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Feel the Bern: Part One

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Today was the day. You were finally going to a Bernie Sanders rally. You have always supported his ideals: gun control, pro-choice, getting rid of student loan debt, and more. You've always loved Bernie, but not just for his ideals, but for him. You loved his wire glasses and the way they would dip as he looked over them whenever he talked. The way he sweat whenever he would speak passionately about different topics. His snow white, barely there hair caressing his scalp. He looked so good in his suits. You couldn't wait to see him.

You closed your laptop after scrolling through Facebook and arguing with people for a while. You didn't care who it was, you always stood up for Bernie whenever you could. He meant everything to you. You set you laptop to the side on the coffee table and went to get dressed. You put on a "Medicare for All" shirt and light blue jeans. You put your hair in a ponytail and put on a Bernie Sanders hat as well. You wanted to make an appearance. You wanted to be noticed. It was already 1:30 and the rally started at 3, so you decided to get going so you could get a good seat close to the stage. Close enough to where you can see every crevasse, every wrinkle, every bulge. You look in the mirror to make sure you look good. You shake your nerves and take a deep breath. Time to go and make a difference. You grab your Bernie Sanders lanyard that carried your keys on them. You open the door and close it, remembering to turn back and lock it. You unlock your Subaru Outback and get in. You drove off to the event center, stomach full of butterflies and your heart beating out of your chest.

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You parked your car close to the entrance so you wouldn't have to walk so far. You were so nervous. You knew it would be an amazing experience that you would never forget, but what would you do after this? All of your life has been leading up to this moment. The moment you meet the person that means the most to you; but after this, what will you do? You shook off those thoughts again and decide to just enjoy the rally and worry about the rest later. You got out of your car and walked towards the entrance. Outside stood a bunch of people with Trump hats and shirts. You rolled your eyes and flipped them off. They started screaming at you, but you just laughed and walked past. Once you entered the event center, there were many people in the stands wearing Bernie everything. There were hundreds of people. You stood, amazed, but realized you still wanted a close seat. You raced down the stairs and up to the front, where rows of people were sitting. You look to your right and gasp. There was a seat right in the front of the podium. You ran to the seat and sat down before anyone else could get to it. You couldn't believe you will see the man you've been obsessed with so close, so personal. You could've burst with excitement any minute. You looked at your watch. It was 2:57. Three more minutes until the rally officially started. You waited patiently, your leg bouncing with anticipation. Time seemed to go by so slow but so fast at the same time. You looked down at your thighs and twiddled your thumbs. The crowd around you started screaming loudly and you widened your eyes and looked up. 

There he was, walking out from around the curtain. His hand was held high, waving to the crowd of people. He was in his usual slouched position with his hair combed gently to one side. He had a black suit on with a purple tie hanging loosely by his collar. He looked so good. He walked slowly to the podium, taking his time to wave to his supporters. Soon enough, he got to the podium and he lowered the microphone a little bit. 

"Thank you! Thank you!" He shouted over the crowd's yelling. You looked at him, mesmerized. He almost bought tears to your eyes. You held the sign you were given up high in the air. He looked throughout the crowd. Suddenly, he looked down and made eye contact with you. Your breath cut and your mouth hung open. He smirked and winked at you and your face grew red. Your eyes rolled back and all you saw was darkness.

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Your eyes slowly opened. You were in a room that looked like a dressing room. On one side of the room were costumes and the other side was a desk with a mirror. The room was slightly dim, but still bright enough to see everything in the room. You didn't remember much and you had no idea where you were. The last thing you remembered was being at the Bernie Sanders rally. You sat up and put your elbows on your knees, using your hands to rub your temples. You had the worst headache and you wanted it to go away.

"I am once again asking if you are okay," you hear a voice speak from the darkness. Your eyes widen as you recognize the voice. You look up and your eyes meet the source of the mysterious voice.

It was Bernie.