After weeks of fundraisers, campaigning, and promoting myself like a whore, Election Day came to Lucky Palms like a plague. I was nervous, but tried not to show it as I greeted my colleagues and supporters at the Election Day Party I was throwing at the local park, the same park I loved to play guitar in.
“Jin! You’ve got this in the can! I can’t wait until you’re the mayor.” One of my biggest supporters, a lady named Kyra, called out to me as she headed towards the buffet table.
“Oh, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I laughed nervously. I couldn’t’ stop sweating and I was starting to wish that I had worn something less conservative. I guessed it wouldn’t have helped, though. It wasn’t even a hot day, I was just ridiculously nervous.