I thought Niko was possibly the best singer I'd ever heard. His slightly irksome accent sounded different and less irksome when he sang. He looked straight ahead, unblinkingly, unfazedly, but I doubted he was really looking at the door in front of him, but really into his own world of music and song. I watched the mesmerized faces of his kids as my fingers led the way. I wasn't sure if it was me, him, Jio, Connor, Tricia, or the whole band that got them looking like that. I wondered if this band could actually work. We sounded great. Though, with Niko as a frontman, a couple of toddlers banging on pots and pans could sound spectacular. As the song came to a close, my fingers had begun to ache, but, in the weirdest way, it felt good and comforting, like a long hug from an old friend.