SHAZAM!: The Word of Power #12

There are thousands of confused faces.

Loud music, balloons, entertainers, and journalists litter the stage. Mayor Morris boils beneath the surface with a stern smile guarding his pride. His mustache is trimmed, and the milky remains of his hair have been neatly slicked to appear a consummate professional.

His tight fist jitters and shakes and Lance Corporal Reid leans in, "Sir, they're starting to file out."

A startled panic grabs hold for a moment as he silences the musicians, "Uh, well, I think it's safe to say he's out there saving another life. Thank you all for coming and don't forget to vote!"

He keeps his smile fixed in place as the curtains draw and once he's hidden so too is his face within his hands, "Don't forget to vote… Don't forget to vote?"

"We should head to the dressing room."

"I just told the public to vote after making an outright fool of myself…"

"Sir, we need to go."

"Where is that cocky little $#!& anyway?"