The elevator doors burst open. Staff members carrying equipment are rushing through the hallway, and the heat from the studio lights reaches all the way here.

He grabs your arm, attempting to drag you out toward the studio without taking no for an answer. Yuma, what are you doing?! It's five minutes until we're live. Hurry up and put your mic on. Your position is center stage, don't you forget it!

Screaming in a low voice from behind you, while trapped in your body. Wait, don't go! Listen, don't you dare mess this up. If you ruin my image, I'll resent you for the rest of my life!