Eventually I set up my computer and start watching the footage. The party looks amazing, much better than I had imagined. It’s magic hour and the light is perfect. The slow motion smoke, the crowd dancing, the lit up “Mexico” sign. Somehow it had all come together. A smile slowly creeps across my face, and I breathe a massive sigh of relief.
I cancel the extras coming back and focus on shooting the rest of the video; we still have a big second shoot day.
On Sunday many of the crew leave to get back to the city. I am forced to do things much more simply and be more flexible, which turns out to be a very good thing.
In the edit room a few days later, it is difficult to turn the part of my brain off that is still busy coming up with ideas for the video. Suddenly it is so clear what I should have done with the extras. Suddenly I am shocked at how cluttered my mind had been on set. I should have shot more of this or less of that.
But eventually even these last regrets and hopes fade into the past and I am left with a music video.