In the darkness of predawn, silence reigned in the home. I wondered about the time. Surely it couldn’t be 6 AM yet. I had just fallen asleep. But headlights shining through the window of the front door proved me wrong.
Still, I didn’t move from the comfy cushion of the futon mattress spread on the floor in the alcove. I snuggled deeper as if I could stop time. It took a doorbell ringing for reality to kick in.
In came the catering crew family with the promise of a delicious breakfast. Since only girls in the crew had slept at the host house, it was a scramble for the two baths and a chance to brush teeth, smear makeup and get dressed. Most of us brushed our hair, too.
The home came alive with a bustle of activity that lasted the next fourteen hours. Months in the making, the big day of actually filming Colors had arrived.
Fast Paced Chaos
There are situations where I thrive on fast paced chaos. It’s one of the times when I don’t stress because everyone else is. The role of Assistant Director lined up with my forte.
Looking back on the pictures, I think, “I don’t remember doing that,” and laugh. What I do remember is sitting on the floor in the hall, eating lunch, and thinking about taking a vote for a union nap.
I constantly listened for, “Camera,” “Speeding,” as my queue to yell, “Quiet on the set!” Okay, I should have added please. Guess that’s why certain smarties at the table kept laughing at me. How immature. I responded by making a face at them.
After a long afternoon, the pace slowed as the extras and support actors left and we finished the last two scenes. We never lacked laughs.
The final scene shot, the announcement came from our director, my mom, Lynda Kay Sawyer.
“That’s a wrap!”
Ah. A relief, but sad too. The end of a great day had come. Well, almost. We still had to take the crew picture…
And eat dinner of course.
I’d never been part of a film production, of any kind, before. But I felt right at home.
Can’t wait for the next adventure.