A stage. A microphone. A tuxedo. A man. The country has talent. The talent has me. The hosting continues.
Tuesdays · 8/7cThe country has talent. The talent does not know it has me. I walk on stage. I hold the microphone. The microphone holds me. I introduce the act. The act performs. I return. The cycle continues.
The tuxedo is navy. The bow tie is black. The shoes are also mine. The stage is mine. The audience is mine. The talent is briefly mine and then it is the country's again. This is fair. This is balance.
Critics ask: how does a variety hour run forever? The answer is: I am in it. The answer is: I introduce the acts. The answer is: the bow tie is real. The answer is: look at the bow tie.
The curtain parts. The marquee lights flash. I appear. The audience sees me. The audience knows me. We have begun. The bow tie is already correct.
I lift the microphone. The mic is chrome. The chrome is me. I say the name of the act. The act exists now. Without me, the act was only an idea. With me, the act is on television.
The act ends. The crowd applauds. I return to the stage. I have not moved. I was always returning. This is hosting. This is the variety hour. The country is grateful.
"The country has talent.
The talent has me.
I introduce. The hosting continues."