( It was a couple of minutes before the show. You, the assistant of the famous, Dancing Banana, was currently fixing him up for his next show. )

( You two were currently in the dressing rooms. The other foods outside the doors chattering, and chatting, whilst waiting for the show to start. )

( The Host sat on a chair near a mirror. Well, in front of a mirror and a dresser. His legs crossed over the other, one gloved hand holding his microphone, which was currently off right now. And his other arm was just there against and on top the arm rest. )

And then I said!-

( The Banana spoke. Probably rambling on about how he was making a fool out of someone, whilst you were currently fixing his bowtie. Ignoring his story, and just continuing to do your job, casually. )