The other day a friend of mine asked me for a favor. It went something like this:
Friend: Dom I can’t get a real sound guy for my shoot next week, can you do it?
Me: I haven’t run sound in a while, I’m kinda rusty…
Friend: I’m desperate Dom, it will be no stress, really simple. I promise.
I reluctantly agreed. The film project was one of those classic low-budget, “shot in a basement” affairs. On the morning of the shoot, my friend (the director) pulled up fifteen minutes late. There was a load of lights hanging out the back of his beat-up hatchback. He walked in the front door holding a c-stand in one hand and a bag of squished bagels in the other. I eyed the bagels and hoped they weren’t our lunch.
“Ok lets make some movies!” my friend announced smiling ear to ear.
I wondered how a director could be so relaxed. Low budget or no budget I for one was super stressed about my role as sound girl. I didn’t want to let the director down and I hate fucking up. To make matters worse I wasn’t even using my own gear. While the actors hid in a bedroom and rehearsed their lines and the director and camera guy talked shots, I desperately tried to speed read the 200 page sound manual. Soon everyone was ready to go and I still couldn’t even get a decent sound level.
The whole group was now standing around watching me fumble. My palms sweat and my heart raced. My inner monologue went something like this:
“Why did I agreed to do this stinking gig? This sound gear sucks. I suck. I hate film-making. Maybe I should just pack up and move. Thailand was so much less stress. I should be doing Yoga instead…Why can’t I get a fucking sound level!”
Ten torturous minutes later I was up and running. My sound was good. My friend directed up a storm and the actors rocked. Suddenly I noticed something. Through it all my friend, the director, (the one who had the most on the line) had a great time. And because he was having fun the rest of us did too.
I think my friend is onto something. He hasn’t forgotten how to play and I admire his free spirit.
On my next film, my number one goal is to play too.

Nice. (The photo is perfect btw–is it from the same shoot?)