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I felt grossly underdressed.

There were five people sitting at the desk in the front. I was unsure if I was their equal, but there was a sixth seat at the end which I knew would be eventually for me. Dimly in the background I can hear the announcer, "And our final panelist is Pika Chu, who will be joining shortly."

Ah good, so I wasn't suppose to go up there.

"Pika," the shout-whispering voice behind me sounds irritated, "Go sit down."

Crap.

I'm the youngest person at the desks by easily 15 years, and the moderator seemed to have somehow not noticed.

"So what's your comment on the state of the market compared to 10 years ago?"

"Sorry, I'm not old enough to have an appropriately informed opinion on that."

On the upside, they did leave us some pretty nice food to eat at the end.

"You did a pretty good job," Sparks smiled, "held your own with the big-shots."

"Thanks."

"I'd wear shoes next time though."

My panicked face caused him to try to backpedal and reassure me.

"No it's ok, your feet were so filthy I don't know if anybody not in the first two rows noticed..."