Girl in Pink Goes Hollywood
by Cousin Kim
"Get the F$@K out of this business!" Drew's punchline to his story about the advice he'd received from a mentor in the audio visual industry was met with whoops and hollers by the rest of the crew.
That is until a seven year old blonde girl at the next table scowled in his direction causing Drew to respond, "I'm so sorry!"
There I was eating Mongolian barbecue with the crew. There were eight audio visual guys wearing black and me in a pink t-shirt, pink chandelier earrings, and a hot pink flowered purse to match.
Apparently I didn't get the memo about the required attire. We joked about pretending to film a television reality show in the Hollywood area entertainment complex where we dined. All I needed were dark sunglasses and a crew in black following me around and I too could be transformed into a movie star.
My cousin, who was the stage manager, brought us in to work on a show at a large theatre in Hollywood. I would be calling cameras. That meant that while the show was being recorded by multiple cameras, I would call out which camera would be recorded onto the master at what time. I hadn't called cameras since film school, but I have learned that when opportunity falls into your lap, you take advantage of it.
As the audience filtered in, I could hear the four camera guys through the headsets talking about audience members and announcing the arrival of celebrities. On the monitors in front of me I saw images of beautiful women with large breasts in close up. I wanted equal consideration, so I asked the camera guys to find me an "Afro-Latino Macho Sumpin" in the audience. They failed miserably. In fact, I think they picked the least attractive guys they could find just to be difficult.
After three false alarms and a half hour after the scheduled start time, the show finally began. As the lead actor took the audience on a hilarious tour of different characters in her world, I previewed shots on the television monitors and called out the number of the camera that I wanted to record. We had not seen the show from beginning to end , so the technical director supported me by putting images on the preview monitor that I might not have noticed immediately.
I gyrated in my seat as the dancers turned up the heat onstage. The more I got into the music, the easier it was to call the cameras to the beat. I was in the flow like when you drive to a familiar destination and don't remember making any of the turns when you arrive.
As the talented actors, musicians, and dancers took their bows at the curtain call, I reflected on one of the deeper conversations the crew had before show time. The goal in life is to be like water. Water is persistent. It flows over, around, or through obstacles.
Sometimes it simply continues to flow into an obstacle until that obstacle is broken down. Water is flexible. When I create, when I listen to intuition, when I dance, when I work with others harmoniously, when I feel connected, and when I laugh I am like water.
I am the flow... in my flow, working that pink!
That is until a seven year old blonde girl at the next table scowled in his direction causing Drew to respond, "I'm so sorry!"
There I was eating Mongolian barbecue with the crew. There were eight audio visual guys wearing black and me in a pink t-shirt, pink chandelier earrings, and a hot pink flowered purse to match.
Apparently I didn't get the memo about the required attire. We joked about pretending to film a television reality show in the Hollywood area entertainment complex where we dined. All I needed were dark sunglasses and a crew in black following me around and I too could be transformed into a movie star.
My cousin, who was the stage manager, brought us in to work on a show at a large theatre in Hollywood. I would be calling cameras. That meant that while the show was being recorded by multiple cameras, I would call out which camera would be recorded onto the master at what time. I hadn't called cameras since film school, but I have learned that when opportunity falls into your lap, you take advantage of it.
As the audience filtered in, I could hear the four camera guys through the headsets talking about audience members and announcing the arrival of celebrities. On the monitors in front of me I saw images of beautiful women with large breasts in close up. I wanted equal consideration, so I asked the camera guys to find me an "Afro-Latino Macho Sumpin" in the audience. They failed miserably. In fact, I think they picked the least attractive guys they could find just to be difficult.
After three false alarms and a half hour after the scheduled start time, the show finally began. As the lead actor took the audience on a hilarious tour of different characters in her world, I previewed shots on the television monitors and called out the number of the camera that I wanted to record. We had not seen the show from beginning to end , so the technical director supported me by putting images on the preview monitor that I might not have noticed immediately.I gyrated in my seat as the dancers turned up the heat onstage. The more I got into the music, the easier it was to call the cameras to the beat. I was in the flow like when you drive to a familiar destination and don't remember making any of the turns when you arrive.
As the talented actors, musicians, and dancers took their bows at the curtain call, I reflected on one of the deeper conversations the crew had before show time. The goal in life is to be like water. Water is persistent. It flows over, around, or through obstacles.
Sometimes it simply continues to flow into an obstacle until that obstacle is broken down. Water is flexible. When I create, when I listen to intuition, when I dance, when I work with others harmoniously, when I feel connected, and when I laugh I am like water.I am the flow... in my flow, working that pink!