Kathryn, in flipping through the channels, stumbled across Breaking: Black Culture, one of those pop culture channels. This one focused exclusively on African-American artists, but not even that, seemingly an unending screed of misogynistic and violent lyrics, objectified women and even the successful women seemed to wear such undignifiedly exposed outfits... That was when she'd accidentally hit the activation button, finding herself blinking and standing on a black stage with black curtains behind it, lit by some unseen lighting rig.
Padding on the bare floor and looking around. "Hello?" Kathryn called in her raspy voice, one she'd always been a little insecure of. She didn't even smoke! But no one answered. Spinning around, she saw something unusual that made her start.
The letters were back to front from her perspective, but instinctively she knew that it would make sense to the viewers. But how could there be viewers... Kathryn glancing at the remote in her hand, eyes widening. Surely not... But it was the only logical conclusion. She was in the TV... wait, was she in one of the videos shown on Breaking: Black Culture?
Her eyes flicked up to the lettering again. Some artist, some sing title... The remote bleeped suddenly, alarmingly, and it projected text up so she could read it like a holographic display. 'ERROR: USER BREAKING CHANNEL RULES. ALL ARTISTS MUST BE BLACK. ALL ARTISTS MUST PERFORM.'
Kathryn laughed nervously, sweating and glancing up at the 'camera'. "Well, great, just... pull me out, then?"
The remote was silent for a moment, and she could pretend it was listening, until... 'USER WILL BE COMPELLED TO BE BLACK. USER WILL BE COMPELLED TO PERFORM.'
She nervously laughed again, her heart pounding. "W-wait, what?" She had only a moment to try to process this information until suddenly a techno drum and bass track kicked in and lights began flashing. "Hold on..." The text of the artist titlecard had scrambled, and the letters were shuffling and whirling.