On my walk home from school I noticed numerous vans parked outside my local church.
Shrugging it off as a little church-trip for the locals, I carried on with my own business, noticing the flood lights in my park.
How strange, I thought.
I got home and decided to do some homework until….
My sister runs into my room screaming “Sakina there’s a film crew outside! A film crew!”
It was getting dark, but I decided to grab my coat and head outside.
Ater a dull ten minutes of watching with others, a member of the crew announced that shooting
would begin, and we must stand by the crew to be out of shot.
And then began the filming, three police cars swerve down the road and stop abruptly at a house.
The coppers jump out of the vehicle and plan to storm into the house, and then “cut!” yells the directer.
This sequence happens a good 15 times.
To pass the time between shots I befriend members of the crew, and they exchange stories about work, current and previous. One lady spoke of the times she had distracted actors leading them to be shown on Out-take Tv Shows, and another told me how he has experience on famous sets such as Star Wars and Indiana Jones.
They also speak about the woes of working in television, especially at times of recession.
One of the crew members smuggles me the staff agenda, which includes spoilers, phone numbers and health and safety details; but i’m too honest to exploit this.
About an hour later the sequence is shot again, the same actors jump out of their cars, yelling a familiar
“Sally, go round the back!”, when the director yells “Cut! And that’s a wrap!”.
The crew scrambles away, clearing the set, the actors are whisked away in a van.
I watch for a few minutes, when a boy walking his dog sits beside me.
We exchange small talk, but I don’t feel the usual need to ignore him; and talk to him for about ten minutes.
He tells me that hes a small time DJ trying to make it big in the industry. We exchange numbers and I head home.