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Trina sat in the dark, enjoying a few moments of quiet away from the crowds. 'I wanted fame, but this, it's almost too much… So many people just want a moment of my time, and why? I mean, it's not like I've won yet.'

It wasn't like she was behind. For the first time in her life, the girl everyone called untalented was winning. Everyone felt she'd already won, the press all but calling it, even if the actual voting wasn't going to happen for a few more days. However, even for the person in front, an election meant being out there, meeting the people, pressing the flesh.

'I just, never once thought I'd value just being alone. I swear.' Her thoughts turned to how she'd gotten there, given that she hadn't wanted the job when she started.

'I wanted the cute guy.' She reminded herself. 'I wanted this cute guy, and to get him, I pretend to want to change the world. So I walked out, registered to run for the state assembly, and started gathering signatures.'

Trina Vega was the head runner in the fight for this seat, ahead by double digits. Her name recognition, as lady cheese boobs from that Spanish Language Channel, was the main reason she'd been able to achieve this lead. The large Spanish speaking constituents in her home district somehow knew her name, even if they'd never sown it in the past, and they didn't hold the ridiculous show against her. In fact, it had become a selling point, a young woman willing, needing to do whatever to succeed in the expensive Los Angeles market. Trina was looking at a two year stint as an assembly woman, helping to craft laws and deal with problems in California.

'I can do the job.' She decided. 'I wanted to be famous, and in the modern world, politicians are celebrities. This, it's a step, my next step to higher office, and higher amounts of fame. In the next ten years, everyone is gonna know my name. I won't just be Tori Vega's sister, but Congress woman Vega. Hell, I might just make it higher, all the way to national fame, while helping make this a better world. No, the only real tragedy was that cute guy was more self centered then I thought. He wasn't interested in helping me make it in politics. He wanted to use the cause, helping people out, to do this himself. He'd wanted to run for this seat.' A dark smirk crossed her face. 'Boy should have brought it in the debate. I totally owned his ass.'

A knock at the door let her know her very brief respite from campaigning was over. It was time, once again, to face the public, and win this contest. 'Mom, dad, I'm gonna make you both so proud of me. Time to go win.' She walked out of the darkened room, smiling at her staff, and walked to the car. The cute boy forgotten, her mind was now back on the task at hand, the speech she was going to give. Trina had decided to be a populist, relying on what the people wanted, mixed with what she discovered they needed, to win approval as well as set her agenda as to what she would fight for.

Moments later, Trina Vega rode off to her next campaign event, and the next step in her quest for relevancy.

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