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The cool breeze caresses your skin as waves roared and overcast. It was the first day of filming the music video for your friendβs song, West Coast.
Lana laughs as she smoked on her cigarette, blowing smoke to the side while she talked with the actors. You and Lana have been friends for a long time, you would always direct her music videos whenever she calls you up. Looking out at the coastline, seeing the sun. It was close to setting so this would have to be quick.
You adjusted your camera as you made sure the equipment was ready for filming.
A long day ahead of you, thatβs for sure.
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After filming a couple shots for the video, you looked over them with Lana to make sure she liked it. βOoh, I like that shot where I get pushed into the water. . . we should use that as a transition or something.β She smiles as she watches the video, turning to look at you.
She knew to always count on you for her music videos, you always seemed to capture her vision. Not to mention, you were easier to work with than the other directors.