Page 65 of Wicked Dance
Chapter 20
Devon goes over some of the basics of finding the active camera, how to sit and stand at proper angles for good shots, and explains that while they will record sound as they go, most likely I’ll be going into a recording studio in a week or two to say again all the things I say tonight so they get good sound.
“It’s hard to get good clean recordings at some of these places,” he says, peering out the window.
He still hasn’t said where we’re going.
“You look beautiful,” Jessie says.
“You do,” Devon says. “Cecilia and Gigi did good work. Kendra will be pleased.”
“Kendra?” I ask.
“The stylist,” Devon says. “There are going to be a lot of people with you. It won’t feel very private. Just do the best you can to focus on Blitz and not all the activity.”
My stomach is a wreck. Lunch has passed and I didn’t eat anything. I press my hand to my belly.
“I have fruit, nuts, and whole-grain crackers in the bag,” Jessie says, attentive as always.
“Maybe a cracker,” I tell her.
She passes me a couple, plus my water.
I try to eat them, but they taste like sawdust. I work harder to drink a little. Hydration is more critical than food.
The driver of the limo rolls down the glass between the front compartment and the back. “We are approaching,” he says.
Devon rubs his hands together. “The success of this short season really hinges on this date,” he says. “Livia, just let things flow between you and Blitz.”
I pass the water back to Jessie. She looks so young in her blond ponytail and black T-shirt. “I’ve never been on a shoot before,” she says.
“Just watch out for your girl,” Devon says. “Make sure she has what she needs.”
We roll to a stop in front of a gate. There are other limos here, and a few vans.
“Pull on up,” Devon says. “You can’t park on the street here, it’s a right-of-way.”
The driver nods and we turn up a drive.
At first I can’t see where we’re headed, then I realize — it’s a castle!
“What is this place?” I ask.
“The Stimson House,” Devon says. “Beautiful atmospheric house. Lots of movies and shows have been shot here.”
We pull up and stop, but Devon holds his hand out. “We need to get Blitz’s location before you are seen.”
The limo door opens, and a young man with a headset peers in. “Here’s your set,” he says, passing an earpiece and a small electronic box to Devon.
Devon clips the box on his belt and fits the earpiece to his head. “Big D on site. Can you hear me?”
After a moment, he says, “Location of Blitz.”
Then “Move him to the dining room. We’re going to go up.”
He nods, as if the person he’s listening to can see him. Then he looks at me. “Okay, all clear. We’re heading in.”
He leads the way out of the limo. I follow, then Jessie and Gigi.
