MT
I was just coming up from the basement after taking a cigarette break. My guest coordinator was frantically rushing me over to the studio which I understood as a sign that the guests for that night's show had arrived. Settling down into my makeshift desk, I opened my laptop and sent my script to the printer for the guests to look over then went back out to the pantry to make a cup of coffee. As I returned, the control booth section had been blacked out. My producer thought it would be a good idea to show only a silhouette of the special guest as the topic for the show was rather sensitive and at the time, socially unacceptable. We aired our talkshow in a tiny studio within a satellite office in a busy, cosmopolitan section of the metropolis. There was barely any real estate to move around especially when changing camera angles. Even the barking of my executive producer would be heard on the floor and it was very disconcerting to the host and the crew. So, a corner of the room was...