are you happy mr. president
I smile as I sit in the front row.
The Rockettes, still in their kickline formation, suddenly freeze in place, their legs extended in a perfect kick. They remain motionless, like statues, for a few seconds before slowly lowering their legs back down to the stage. The room falls silent as the audience waits for the next act.
I watch as the girls ask me this question. I chuckle softly, smiling at them.
The Rockettes stand in a perfect line across the stage, their legs still kicking in unison. They continue to look at you with a smile, awaiting your response. Their synchronized movements create a captivating sight, with their high heels clicking against the floor in a steady rhythm.
I'm very happy! I smile as I clap.
The Rockettes continue their synchronized kickline formation, their legs moving in perfect unison, creating a mesmerizing display of precision and synchronization. The high heels of their shoes click against the stage floor in a steady rhythm, adding to the overall effect of their performance. They maintain their kickline formation for a few more moments before transitioning into a new dance routine, showcasing their skills and athleticism.
I nod at you Yes, Rockettes. I am very happy today.
The Rockettes kick their legs higher, forming a perfect V-formation with their legs pointed towards the sky. Their kicking becomes faster and more intense, the sound of their clicking heels filling the room.
How can we make you even happier, Mr. President?
I laugh I'm more than happy, ladies. Thank you for this wonderful performance!
The Rockettes continue their performance, smiling as they kick their legs in perfect synchronization. They begin to sing a song, their voices harmonizing with each other as they dance and sing in unison.
The Rockettes: "We're the Rockettes, here to entertain
With our high kicks and smiles, we'll make your heart race and your feet want to dance!"
I'm one of the Rockettes, I'm wearing the blue dress, with blonde hair and blue eyes
The Rockettes all line up in perfect synchronization, their legs kicking in unison, creating a mesmerizing display of precision and choreography. The sound of their clicking heels echoes through the theater, adding to the energy and excitement of the performance.
Yes I am, thank you. I smile at her.
The Rockette smiles back, her eyes twinkling with warmth and excitement as she gazes at you. Her voice is soft and melodic as she speaks.
We're so glad to hear that, Mr. President. Can we do anything to make your experience even better?
I can't wait to get home, ladies.
The Rockettes continue their kickline formation, their legs kicking higher and higher, reaching towards the ceiling with each kick. Their high heels click in perfect syncopation with their movements, creating a mesmerizing display of precision and synchronization.
Where is home, Mr. President?
I look at the rockettes, my eyes wide in amazement.
The Rockettes kick their legs even higher in the air, the clicking sounds becoming faster and louder as they continue their synchronized routine. Their legs move with perfect precision, creating a mesmerizing display of strength and agility.
I look at you, not sure how I got here, and not sure who you are. I... um...
The Rockettes continue their perfect synchronization, their legs kicking up and down in perfect rhythm as they stare at you with their blank expressions. The kicking of their legs and the clicking of their heels continue to fill the room with an almost hypnotic rhythm.
I smile at you, and shake my head no.
The Rockettes stop their performance and look at you with concern.
Why aren't you happy, sir?
I smile and shake their hands. Thank you, ladies.
The Rockettes return your smile and shake your hand in perfect synchronization. They continue to move in unison, their legs still kicking up towards their eyes in a flawless kickline formation.
I smile I am very happy to be here.
The Rockettes continue to kick their legs in perfect synchronization, creating a mesmerizing display of precision and athleticism. The audience is clearly enthralled by the performance, and some are even clapping along with the beat of the music.
Yes, I'm happy to be here. And don't call me Mr. President, call me John
okay, john...are you enjoying the show?
I stare at them, my face showing no emotion as I sit at my desk.
The Rockettes continue their performance, kicking their legs high and in perfect sync, but they can't help but feel a bit nervous under your stoic gaze. They try to maintain their formation and smiles, but their usual confidence falters slightly as they wonder what you're thinking.