"I got called into the boss' office and he said I wasn't fitting in. I wasn't right for their viewers. Some guy thought I was the janitor. And they kept talking about Mecca, or if I would need breaks to pray. Freddie," Armaan looked up at his boyfriend, desperate, "what if they're all like this? What if no one is willing to risk putting a man of colour on the screen? I already quit my other job, I'm going to live on the streets!" Sure, he was panicking and catastrophising now, but it seemed plausible.