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Fill: It is Time - 1a/?

[anonymous]

"And so now, as we enter the year 2025 and approach the tenth anniversary of the dreadful events in Pyongyang, I say that now, finally, it is time. The world must rid itself of nuclear weapons, not because it is the easy thing to do, but because it is the right thing to do. It will be hard. It will, yes, be frightening. But we must never again allow ourselves to come to the brink of destruction as we did ten years ago."

As the light moved to Camera Three, Nick smoothly turned in his seat and stared earnestly into the lens. “Let this, this gift, be what we pass to the next generation. It is time that we put aside the old ways, the old wars. It is time, finally, to enter a new era.

Until next week, goodnight.”

Nick maintained his expression of grim determination a moment longer, until he saw the thumbs-up from his producer. Then he slumped back in his chair and heaved a sigh. His heart was racing as it did whenever he was let loose on something about which he was genuinely passionate. It took a moment for him to come back to reality, until, for the first time since he’d begun his speech, he felt the heat of the New York studio lights, and sweat prickled at the back of his neck.

He looked up with a start when Karen, the producer, slapped him on the shoulder. She was grinning as she led him off the set, and laughter sparkled in her eyes as she said, "That was an awesome show today."

"Thanks," Nick smiled. "I really think -"

“I mean, unilateral disarmament,” Karen interrupted him. She threw her head back and laughed. “This stuff is comedy gold.”

Nick tried to ignore the tight, constricted feeling across his chest - after ten years in the States, he ought to know to expect this - but his smile dissolved. “Glad you enjoyed it,” he mumbled, his voice flat.

Karen gave a dismissive wave. “Not that it matters what you say; say it in that accent and the audience’s’ll lap it up.” She tossed a grin over her shoulder, and Nick attempted a smile at what he presumed was intended as a compliment.

“Oh!” Karen stopped suddenly, causing Nick to stumble so as to avoid colliding with her. She turned to face him, still grinning. “That reminds me. The UK election is sometime soonish, right?”

“Is it?” Nick murmured, glancing absently over her shoulder at a poster that was peeling from the wall.

Apparently oblivious to his disinterest, Karen ploughed on, “I’m thinking a special of some sort, maybe get a British guest on…oh, that would be adorable.”

Nick gave what he hoped was a nonchalant shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve been out of British politics ten years now; I don’t keep up with it.”

Karen’s omnipresent smile dimmed just a little. “Well, catch up,” she said. “Fast.“

Someone behind Nick caught Karen’s attention; she hurried past him and tossed a wave over her shoulder, then paused for just a moment to add, as an afterthought, “I’ll have British Politics for Dummies sent to your dressing room.”

Nick glared daggers at her back and waited until she was out of sight before he retreated to the sanctuary of his dressing room.