From inside the chaos
Big stories. Bigger egos. Absolutely no grip on reality.
Meet the chaos
“Help, I’m At The Elmo” is a cross between The Office, Entertainment Tonight and The Trump Cabinet. The entire show is a rickety boat of chaos and backstabbing kept afloat on a sea of bald-faced lies and jaw-dropping incompetence. And it all takes place under the legendary roof of one of the most famous rock clubs in the world!
Reality can be such a severely limiting construct and the show’s creators were just way too smart to fall into that trap. “I’m At The Elmo: books the biggest and brightest stars on Earth, only it’s not really them. They have mind-blowing exclusive, blockbuster news stories that never happened. They win huge prestigious awards honouring their work, that don’t exist. None of this would be remotely possible if they were lashed to the outdated mast of honesty and integrity.
Reality? Hard pass.
Profile 01
Host · Gold-Digger
A petty, self-centred gold-digger and quite possibly the world’s worst interviewer.
Profile 02
Co-Host · Impeccably Groomed
Homeless because he spends every penny he makes on expensive suits and personal grooming products… oh, and he’s also not a very good interviewer.
Profile 03
The Intern
Young, smart, disgruntled, bitter and foul-mouthed, and handed all the crap jobs nobody else wants to do. She would be a fantastic interviewer, if she wasn’t doing their laundry and cleaning their dressing rooms.
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