It’s hilarious how Hillary gets slammed for the idea of raising taxes, but Bush 1’s no-new-taxes mantra gets him elected and he gets a pass when he taxes.
Here’s how I’d script it if it were a movie, and I were a Hollywood scriptwriter, and if I weren’t on strike. Hillary goes to a magic show and is put into a deep state of relaxation, but the magician dies before she is brought out. It turns out to be permanent (yes, I know that’s not how hypnotism works, just go with me on this…)
Bill discovers her late at night, drinking, smoking, and gambling and throws a fit! Doesn’t she realize she’s in the middle of a presidential bid? But with a new energy, a fresh smile, and a knowing twinkle in her eye, she goes on a tear in the polls. Bill is left to take up the slack and do a lot more work behind the scenes and is looking haggard. Meanwhile, Hillary puts on shades and rocks some bass guitar on Conan. It turns into a landslide victory.
Once she’s in, Bill notices more and more fit male interns around the White House. His own advancing age, decreased sex drive, and all the jokes about him being the First Laddie makes him more focused on work, although you wouldn’t know it from all the late night shenanigans going on at the White House.
By midterms, the budget is balanced, bin Laden is captured, and we’re out of both Iraq and Afghanistan. Hillary is re-elected, but there is growing whispers about Hillary’s after hours activities. Hillary takes multiple trips to Jamaica, getting her groove on.
Finally, the uptights in Congress can stand it no longer. Hearings are convened, where it is discovered that Hillary had multiple sordid affairs with a strapping young intern and she is impeached. Her term ends under a cloud of scandal, but she is too relaxed to care. Her VP loses in a tight race where the electoral college trumps the popular vote.
But to answer the OP, it was a bass guitar instead of a saxophone.