January 30th, 2020

I walk down the sandy hill, wearing yellow swim shorts and a baggy flower printed button up shirt. I undo the top few buttons and loosely roll the sleeves while I walk towards the director. We’re shooting the “Watermelon Sugar” music video today, and there’s load of crew members around the cameras and prop tables set up in the grassy area where the sand ends.

“Harry, hey!” Bradley, the director, greets me. “We’re waiting on the last few girls to show up, but they should be here any second,” He explains, and I glance over at the girls in assorted bikinis and beachwear all laughing with each other. “Sounds great, and we’re all set up to start?” I ask, adjusting the pearl necklace around my neck and fidgeting with my rings absentmindedly. “Yeah, all set up,” Bradley nods. “Oh, and Pablo wanted me to tell you that your sunglasses are on the prop table next to the watermelon,” he adds. “Oh, thanks,” I nod, patting his shoulder before walking over to get them.