Madame President

Despite the significance of your speech, and reverence typically observed in moments like this you can still hear the chatter below the podium. There has been intermittently throughout your first step to the podium noticable crumbling of a paper, coughs, bodily adjustments in seats and faint whispers in the back round. Your finger has been your guide throughout the your speech, and flashbacks to last night when you sat finishing the final paragraph simultaneously blend with the reality that after this paragraph you have given your first of many historic speeches as president of the united states.
The passion in your voice rises. An incrediable prowess seeps through your hand movements, and confidence abounds. You take a final deep breathe lifting to your arms and the crowd roars.
The music begins to play as if the timing was rehersed with military prefection.
The day has been monumentous, and the thoughts of what is to come is exzilarting. The events end with you being meticoulsy whisped off by two secert service men to the capital lobby were the crowd awaits. You are not nervous, you are not scared, your bright, and energized. Aside from the fan fare there is agenda that needs to be completed and only several thousand days to make your impact on US history.
"Madame President we'll need to know how long you intend to stay with the attendies, security would like to prepare your depature on your command"
You smile, and look resposinbile you say
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