I settle myself behind you, the white fluffy carding weighing down my shoulders and the stylish fabric that’s supposed to be a scarf is wrapped around my neck. Gosh, it itches so bad. I try my hardest not to scratch it, because we’re just about to start recording.

I’m about to host Saturday night live and we’re currently shooting some sketches for the show. It’s actually much harder than I thought it would be. I mean, I have been shooting before; I was in a Chris Nolan film for goodness sake. But this is different. This is supposed to be funny. And I think I somehow put a bit of pressure on me to be funny. I just don’t want to be a failure, you know. But everyone I’ve met on set has been so supportive. You for example.

You’ve acted in quite some numerous movies. You have this amazing comedic timing, and you’re so expressive. It’s so hard not bursting out laughing during shooting, cause you’re so naturally funny. I’m so grateful getting to do this with you..

Today we’re gonna shoot this sketch where you and I are gonna act like a loving couple from Iceland who are at a birth class in USA. We both have close-to-white wigs, and we’re dressed in all white. Thankfully though I was allowed to keep my rings on. They’re like a part of me, and they’re really helpful whenever I get a bit anxious or nervous. We’re gonna act all loving and optimistic, and at the end we’re gonna do this thing where we reenact a position. We’ve rehearsed that just once. And I couldn’t help but laugh. Both because it was so funny, but also because I got a bit.. flustered. I mean, I can’t deny the fact that you’re really pretty. And being so close to you makes me kinda nervous. Didn’t expect that from me huh?

I scoot a bit closer to you by the directors want. I clear my throat and lean into your ear from behind. “Is it okay if I put my hands on your shoulders?” I whisper softly. The last thing I want to do right now is making you uncomfortable…