A group of confused and angry guests were beginning to form in the lobby. They were looking around for someone to take charge and take charge my father did, with a firmness that didn’t seem like him outside of the public eye.

	“Everyone!” he says loudly, all eyes are on him now, “First off I’d like to welcome you all to the [i]NanaZuika Sugbu[/i].” he bows, “Second of all, I’d like to address any concerns you may have. I have been made aware of the current situation and give you my humble apology that you’re experiencing this inconvenience. Unfortunately at this time we are also experiencing the same technical difficulties so we have no further information of why this may be occurring. Instead we have waived the fee for our lunch services today. I hope we can resolve this situation soon.”

	I don’t know how Dad can be so relaxed in situations like this. I’d be too stressed to do his job, and yet watching him shows me the expectation that I’ll have some day. Would I be able to follow in his footsteps, I wonder? Right now he doesn’t seem like the same Dad I know: the one wearing goofy hats and laughing. This is an entirely different Dad at this moment and I am struck with both awe, and anxiety. I don’t know how to quell that side of me.

	Dad takes one last bow and makes his way to the reception desk. Stepping into the eyesight of the very angry crowd, who feels like none of their concerns have been yet addressed I’m a bit nervous to take control, but I do.

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	[color=bc8dbf]“Please, sit wherever you like,”[/color] I tell the crowd, [color=bc8dbf]“And while it isn’t time for lunch yet, we can discuss the current situation in hopes to ease any of your doubts.”[/color]

	Dad smiles at me proudly from the reception desk. I feel my cheeks go hot for a brief second.

	“Young man,” a businessman raises his hand from the crowded lobby.

	[color=bc8dbf]“Seven, sir,”[/color] I say with a slight bow. 

	“Seven, then,” the man makes a funny face, Dad’s still eyeing me, should I have given my first name then, huh, “My wife and I were on our way to Cebu from here when the storm blew in. We were expecting rain, thunder. Not our phones acting up. Is this some kind of hacker, perhaps?”

	“It’s probably just an electrical storm,” says a disinterested teenager trying to get her phone to work.

	“Do you even know what happens in an electrical storm?” says a disgruntled man holding a baby. 

	An uproar of individuals all begin to bicker among each other. My father is eyeing me and I know I should be controlling the situation, somehow. It'd be nice if we had any actual information we could give them.

	[color=bc8dbf]“Everyone calm down,”[/color] I tell the group, [color=bc8dbf]“We’ll hand out more information as it comes. For right now, please be reassured the staff is working swiftly into figuring out what is going on.”[/color]

	Meanwhile, Chiaki-[i]kun[/i] has been standing off in the distance in the corner of the lobby trying to remain invisible. He’s looking at his phone and biting his lip in thought. He eyes me and beckons me to come over silently.

	Bowing, [color=bc8dbf]“Excuse me ladies and gentlemen.”[/color]

	Heading over, Chiaki-[i]kun[/i] looks over at me.

	[color=bc8dbf]“What’s going on?”[/color] I asked him.

	“Are you a hundred percent sure you didn’t piss off some ancient ghost? Maybe back in Japan, ghosts exist, because you’re not going to believe this...and I'm about to piss my pants in fear!” he exclaims.

	How is this man older than me?

[b]1.30pm UTC+8/Monday; August 1, 2011[/b] - [i]NanaZuika Sugbu[/i] Beach Resort - Seven’s Crash Cove (Guests’ Covered Dining Area)
Mactan Island, Cebu, Philippines

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	“Here in the Philippines we use our hands to eat, traditionally called boodle fight.” my father announces, “[i]Mangaon ta[/i], in Cebuano, that means 'Let’s eat'. And please give a warm welcome to Lando, our guest entertainer for our lunch!”

	Lando bows to my father who exits off the stage and he smiles at the crowd.

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Lando 'Hawkeye' de la Cruz, [i]NanaZuika[/i]’s Resident Entertainer[/center]
	“[i]Maayong hapon[/i] or 'Good afternoon' to our English-speaking guests! You may call me Lando...or 'Hawkeye', if you like... I am glad you all have come to Cebu to enjoy its sights and sounds! Today, I am going to share a bit of that culture, singing traditional songs with my pet hawk Kazu, and my humble guitar. For the adventurous types, you may come up to say hello later on. For now, I will share with you a medley of my favorite Cebuano songs, and then I'll be taking song requests from you all!”