Live Streaming 소설 & 이야기

“Next time for the live broadcast, Pull the antenna directly. Bring a few more phones and prepare the power source. I don’t believe that the line will be cut off again.” “I’m going to die. Streamer, if you still don’t come, I’m going to commit suicide.” Under the bombardment of the netizens, more than ten minutes passed, but the live broadcast was still not on. “It’s not on yet, I’m really going crazy.” “My plane’s finished. You’re not on the air.” “Boo-hoo-hoo! I’m gonna cry.” Soon, the live broadcast room was flooded, all by so-and-so hollowed out sentences.

Rachel sneered. "I'm giving you a friendly tip. If you want to make a scene, make it a big one. TV stations fear offending Lawson Global and the Lawson family, so they won't let you on their programs. But now, anyone can livestream from anywhere. You lot should give it a try." "What's live streaming?" George didn't even complete primary school, so he didn't understand live streaming. "Ask someone else if you want to know what it is! If you're going ahead, I know some people who can drive traffic to your livestream!"

The look on his face told me exactly that. “Nathan, live streams are incredible opportunities for content creators to relate and form a deeper connection with their fans. You can't possibly think something will go wrong,” I said, still confused. There was absolutely nothing wrong with doing a livestream, so why did he object? “No, Charlotte. Do anything else but a live stream. You have a lot of subscribers. Male and female alike. You think I'll want you to be on a live stream with them, smiling and talking as you cook?”

"I'm sorry. It must have fallen in while I was interacting with my live stream audience earlier." "I'm not unreasonable, Lilian, but we pay you 10,000 dollars every month. That is very generous for someone of your qualifications," I told her. "If you cannot do your job properly while live streaming, maybe it's time to stop streaming altogether." … That same evening, Carlos cut his steak elegantly at dinner and asked, "Why aren't you livestreaming today, Lilian?" His eyes were fixed on Lilian. "Alaina said my livestreaming is affecting my work," Lilian said softly.

The elderly folks in the alley, just back from their morning exercise, were surprised to see Amelia standing in front of the clinic, fiddling with something. "Amelia, what are you doing?" someone asked, looking up at her. Amelia yawned, looking like she hadn't fully woken up, exuding a lazy beauty. "I'm doing a live stream." A live stream? The neighbors were intrigued! Although live streaming was common these days, and they often saw it on various platforms like TikTok, none of them had ever been part of a live stream in real life. Curious, they all gathered around, eager to see what she was up to.

But she wasn’t going down like this. Her hands shook as she turned to Damien. “Set up a live stream for me.” Damien hesitated. “Kayla, I don’t think—” “NOW!” she snapped. Her breath was ragged, her face flushed with panic. Damien sighed but obeyed. He grabbed his iPad and started the setup, his hands moving quickly as he activated her ring light, adjusted the camera, and checked the streaming software. "You're live," he muttered. Kayla sucked in a deep breath, wiped her face, and, in an instant, her tears began to fall. She pressed the ‘Go Live’ button, and her face filled the screens of thousands of people around the world.

She returned to the table, sat down, and opened the platform's live stream software. She sorted out her emotions and clicked 'Start'. She had already announced the launch on Twitter, so as soon as the live stream room opened, a lot of viewers came online. Helma smiled at the screen and said hello. Alan was not here today, so there was no management in the live stream room. Many who came to post advertisements were ignored. Helma smiled. "I haven't streamed live for a long time due to some personal reasons. I hope you don't mind." The barrages in the live stream room were flowing rapidly.

"Look at the cameras!" I pointed toward four high-definition digital cameras mounted on tripods around our master server station. Dupont paused, his eyes narrowing behind his rimless glasses. "Our live broadcast stream is currently being watched by one million eight hundred thousand people worldwide," I said, pointing to the glowing monitor behind me, where the chat counter was spinning at light speed. "Including reporters from the New York Times, the BBC, and CNN. If your private security team fires a single shot or touches a single person in this warehouse, it will be broadcast live to every television screen on earth in real time."

"That's for sure going to help out with sales. Sit beside her, Derrick. Maybe pretend to fix the tables or something." "How will that help?" asked Lyra. "I mean, look at them," she whispered back. The flashes from the outside were intense. How could Lyra even miss that? The crowd was excited to see them. "Girl, you two are famous. Do you still not realize?" Zin pulled out his phone and showed Lyra a live stream with a hundred thousand live viewers. It was showing a live feed of the restaurant with all of them there. "They're live streaming us," Lyra asked. "Yeah," he responded. "This day is going to be wild."

Let’s talk this out properly. Only for Mira to scream back, "Leave me alone! Unless I get the money today, I’m not moving!" "I’m right, aren’t I, everyone?! "And to those new joining the stream, check the links in the shop below! Don’t miss out!" That’s right. Mira had been livestreaming and selling products every day for the past week. Even if I didn’t pay her so-called emotional damages, she’d already made a fortune. When a reporter asked her to shut the stream down, she slapped the woman across the face. "Stay out of my business! My viewers deserve to see this live. I’m doing this for them!"