Late last week I attended the tapping of the talk show The Real with LB and a dear friend (LB's sister). This was the first tapping I've ever experienced that did not revolve around music (ie, singing or dance-based show). I was excited! More so to see Loni Love in action up-close and even more so about seeing the production side of things (journalism nerd to the fullest!).
After hours of waiting in a parking garage and another hour walking a distance and waiting in line, we finally made it to the stage studio for the taping. Yes! Let's go! After primary instructions from the audience control guy Jay, who obviously enjoys his job to fullest and gives out such happy vibes, the ladies eventually come one set. All of them just as gorgeous as we all have seen on television.
Throughout the tapping I noticed, damn, no crowd interaction what-so-ever. I mean sheesh, I get that this is the third show you all have tapped today, but what about your fans? People drove and some even flew from out of town. No hi's, no hey girl get your life during breaks between sets, no blowing of kisses, just . . . no interaction with the audience. It was them and it was us. No longer separated by a television screen, but distance definitely there. We all, well let me speak for myself, I enjoyed the interaction with audience guy Jay although I know it is his job to hype us up.
The most interaction between those on the show and the audience was definitely when special guest Lala Anthony waved at audience members and waved goodbye and smiled at us all as she departed, with individuals at her side probably prepping her for what was next on her schedule. The only time I can recount the actual hosts even acknowledging the audience was saying goodbye, which I am sure is a generic gesture. I totally understand there isn't enough time to speak to all fans, check hair and makeup in-between takes, and get your mind right on the teleprompter and the next topic of conversation, but a little something would have been nice.
It was an experience that I can now tack off the list. I mean hey, I got to see Lala Anthony, a free gift (on a REAL budget) and to see the inter-workings of television production outside of a classroom (which was the dopest part).
After hours of waiting in a parking garage and another hour walking a distance and waiting in line, we finally made it to the stage studio for the taping. Yes! Let's go! After primary instructions from the audience control guy Jay, who obviously enjoys his job to fullest and gives out such happy vibes, the ladies eventually come one set. All of them just as gorgeous as we all have seen on television.
Throughout the tapping I noticed, damn, no crowd interaction what-so-ever. I mean sheesh, I get that this is the third show you all have tapped today, but what about your fans? People drove and some even flew from out of town. No hi's, no hey girl get your life during breaks between sets, no blowing of kisses, just . . . no interaction with the audience. It was them and it was us. No longer separated by a television screen, but distance definitely there. We all, well let me speak for myself, I enjoyed the interaction with audience guy Jay although I know it is his job to hype us up.
The most interaction between those on the show and the audience was definitely when special guest Lala Anthony waved at audience members and waved goodbye and smiled at us all as she departed, with individuals at her side probably prepping her for what was next on her schedule. The only time I can recount the actual hosts even acknowledging the audience was saying goodbye, which I am sure is a generic gesture. I totally understand there isn't enough time to speak to all fans, check hair and makeup in-between takes, and get your mind right on the teleprompter and the next topic of conversation, but a little something would have been nice.
It was an experience that I can now tack off the list. I mean hey, I got to see Lala Anthony, a free gift (on a REAL budget) and to see the inter-workings of television production outside of a classroom (which was the dopest part).
WRITTEN BY: VIOLA CONSTANCE | @Voila_its_Viola