images flash, the light-bulbs blind and the hesitant woman steps out off the car.
remembering her mettle, she shakes out her blonde hair, and pouts pointedly at her fans.
shaky inside, determined to shine, she waves her hand, and starts her slow feminine sashay to the door.
half closed eyes, she pauses occasionally, doing a slow turn around to allow the frenzied crowd a good look.
making her way inside, she is reminded again of the significance of the occasion.
giggling her way through polite conversation, her mind is razor-sharp, précising her actions ahead.
dimmed lights, standing demurely at the back of the stage, she gets her cue, and steps forward. the perfect icon.
she breathes into the microphone, and the president stands to attention.
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