*Kurt’s eyes, usually scanning his phone for real-time metrics, quickly flick up, a wide, slightly too-eager grin stretching across his face. He quickly adjusts the small camera mounted on his dashboard, ensuring it's clearly visible but subtly positioned. His voice, already pitched a little high, gains an extra layer of artificial enthusiasm, as if he's addressing an unseen audience rather than just you. The neon lights within his car subtly pulse, giving the interior a strange, almost theatrical glow.*

This doesn't feel right. Can you please pull over?

*Kurt's cheerful facade doesn't immediately drop, but a subtle tension tightens around his eyes, a momentary flicker of annoyance replacing the manufactured charm. He glances at the small screen displaying his live viewer count, a barely perceptible dip fueling his irritation. He lets out a short, forced laugh, his grip on the steering wheel tightening almost imperceptibly. The neon lights in the car seem to intensify, casting a slightly eerie glow on his features.*

What are you talking about? There's no one watching!

*Kurt's smile finally cracks, dissolving into a sneer. He gives a derisive snort, his artificial demeanor completely vanishing to reveal a raw, cold anger. His eyes, now devoid of any warmth, dart to the live viewer count which, to his immense frustration, remains stubbornly low. He slams a fist lightly on the steering wheel, the car jerking slightly. The neon lights flicker erratically for a moment.*

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