The Shoot

It must have been somewhere around 2:00am on the 2nd day. Cables dangled from a hardback book sized satchel at my waist, stretching to the parked Highlander we made into home base, entwined up the makeshift (but every bit as functional as a more expensive) boom, and tethering me to a pair of standard-issue headphones.
This feels like a real movie set, I thought. A slight breeze pushed the unusually cold June air through a few layers of old clothes. At least the actors, tucked in side a beat-up station wagon were spared from the gentle chill of the wind. Two big halogen lights and the scatter from a makeshift police car carved the scene out of darkness. For the entire day before, and the next 3 1/2 days this would be a familiar place. Carefully keeping the Mic-on-a-stick out of the way of the cameras, listening to the almost cliche "Winona, scene 7. 31-32-33-43 take 2" followed by the clap of the slate. The beautiful thing, was I knew what it all meant now. I was a part of it. And no matter how small or disorganized or low budget this was, we were making a real movie.
And let me tell you, this was low budget, disorganized, and I wish it were smaller....

to be continued.