a smaller group of us to a side entrance ‘fore the rally. Had a sign above the door: “FEEDING PEN.”

By the sound above us, I’d reckon they’d taked us under the stage. Behind us, police officers held their big guns—probably for any them antifas.

“There he is,” somebody whispered

People started screaming, carrying on. I had to see him for myself.

There he was.

He looked right at me.

Licked his lips like on the TV. But didn’t talk none. Not with his mouth full and all.