"Everyone should be allowed to do this in public." Ziggy corrects gently. That was part of the reason he acted the way he did, for the good of everyone, but mostly because that was who he was, always had been.

"We like similar colors." Ziggy says with a little excitement. "I like crimson and bright turquoise." If anyone made fun of the drummer in front of Ziggy there would be hell to pay. "Maybe we can find some pastel colored boots?"