A woman stops me on the street and asks if I can help her and her friend make a video.
“Um… I don’t really want to be in a video.”
“We need you to shoot the video. It’ll just take a minute.”
She hands me her phone and proceeds to explain the scene. Her friend, a scruffy dude in a leather jacket, will play a “homeless guy.” She will dance “for a minute.”
“A whole minute?”
That seems like a lot of screen time without much action, but who am I to question the director?
We’re about to roll, when her costar expresses a problem with casting.
“I think I should be a musician, not a homeless guy.”
They debate homeless guy or musician for a while. She says we should vote. I cast the deciding vote. Musician it is.
We open on a musician. He leans against a vacant storefront. Lots of attitude.
A woman enters the frame.
Woman: Are you homeless?
Musician: No! I am a musician.
Woman: I want to dance!
He takes out a harmonica, plays an upbeat tune.
She dances with the enthusiasm of a postal worker at the end of a long shift.
After 23 seconds, she yells cut.
“We’ve got to rethink the dancing,” she says. “I don’t have enough moves for a whole minute.”
They need a creative meeting. This could take a while and I have to go. But this is LA, so it’s a safe bet that another camera operator will walk by soon.