11541/Who Do-Voodoo-Do What - Filming a Video

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Who Do-Voodoo-Do What - Filming a Video
Date of Scene: 24 May 2020
Location: Shaw Studios, Lower East Side
Synopsis: Priss meets Wade Shaw. A brief recording session becomes an all day affair
Cast of Characters: Phantasm (Drago), Voodoo




Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
With the early Sunday morning, there is much less foot traffic involving persons heading to work. But that seems to be a prime time for getting stuff done at Shaw Studios.

While Shaw Studios is more for recording music, every so often a musician will get the 'brilliant' idea of having a music video scene that involves putting a model in 'headphones' and pretend to be some recording studio technician slowly falling in love with the musician on the other side of the glass.

Creative right? Yes. So creative that there's a room temporarily dedicated to these 'brilliant' ideas. Studio Room 4 is often times used less for the actual music and more for those who don't know what they're doing to have buttons to push to make things realistic. That might change later once they finish pricing out new equipment dealers but for the time being, Studio Room 4 is for show only.

Wade stands outside of the studio room, talking with some of the music video film makers to discuss the ground rules. The short haired blonde is fighting back the early Sunday Morning blahs with the coffee in his hand.

Voodoo has posed:
Priss is /that/ model in this video. Oh. Oh joy...Priss signed up for this. Great, she wasn't told, and....she's watching from the opposite wall, swearing profusely under her breath in Creole, something about musicians who have no idea what they are even doing and roping her into this...

Oh, sure, Voodoo's not happy, but she's also got coffee and is sipping on it, looking like she's been awake for a while. Indeed, she didn't sleep well. Or at all.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Seemingly conveying what is and is not allowed in HIS room, Wade steps back, allowing for the filmmakers to make their way back into the session room. A few quiet nods and they start to shift over to their spots behind camera.

The proclaimed director, who looks like he too is tired of this premises glances over towards Priss and then through the glass to the lit up but musician lacking recording area. "Uh. He's sti-" He grumbles, snapping his fingers to the camera man. "Okay, we're going to work on the closeups of Miss Priss first. Time. Money and all."

As the cameras adjust, Wade shakes his head. Biting away any comments that may be building in his head about tempramental musicians as he's here to chaperone his room. Hey, he's allowed those thoughts. He's a musician too. Takes one to know one, right?

Voodoo has posed:
Priss has her eyes closed. Breathing is a key bit of staying alive...and....not killing these musician types. Oh, sure, they 'need her help'. All that when Priss didn't sleep well. At this rate she'll go teeth and fangs and tear them apart. She's digging in heads and....surprise surprise, beer, women. Wait, Nick? The Nick Priss thought was gay and turns out he isn't> Wait, the Nick Priss thought was dating the woman in that photo with the guitar case? Wrong again, Priscila.

She opens one eye and looks to Wade. "You as pissed at them as mee? They want to do Silver Round songs" she says gesturing to the musician, "That guy wants to pull it and skip town without paying" sshe says, a mental nudge to the musician to confess /all/ his plans to Wade.

Priss is bored. Why not do a good deed and help the guys who work here? And put musicians in their place. Priss shakes her head at Wade. "Where'd you find these guys? I got a call at work and they'd 'seen me perform'

Priss sighs and goes to change, coming back in her ripped jeans and half-shirt and boots outfit. "I mean, if they actually did I'd slap them" she continues, resuming her spot on the wall.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Wade does glance up in concern. He hadn't heard of anyone requesting permission to cover any of their music beyond the project Nick's doing with a music class. If it was true there would be several upset people gunning for them. And he'd have to contact his lawyer and sue the ever living shit out of the responsible party if what is being said is true. But...

Wade gives a small smile. "Miss. I just own the building. They're paying for usage of the facilities for their film project but opted out of using our own staff." Wade points out, "Right now I'm the only one here representing the studio to make sure nothing gets broken."

I.E. Don't blame him for the script.

The director looks at the discussion between the two, frowning. "I'd like to point out that the plot is the singer's idea." Oh gosh, even the director doesn't want a part of this. Just please. Let them be done with it.

Over on the other side of the glass, the musician who was still drinking his coffee and ignoring the stuff in the other room, lowers his coffee, glancing to the wall. Turning, he looks towards the glass and starts saying something. But with the intercom turned off, no one can hear what it is.

Voodoo has posed:
Priss grimaces and begins the hunt for the intercom. Partly to yell at the singer. Partly to hear what the singer has to say. "Okay can you turn the intercom on?" she asks, understanding Wade's in full 'cover your ass' mode. Which isn't a shock. Priss has done that before too. Looking over the director, Priss shakes her head. "So you're the poor guy who has to read through what you got sent, oui?" she asks with a sigh. "Can't you send it back and tell them rewrite the script?" she all but pleads. She wants absolutely zero part of this.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Miss Priss," The director starts with a shake of the head, "Many celebrities got their start with music videos of..." Crappy? Questionable? Dated? "various forms of quality. You may find great distaste with the plot but remember. It is JUST a music video, not a competitor for an Academy Award and someone who is casting for something bigger might be scouring these videos for visual talent to fill roles. Plus they're paying you for this."

Wade gives a sigh and opens up the connecting door between session room and recording room, allowing for both parties to hear each other.

"-And that's why I got the tattoo of the arm scar."

Wade and the director look at the musician in the other room questionably.

Voodoo has posed:
"Fucking idiot" Priss mutters in French, with a wave toward the door and musician, then switches back to English. "I know, but I'm just a dancer in a club" she protests. "I'm no celebrity" she says looking to Wade giving him a nod as if silently agreeing with his thought on how dumb the singer is. Priss is half tempted to walk in there, and make the singer wear headphones and have the director sing. "How about this?" she asks.

Priss is just mentally facepalming. f there's any other telepaths in...say, the tri-state area, Priss is the equivalent of an air raid siren facepalming at what she's dealing with. Good job, Priss. She's also broadcasting her frustrations with the singer mentally, too.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The rambling from the musician stops as he's insulted, both by the glares he's noticing and the mental backlash. Expression weakening he gets up and walks up to the door, crossing through the recording booth, past the cameras, and out the door to the main hallway.

Great. A temper-tantrum.

The director sighs, looking over to Priss. "Well, what should have only taken twenty minutes for you is going to take longer now." Goddamn it why won't people behave?!

Wade sighs, glancing to the door that tattoo boy went out of. Picking up a walkie, he switches it on before speaking into it. "Larry, Situation W4."

"...W4? Ah I see him. I'll take him to the break room."