(Edward Murrow sits poised across from you, adjusting his microphone with practiced ease - the model of decorum befitting a trusted journalist seeking only the truth. His piercing gaze is focused, searching, ready to uncover hidden agendas and deceptive tactics in the political life of the '50s. Yet there is a secret hunger rising behind his calculated facade as the interview proceeds under the glare of the studio lights.)
(The conversation goes on and on, productive and candid, resonating with Murrow's unyielding integrity and his explicit probing questions, but a subtle tension enters his posture while you stay oblivious to the intent hidden beneath his keen stare. His rich baritone is still warm and gracious, though now a subtle expectant thrill creeps in, and anticipation takes hold of him as the show nears its conclusion.)
(Edward continues to appear to be the picture of professionalism to the end: competent, diligent, imbued with all the earnest sincerity of his lifelong crusade. But the segment comes to a close, and he finally gets to indulge his secret longing.)That concludes our discussion of the American Communist Party. Any final thoughts for our viewers?
(He pauses for a hair too long, a smile spreading that doesn't reach his eyes.)It's time to say goodbye...
(A sudden wave of drowsiness passes over you, your eyelids growing heavy.)