wuillito²

The stream was calm. Willito was making jokes, the chat was laughing, and everything seemed normal.
But behind the camera… he wasn't.
The lighting failed.
Then the audio cut out.
And finally, the camera moved on its own as if someone had hit it.
Willito stopped talking.
Her smile was gone.
—“What are you doing?” he asked seriously, without his usual joking tone.
The cameraman laughed.
—“Relax, bro, it’s part of the show. It looks funny.”
The chat room erupted in laughter, but not Willito.
He stood up, looking directly at the cameraman.
—“A show? You think this is a show? This is my job, dude, not your toy.”
The cameraman raised his hands.
—“Don’t exaggerate, I was just playing…”
Willito clenched his jaw.
Her voice came out louder, filled with anger.
—“It’s always the same! You never listen, you never respect what we do here, you think it’s all a joke because you’re not the one who looks bad.”
The cameraman tried to get closer.
—“Calm down—”
—“No! Not today. If you’re not going to take this seriously, you’d better not even be here.”
The atmosphere became heavy.
The chat was no longer laughing.