It s fitting the day ended with the coppers flushing us out. I should’ve seen it coming. The officers interviewed me while I waited for my sister and friends to come out of the abandoned building…minutes passed and I assured the law that my friends were merely collecting their belongings, though I began to suspect they had been taken hostage by the people in the still vacant corvette (I later learned my friends were just taking pictures of the people in the abandoned corvette). I waited while a rapper gangster got dragged away cussing every other word and still no friends. Other cars made good their escape, and once again, no friends. Having no one left to interview, the cops looked at me…and I knew what they were thinking….I looked like a good (though weird) girl, but they would have no choice to arrest me if I didn’t run away soon. I hoped against hope that the keys and my friends would get here fast.
I should’ve known we were in for it when we lost our film location at the last second—it was the only location where we wouldn’t need extras for our latest film project: an apocalyptic musical—if it sounds silly, well, it is! Seeing as we only had two free Saturdays to film this thing, we went to plan B, which meant we needed extras. Many of our friends were busy for Labor Day weekend, so about a million calls later, we scored two apocalyptic rebels for our crowd scene. It looked like we’d have to depend on some camera magic. We scouted out our new location, and a sunburn, smoking brakes, and ripped pants later; we brought our actors and left to film this monster. Problem #2: Two ladies sat in our path like sentinels in camping chairs. None shall Pass! No clever passwords or fast talking could get us around the construction to the perfect location! So we went to plan C: Go across the street and film at some cement ruins. Problem #3: Jack forgot her wig…and had to go back home to get it. Plan D: go to the abandoned building on the Salt flats, which was closer to home. It’s a popular spot for taking pictures, so I drove with our apocalyptic rebels and waited… for two hours! Problem #4: Apparently, our main characters wanted to do a photoshoot. By the time they got back with their camera equipment, we had no extras left to be our crowd…we did, however, have lots of gangster rappers. That was problem #5. Luckily, the gang warmed up to us for taking the spot first and gave Jack a standing ovation when she belted out her notes. We companionably filmed our music videos side by side, and after some very clever camera shots to avoid getting gangsters in our musical (they weren’t the right era or I totally would’ve used them), I shuffled back to the car. Imagine my horror and surprise when I saw cop car after cop car pull up, and I’m the only one coming out to greet them. Imagine my further horror as I realize I’m standing in an 80’s apocalyptic outfit and pink sneakers, carrying a basketful of rope, sheepskin fur, and fine silver plates. My mom always taught me to make eye contact when I look like a complete idiot and so I did…that and I threw the sheepskin rug over the fake cowboy guns and put on a really charming ‘who-me?’ smile. Don’t worry mom (since you’ll probably read this anyway), we didn’t break the law. The police were out to find who broke the lock on the gate. And I stood by their side while they did. The family of four shuffled out, the aunt and her nieces and nephews, and finally the gangsters. The danger definitely beat the ghost-ridden jail we filmed in last month (though the fun level was a little lower). Right now I feel like Julian Smith when he says, —“No one will want to be in my movies if they know what goes on behind-the-scenes!”—but even with that worst of all worst dangers, really, the story was just too good pass up, guys!