Nixon's The One: 1964 Republican Convention; (Round 1-???)
(July 13th-???, 1964)
The Tv Turns on again, though instead of showing Antlantic City it shows the West; Daly City, California.
A Reporter rambles on about about the atmosphere and the surprising contender of Stassen against Incumbent Nixon, then the camera zooms in on the convention floor where it shows a very small, I mean incredibly small, maybe Twenty or so people waving Stassan banners and signs while the rest of the convention is chanting "Nixon's The Only One!, Nixon's The Only One!, Nixon's The Only One!" over and over again as they wait for their man to take stage.
Meanwhile backstage, something's brewing..
The Cow Palace is hotter then you thought, way hotter, but gosh is it better then the chokingly damp cage of Vietnam.
You take a quick breather before needing to go back out and cheer up the rest of the Northeasterners, though it's quickly interrupted by one of Nixon's staffers.
"Vice President Lodge, Nixon wanted me to fetch you, h-"
He chokes on the cigerate smoke from one of the delegates from earlier,
"He's managed to get in contact with Stassen, he's currently on the phone with him."
You look up, a bit surprised,
"Really, well isn't that swell", you say as you take a sip of water,
"The President want's you to keep Rocky out of his way.. Or that's how he worded it at least."
You look at the man,
He looks back.
"Uh.. other then that I believe that's all Sir", the man walks off, leaving you alone.
You sit there, thinking, before eventually you get up to go to your changing room. As you about to enter the room a voice calls out, and you sigh.
"Hello John", you say as you turn to him,
John Lindsay, one of Rocky's boys for the convention walks up to you and tries to shake your hand and after a awkward second or two you eventually shake his.
"So what brings you to me today?", you say jokingly. You know why's he's here.
"Oh-Uh not much Mr Vice President just uh-wanted to ask you about if you've considered the agreeme-"
You interrupt him before he finishes,
"I'm sorry Lindsay but i'm still loyal to President Nixon and I will not abandon him and join Nelson.. Good day", you say as you close the door, as politely as possible, on him.
Lindsay just stood there, he wasn't totally shocked, as he was the Vice President after all... But still, he didn't need to be that rude about it.
Meanwhile...
"-Thank you again Stassen-"
A small chuckle is let out,
"-I'll make sure that you get your appropriate position in my administration once I win this, Goodbye now."
Nixon's smile faded as the call ended, all he did now was stand up and look outside the window, at the streets of his home state.
A knock came at the door.
"Come in", Nixon said, continuing to look outside,
The door creaked open, "Mr President, I-i gave the Vice President his orders.. Do you need me at all or..",
Nixon was silent.
The aid, who now was clearly around his teens, maybe early twenties, was about to close the door, when,
"Have you ever fought for something like this Mr..", Nixon still continued to look at the window.
The aid perked up, "Colm, uh, Steve Colm Sir.. A-and to answer your question Sir I-uh.."
"Haven't?", The President responded with,
"Well, not on this uh-level.. I did run for my Student's Union Vice President position though when I still went there.. Sir.",
The President said nothing,
Neither did Colm.
The silence was short, maybe only a few seconds, but for Colm it felt like ten maybe twenty minutes rather then such an insignificant amount of time.
"I'll tell you what kid, If you ever have to fight a battle like mine, then I'll feel sorry for you..", The President reached beside him and grabbed a flask. He still hadn't turned around.
Colm nodded, mostly to himself, before saying one last thing,
"I hope you managed to deal with Stassen Sir..", The President didn't turn back, but he did answer,
"I did.. Thank you uh-Colm..".
A door opened a bit, before finally closing.
The President was now Alone.
Nixon took a swig of the flask and watched as the black cat he was watching the whole time finally stopped looking at him and walked away, down the street, never to be seen by him again...
"Victory..."
