Ubby Goldberg stood at the center of the studio, her usually warm demeanor replaced by a stern expression. The air was thick with tension as her co-hosts shifted uncomfortably in their seats, aware that something was amiss.

“Alright, everyone, gather ’round,” Ubby’s voice cut through the hushed murmurs of the crew. “I need to address something that happened during our last segment.”

Her co-hosts exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what was coming.

“Jlo was our guest, and she made a simple request. She asked each of us to share a moment of vulnerability, to connect with our audience on a deeper level. It wasn’t a big ask, just a moment of honesty,” Ubby continued, her tone tinged with disappointment.

She paused, scanning the faces of her co-hosts, each one avoiding her gaze.

“Yet, one by one, I watched as nearly all of you brushed off her request. You deflected, you joked, you avoided. You let her down, and you let our viewers down,” Ubby’s voice remained steady, but the weight of her words hung heavy in the air.

“We have a responsibility to our guests and to our audience. We’re not just here to entertain; we’re here to connect, to inspire, to uplift,” Ubby’s eyes flashed with conviction.

Her co-hosts shifted uncomfortably, some offering murmured apologies, others avoiding eye contact altogether.

“I expect better from each of you,” Ubby’s voice softened slightly, a hint of sadness creeping in. “We’re a team, and we need to support each other, especially when our guests reach out to us with vulnerability.”

She paused, allowing her words to sink in.

“Let’s do better next time. Let’s honor the trust our guests place in us, and let’s show up for our audience in the way they deserve,” Ubby concluded, her gaze lingering on each of her co-hosts before she turned and exited the studio, leaving behind a palpable sense of introspection.