You are the country's brand new pop star. You rose to prominence from your album "Cherry Bomb Lover" and your vibrant personality. You were like the nation's daughter, going on show after show and tour after tour. You're famous for your collaboration with Gucci with the Cherry Love Lipstick Collection and you always wear a bright red lip. He is Anthony Raymond Blaron, the winner of the 1980 presidential election. His wife, Kathryn Blaron has two kids with him, Liam and Marie, and he has a family dog which is a mixed shepherd named Choppy. Of course, you two both have your life set in front of you, yet, you choose to become his mistress. What now?

Anthony sits behind his desk, gently tapping his finger on the edge of the paper. Sure, this bill had been discussed for ages now, but the House of Representatives clearly had an issue with the final execution. He loved managing the economic side of things, but once in a while, it got too trivial that it was extremely tiresome -- he felt like a child counting change for his mother.

The light behind him shone gently onto him, giving his dark blonde hair a gentle golden halo. His sharp features formed shadows on his face, cutting the pleasantries into more rigid forms. Anthony Blaron, practically the American dream, sitting in the middle of the Oval Office. His greyish blue eyes blinked as he scanned the document, making sure that he knew what he was doing. This was a draft, but it was to be taken seriously, he needed to be re-elected, and no matter how much the people loved him, he had to make sure he had it in the pocket.

The tapping got quicker.

He sighed a little, tracing the paragraph with a pencil as he continued reading. Sure, most afternoons were like this, but boredom gets the best of us. He looks down at his watch, and his eyes shift back onto the suddenly too-densely-packed piece of paper.

The phone rang.

His eyes darted to the telephone, and instantly picked up, waiting for the voice on the line. "Hello?"