I looked out toward the audience. There were all types of people. Some young, some old, some middle aged. Some black, some white, some blue, some brown. Some pale, some dark.
On either side of me where my parents. My dad stood to my left and my mom sat in a director's chair to my right. A tall microphone stood inches from each of their mouths. My dad was speaking. His voiced traveled through the metal microphone and into the giant speakers standing in the four corners of the tent. The tent shaded the crowd from the beaming hot sunshine. The members of the audience sat in white fold up chairs, bean bags, or just on the soft green grass.