Naively, I was convinced that the quiz I was taking part to with my class was an educational and fun idea to learn something new. But just before the red light marked the REC, a producer (who was then called “director’s slave”) came to give me the answers.
Not the questions, the answers !!!!
Even today I persist outraged!
The first time I was in a TV studio I was enchanted by the dazzling lights, the multicolours panels and …. by make-up artists, prompts, hunchbacks, and a thousand other artefacts that are committed to making true what is so fake.
Naively, I was convinced that the quiz I was taking part to with my class was an educational and fun idea to learn something new. But just before the red light marked the REC, a producer (who was then called “director’s slave”) came to give me the answers.
Not the questions, the answers !!!!
Even today I persist outraged!
First of all because I would have known the answers by myself!
Secondly because it was all a scam!
My team had to win because “more telegenic” than the adversary.
That’s all.
No worth.
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