The shooting location was tucked behind a renovated warehouse in the high-tech district, where the sun hit the glass walls just right, turning the surrounding area into a glaring sheet of light. Cars rolled in and out of the front, crew members rushed around holding props bigger than their bodies, and someone was yelling about lighting from across the courtyard. It was a chaotic scene.
Micah adjusted the strap of his bag and stepped inside the main studio. The air smelled like coffee, sweat, and hot cables. He scanned the bustling crowd for the director and spotted her almost immediately.
Evelyn, usually the picture of calm professionalism, the kind of woman who never lost her cool on the set, had turned into a full-blown banshee.
"Left side panel! LEFT! No, don't tilt like that, are you trying to blind the actor? Move it two steps back! TWO STEPS! Why is no one listening to basic instructions today? Did you all forget to bring your brains to work?"
