over game

- 10 SECONDS! — IS EVERYTHING READY?! — WHERE IS THE FIGURE HERE?! — HAS ANYONE SEEN MY PHONE?! — 9 SECONDS! I look around with a look of pure boredom. It's always like this before we go on the air: a real "slum dance". But it's ok, I'm used to it now. So I just remain in my private peace, acquired by the most perfect barrier to moments like this, otherwise known as headphones. — ANA, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! TAKE THESE HEADPHONES OFF NOW! -Screams the, theoretically speaking, organizer of that mess. I do as ordered. — 4 SECONDS! — I know eating is allowed during the show, but… -as usual, he pauses for a breath- CAN YOU AT LEAST WAIT FOR IT TO START?! - Yells again. As usual, he can't keep his cool. “Okay, okay,” I say, but I put my hand back in the package and bring it to my mouth. — 3 SECONDS! — I SAID STOP! He snatches the chips out of my hand, tossing them somewhere backstage. — But...! — 2 SECONDS! I get kicked into a chair in front of a computer, on set. — 1 SECOND! I look into the cameras and make an effort to look a little sympathetic. Finally, I quietly ask myself the question that has become my biggest dilemma since I arrived here: — What am I doing here? — RECORDING!