Yelling Through

Music videos. I never had any desire to be in one, not even now as I stood on set waiting for someone to tell me what to do.

Summit wanted the video. It was promotional, and parts of it were going to be used in the trailers.

Hell, despite being the inspiration that had got me to this point, I wasn't even excited to possibly catch a glimpse of the band nor gorgeous electro pop musician that I knew were lurking around somewhere.

After waiting around for what felt like forever, the director finally came over. He seemed nice enough, and spoke so much that my lack of communication wasn't an issue what so ever.

The idea for the video had been run past me, and I actually liked it. It would be a summarization of the movie, with shots of the band playing, and a few of me.

My parts were simple. First, I would stand on a bluff and look down over the ocean and the beach. I had to do this multiple times in different outfits, but the idea was simple. I would do a scene at a grave yard, and then in "my room," a set.

The first was the "my room" part. For this all I had to do was pick up my note book and pen, which were legitimately mine. I watched them like a hawk. The pen was replaceable, but the note book was my savior, and losing it would drive me stark raving mad.

I was mostly tuning him out, acting as if I was interested. In reality, I was paying more attention to the loose thread of the nightgown I was wearing. Anytime you got to sit around in pajamas, it was a good day.

"Then we want you to mouth the opening line of the book and we'll put in a voice actress later." Until he said that.

My head shot up. He looked confused.

I shook my head furiously. I wasn't going to pretend to be something I wasn't.

"We figur-"

The glare I'd been giving him only intensified. He got the message and quickly turned to his assistant. "Cancel the vocal recording." He turned back to me. "I'm so sor-"

I held my hand up, and waved him off. I was glad I didn't have to bring out the board. I could've brought a translator and signed, but it seemed unnecessary.

I was led to the set and placed my note book on the desk there. It took way too many takes, but eventually we got it done. Then we were off to the grave yard. I had nothing to do there. It was just a live shot of the band. I had already done my grave yard scene in the actual filming of the movie.

I found myself smiling as I watched. I loved concerts, and this was almost like a private one. Almost, because they only played one song, and they did so repeatedly. I didn't mind. That took up the rest of the day, so we were free to leave. We had to return the next day though, for the bluff shots.