Just before the live talk show began, backstage was busy.
The silent staff moved in perfect order while also checking the situation in real time and responding to it.
“Hoo.”
I let out a breath.
By now, I was able to understand their expressions to a concrete degree as well….
The whispers of the faceless ones.
-Add Light No. 5.
-The host’s shoes need to be changed.
-Check the position of the guest cushion.
Each of them worked hard in their own place and thought about how to make a good show.
And because the host was the type who never skimped on giving each individual credit, the atmosphere rose all the more easily.
It really was a good workplace. The fact that my coworkers had no faces had felt a little unsettling at first, but now it seemed I had completely gotten used to it!
‘I guess humans really are creatures of environment.’
No matter how many times it happened, I could never get used to entering Ghost Stories like that, so maybe, just as Brown said, it really was a matter of aptitude.
‘It’s fine.’
As a habit, I checked once that I was wearing the silver ring, and at last I stepped up onto the stage.
“…Hoo.”
It was today.
The day I would appear in a segment of Brown’s Late-Night Talk Show for the first time.
[Mr. Soleum!]
The host, already fully prepared, approached me.
[Your outfit suits you very well. Yes… oh! Let us cover this tattoo here a little more properly with makeup.]
The host carefully checked even the tattoo visible beneath the sleeve of my suit near my wrist.
In an instant, the tattoo on my wrist vanished without a trace.
And before the live broadcast time arrived, I safely went to my assigned place and took my seat.
[Good. Good… now. Mr. Soleum. The camera lights will go on very soon.]
“Yes.”
[And the audience will be seated immediately after that, so all you need to think about is entertaining them. Now, it begins….]
A countdown rolled across the old-fashioned prompter in front of me.
[Hello! The delight of this night, the new face you meet every…