The show was now in full swing, with the cameras rolling, and Amara found herself glued to the screen in the production area, sandwiched between Felix and the system's relentless commentary. The reality show concept was already on thin ice, but somehow, miraculously, it was managing to stay afloat for now.
The live chat was buzzing on the side of the screen, viewers tuning in from all over. Amara glanced at the viewer count: 10,000 and rising steadily. Not bad. At least people are watching, even if they're probably hate-watching.
"Look at that," Felix said, raising an eyebrow at the numbers. "People are either really bored or really into this train wreck."
[Or both. You'd be surprised how much people love disaster, especially when it's on a live feed.]
Amara rolled her eyes. Great. My career is now tied to an audience that enjoys slow-motion car crashes.
