Two things stood out: Hughes' calm, confident, jovial personality, and his interest in the players picked after him. It wasn't like he stopped caring once he was selected. It wasn't like he only admired himself in the mirror and said, "This is a good-looking jersey, man," though he did do that. He wanted to know what the other teams were doing. He wanted to see where his buddies went.
After an interview to the right of the stage, Hughes stopped and looked up. The New York Rangers drafted forward Kaapo Kakko at No. 2. The Chicago Blackhawks drafted center Kirby Dach at No. 3. Now the Colorado Avalanche were up. Would they take Turcotte at No. 4?
No. They took defenseman Bowen Byram. Hughes went to do another interview. When he was finished, it was time to move on, but he stopped and looked up again. The Los Angeles Kings were up. Would they take Turcotte at No. 5?
Yes.
No, wait.
Yes!
"I'm so fired up that he went to L.A.," Hughes said. "I think that's an unreal spot for him. L.A. livin', that's not terrible."
From there, Hughes went from station to station, up and down elevators and stairs, walking through back hallways with an entourage: Officials leading him, cameramen and reporters trailing him to record his every move.
Hughes kept watch of the draft on television after television, sometimes waiting to go to the next station until he saw a pick. At one point, Kakko came into the same room to sign autographs, and Hughes never took his eyes off the TV. At another, Hughes ducked into a room for photos, then popped his head out to make sure he didn't miss anything.