Many days I left the shoot thinking of how I might have done better. The last day was no different; I could have done better.  There was one fine moment, however. It was, on a personal level, my best moment during the whole ordeal.   Last day. 16 pages to shoot. As you know, that’s …
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Adventure: GOLDFISH – My Finest Hour

Many days I left the shoot thinking of how I might have done better. The last day was no different; I could have done better. 

There was one fine moment, however. It was, on a personal level, my best moment during the whole ordeal.

 

Last day. 16 pages to shoot. As you know, that’s powerfully ambitious to pull off. 

 

We had a rented location booked for twelve hours: 9am to 9pm. 

 

Two actors. 

 

Two lavalier microphones.

 

One kicked the bucket, first thing in the morning.

 

“Guys, Michelle’s mic is dead,” announced the Sound Director.

 

After surveying the damage, Derek dispatched his Visa off with Tyler to Vistek for a new lavalier.

 

I looked at the broken mic. The wire was clearly frayed and broken at the connecting point.

 

I protested Derek buying a new mic. 

 

“I need another one eventually anyway, let’s get it now,” he said.

 

We went on hiatus, to wait for Tyler. 

 

I thought we could fix the mic; everyone disagreed. 

 

I was sure we could fix it.

 

Derek shrugged. “If you wanna give it a try…”

 

I made absolute certain first: “I’ll have to cut it,” I warned. Derek was fine with that.

 

Really, I felt like a telegraph operator scrambling in WW2 to get the system up and running again.

 

Our rental host had left us alone for the day, but I did find a pair of scissors in the kitchen, and we had electrical tape with us. 

 

We only had 11 hours remaining, and shooting 16 pages in that timespan is already MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE.

 

Tyler would be at *least* an hour.

 

I spliced for all I was worth.

 

I jimmied up the connection and turned it over to Joshua, our Courageous Sound Director.

 

Joshua tested the mic.

 

It was a no go; where once it had crackled, it was now dead.

 

I gave it another go.

 

(After, Joshua said that he felt sorry for me… we’d given it a shot and it didn’t work! There was nothing to do but wait while Tyler headed to the East End.)

 

Everyone started making up orders for coffee break.

 

I also felt like Matt Hooper tying the homing beacon to the barrel on deck in JAWS.

 

“Try it!,” I called.

 

Joshua slipped on his headphones, frowning. 

 

I talked and talked into the tiny microphone, watching Joshua.

 

His face was stone cold blank as I spoke and spoke into it.

 

It was clearly dead, yet I kept talking until I heard so for sure.

 

“Guys,” Joshua intoned, totally blank and impassive, “It’s working. It’s on.”

 

“Really?” asked Derek.

 

Joshua’s face showed no reaction. “It’s working perfectly. I can’t believe it. I don’t – I can’t believe it. Let’s go to it.”

 

“You’re like Egon!,” cried Derek.

 

But really, I’m most like Ray.