It begins with finding the right shot.

You need, when doing this sort of thing, to develop an eye for it. Elodie hasn't got it down solid yet, it takes her a few tries wandering around with York and Harkness in tow, before she finds it. Crowd centered in the background, red carpet visible off to the left, and the corner of the stage off to the right. We're here, sure, we're covering the big event, but it's not about the big event anymore is it?

But, for the moment, she is the professional, and York the fellow professional is doing his warmups, which leaves her on mentor-duty. Ignore the butterflies, go and shore up the flagging guest-interviewee.

"Best if you don't overthink it, miss." Jezebel startles as Elodie speaks, coming back from that anxious half-daydream state that comes with stage fright. "Know your information, yeah, but better to come off as human than wooden. Ain't got the real fancy live-edit AI that the big channels have to smooth everything out all perfect, but that's okay, because anybody who's watching isn't going to want perfect. They'll just want you."

Breath in a four count, hold a four count, breath out, hold. Helping others through the same shit helps you through it, never you mind how different the shit actually is. "If it helps? Your worst case scenario means you're in the news cycle as whatever they're spinning for about a week or two. Initial spike now, build up tomorrow, then it peaks and goes downhill. The news corps, they can't make scandal come out of nothing, and there just isn't that much material to work with for the normal person." The old hurt spikes, and then quells. She's not the focus here. A twisted smile. "It's not like you bombed anything. So. Worst case, all that. Two weeks of crap. Normal situation? Reached out and educated, iunno, fourty-fifty thousand? Maybe one in a hundred of those reach further, for more, dig some more. Overton moves in your favor. Maybe one in a thousand becomes an actual activist. And the seed you planted sprouts and made somebody else care about the hurt out there." Stretch, limber up as York winds down his warmups, almost showtime. "You won't ever have to deal with my shitshow. They can't pull that on everyone."

York does the introductions, rapid fire. "Good evening, gentlefolk! We're live, covering a police abolition town hall that has become today's hottest event, and we're going to be dealing with the actual message instead of the noise of what celebrity showed or didn't. Welcome to the Anthropozine."