Screen is dark. Slowly the interior of a recording studio is revealed.
The text on the screen reads:
Recording from Alix Summer’s podcast, 20 June 2019
A woman’s voice fades in slowly. ‘You comfortable there, Josie?’
‘Yes. I’m fine.’
‘Great. Well. While I’m setting up, why don’t you just tell me what you had for breakfast this morning?’
‘Oh. Erm …’
‘Just so I can test the sound quality.’
‘Right. OK. Well, I had toast. Two slices of toast. One with jam. One with peanut butter. And a mug of tea. The posh stuff from Marks. In the golden box.’
‘With milk?’
‘Yes. With milk.’
There is a short pause.
The camera pans around the empty recording studio, zooming in on details: the lines going up and down on the monitor, an abandoned pair of headphones, an empty coffee cup.
‘How is it? Is it OK?’
‘Yes. It’s perfect. We’re all set. I’ll count down from three, and then I’ll introduce you. OK?’
‘Yes. OK.’
‘Great. So … three … two … one … Hello, and welcome! My name is Alix Summer and here is something a little different …’
The audio fades and the shot goes back to darkness.
The opening credits start to roll.