“Why don't you go to Celebrity Spin
first, drag it out, and I can shout you when we get the connection up
and running?” Suggested Nigel.
“That's not a bad idea. But that part
of the set isn't ready.”
“I'll shout the set manager quickly
and get them to move it, very quickly, 60 seconds Tony.”
“Shit, ok.” With that Tony prepared
himself as a panicked set manager suddenly screamed at the three
stage hands to shift the Celebrity Spin wheel and podium onto the
stage.
As the adverts ended and the show came
back on air, they still hadn't managed to get it in place. The base
of wheel was catching on the black carpet.
Tony started. “Welcome back to the
Tony James Show. We're going to go right into Celebrity Spin in a
minute, the trusty stage hands are just dealing with some technical
dif...”
THUD
The wheel had fallen over from the
force of two stage hands pushing, and trapping the other stage hand
underneath it. She let out a cry of pain. The audience took a sharp
intake of breath.
Tony, after a brief moment of surprise,
carried on. “Yes. Definitely a few minor hitches to the current
programme. We...” He stopped as the yelps of the stage hand caught
under the wheel became too distracting to ignore.
From the side of the stage with the
wheel, the voice of the stage hands were just about audible. Jon, the
eldest stage hand snapped. “Bloody Hell Gary, why did you shove it
like that?”
“I think I've broken my leg guys.”
The trapped stage hand, Rosie, remarked.
“I didn't push it hard, it must have
given way.” Gary replied.
“It didn't fall of it's own accord
Gary.” Jon remarked.
“I didn't push it any harder than
normal!” Gary insisted.
“GUYS! I think my leg is broken.”
Rosie said loudly.
“I'm reporting you for this Gary.”
Jon continued.
“Why?! I didn't do anything!” Gary
pleaded.
Rosie, in considerable pain and very
angry, drew a sharp intake of breath and screamed as loudly as she
could. The sound reverberated through every microphone in the studio,
and caused everyone in the studio to stop in silence and stare at
her. “GUYS. I HAVE BROKEN MY FUCKING LEG. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND MOVE
THIS THING.”
Tony had given up trying to ignore the
calamity to his left and walked over to the wheel. “Do you mind
please, you're ruining...” Tony thought quickly to himself. “...Why
on earth did you push it so hard Gary?”
“I didn't push it hard!” Gary
stomped.
“You did. I saw you.” Jon replied
“Yeah Gary, Jon saw you.” Tony
remarked.
“I did not!”
“You did!” Jon insisted.
“See.” Tony added.
“Fuck you Jon.” Gary threw his
hands in the air, paused a moment, and then quickly shaped his hand
to a fist and swung at Jon, catching him squarely on the jaw and
knocking him out completely.
“Jesus Christ!” Tony jumped back in
surprise.
While this was happening, Rosie, still
in pain, had put her hand over her forehead in frustration.
“Can someone call an ambulance
please?” Tony remarked to the side of the stage.
Rosie snapped. “So he gets knocked
out for being a dick and you call an ambulance, meanwhile I've been
sat here with a broken leg and no one gives a shit?”
Gary, shocked by how much force he had
put into his punch, shakily realised they should probably help Rosie
now. “Tony, help me move this.”
Tony grabbed one side of the wheel, and
Gary grabbed the other. They lifted as hard as they could and slowly
lifted it high enough that Rosie could move away. She went to move
very slowly and carefully, as she tried to support her leg with her
hands, the pain caused her to scream.
Just as the wheel was roughly in it's
upright position, Tony let out a cry and dropped to his knees
clutching his back. “My...my back has gone.”
“What do you mean?” Gary asked,
still shaken.
“It's upped and gone to Thailand to
start a new life for itself, what do you bloody think? Arrrrgh..”
Roughly thirty seconds of Tony trying
desperately to turn to camera was ended as the local first aid team
ran onto set to deal with the injuries.
Nigel meanwhile, had taken off his
headphones and gone to the computer storage room to try and fix the
internet issue, and had missed the show since the break. He was
looking around the small dark cupboard with the whirring stacks of
hardware, as Holly the assistant burst in. “Nigel, control room
NOW.”
“Not now Holly.”
“NOW.”
“Fine fine, one minute.”
“NOW.”
“Okay!” With that Nigel went with
Holly to the control room. He walked in and looked at the monitor
screen to see the Celebrity Spin set facing the wrong way, and with a
large crack in the wheel, two stage hands on the floor, one stage
hand shaking and mumbling, and Tony facing away from the camera on
his knees.
“What. The. Fuck?” Nigel enquired.
“Logistical issues.” Holly replied.
“Go to a break!” Nigel yelled at
Holly.
“But we just came back from one.”
“I don't care. Now!”
“Okay Nigel.” Holly leant over the
control machine and started the 'end of part two' graphics. The
unexpected change meant that the LTV broadcast controllers weren't
prepared and ended up showing a test card for 60 seconds while they
set the break up.
“I didn't think they had those any
more?” Holly enquired.