The living room was transformed into a studio.
Well, sort of.
There were two ring lights (borrowed from Milo), a green screen (a bedsheet painted green), and a tripod made of duct tape and a broom handle.
Alex sat on the sofa. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt. He looked nervous.
"Is it recording?" Alex asked.
Mark was behind the camera (Milo's phone). He was wearing a director's beret.
"Rolling!" Mark shouted. "Action! Be charming! Be witty! Be the Professor!"
Alex cleared his throat.
"Hello," Alex said to the lens. "I am Alex Finch. Welcome to my channel."
"BORING!" Mark yelled. "Cut! That was terrible! You sound like a robot reading a menu!"
"I am introducing myself, Mark."
"You need energy!" Mark insisted. "You need a catchphrase! Like... 'WHAT IS UP, FINCH SQUAD!'"
"I am not saying 'Finch Squad'," Alex said.
"Fine," Mark sighed. "Just try to look less like you are in a hostage video."
Maya was sitting in the corner, typing on her laptop.
