Day 18 of Nanowrimo (challenge: use “it was the day my heart broke into a thousand pieces and I looked over the shattered remains, stunned….”)<\/p>\n
My mom\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s day on the set was kind of boring. We had been filming the scene on the beach right at the beginning of the film. The character Sam, played by Trenton, is just walking beside the surf. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s an MOS scene (meaning without sound), with only ambiance recorded. To get the timing right, a production assistant read the voice over. Over and over and over again.<\/p>\n
By the end of the day, I think my mom was ready to commit hari-kari. We headed to the restaurant to wait for my dad and Jocelyn.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh dear Lord, is it always so tedious?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d People not in the film business are always surprised at just how much work is involved in making a film. Every time I see one of those \u00e2\u20ac\u0153behind the scene\u00e2\u20ac\u009d videos online or as filler on Bravo, I roll my eyes. They capture everyone laughing and teasing each other and just having a jolly good time as they make their wonderful movie. In reality it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shot after shot of the same scene, with tons of waiting around as the director of photography orders a light moved by a fraction of an inch, as measurements are taken for focus, as film needs to be changed or sound needs to be recorded or there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a boom in the shot or the actor flubbed the line or\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, my work keeps me pretty busy so I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t find it tedious.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
My mom eyed the basket of bread of the table. I know how desperately she wanted it but lately she\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been on a low-carb diet. I picked up a piece and began gnawing on it.<\/p>\n
My mother sighed. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That was rude of me. I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mean to imply your work isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t interesting. I actually find it all rather fascinating.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No offense taken,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I said as took another bite of a delicious Italian roll. <\/p>\n
My mother was practically salivating at it. She and Jocelyn shared the tendency toward roundness if they weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t careful. I had no such problems.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I just think if I heard that guy intoning that line in such a dead pan one more time\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You mean,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I teased, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153\u00e2\u20ac\u2122She was gone. Just like that she was gone. Lying there in that bed, she looked like she was just sleeping, but her hand slipped from mine, never to return.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
My mother joined in with me and we recited together, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153\u00e2\u20ac\u2122It was the day my heart broke into a thousand pieces and I looked over the shattered remains, stunned….\u00e2\u20ac\u2122\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Mom laughed. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Not exactly Oscar-winning writing, is it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You never know. \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcI figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s that from?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153From Oscar-winning Titanic<\/span>, a masterpiece of stunning dialogue, if ever there was one.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Day 18 of Nanowrimo (challenge: use “it was the day my heart broke into a thousand pieces and I looked over the shattered remains, stunned….”) My mom\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s day on the set was kind of boring. We had been filming the scene on the beach right at the beginning of the film. The character Sam, played […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[50],"class_list":["post-353","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-nanowrimo"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/353","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=353"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/353\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=353"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=353"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=353"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}