Trumps POV
Usually, I'd have my stylist finish my hair in around 5 minutes. It gets swept forwards then hair sprayed back, and they use some sort of bottled powder to hide the look of greasiness. I think they said it was 'dry shampoo'.
But today is not like any other, as I have been sitting in this chair for around half an hour, scrolling through TikTok. Is it the best thing to be doing right before the presidential debate? No. But after I pledged to 'save Tiktok', I've pretty much won over the entire Generation Z.
And the millenials were not hard to win over either. Generation X are a little harder to come by yet its nothing I cant fix. And for the silent generation, well they all want a great man in power and who better to lead than myself. So, although I've won over most hearts of the United States of America, I still feel a hole in my stomach. A hole that I can't pretend isnt there. A hole only Joe Bi-
"Mr Trump" My chief stylist, Alison says, leaning over the back of the chair and hovering over my face "are you alright."
I laugh it off "I'm fine, sweetheart."
She laughs too, although I can tell it isnt real "Alright, Mr Trump. The debate starts in 10 minutes. Look in the mirror and tell me everythings all right."
I look up at my reflection and the 20 others behind the chair. Stylists, security, camera crew, makeup artists, therapists. All here for me. "I don't know. What do ya'll think."
And almost in an instant, everyone starts gushing over me, saying things like 'oh you look like the future president', or 'honey you dont look a day over 20'. I get drowned in showers of compliments but none of them matter to me. Not if its not from him.
Speaking on front of people is rarely an issue for me, yet I still feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach. There's no audiance today either, which feels even more unsettling. I yank down my red tie and pull it further up my neck, making it perfectly straight.
"5 minutes before showtime Mr Trump!" A producer yells through the door. An eerie silence fills the room, then I hear the mans voice yell the exact same thing down the hall, except it was Mr Biden. Well, his name will be Mr Trump soon.
