Intern Chick

It's Labor Day yet around 10 PM this evening, I was laboring away, getting out my reports for some new projects when I got a message from my boss, Eva. She asked if there was any possibility if when I gave her the tape of the interview we did if I may have mixed it up with a blank one. I knew there was no way I had done that, because I distinctly remembered taking the tape out of the camera, putting it into its case, labeling it, and handing it to her. She said that when she sent the interview out to be cut and edited, the editor said the tape was blank.

That cannot be good.

I thought and thought, trying to put myself back in the studio that day. It wasn't making sense to me how the tape could be blank. I set up the lights, set up the camera, put the tape in, turned the camera on, tested the mic levels...and then I remembered the other intern that was helping out.. Eva had asked him to help us out so that while she was asking the questions and I was keeping order of which question was asked from the stockpile we had and in what order, the other intern could keep an eye on the camera, make sure it was on and recording and that the microphones were picking up the audio. I brought him up to the studio, showed him how to tell that the mics were working, showed him the zoom and unzoom buttons, and the record button. The artist arrived and while everyone got into their places, I set him up with his mic and took my seat on the sidelines to take notes.

The interview went fairly well and the questions Eva picked were really great, much different than what is usually asked of this artist. I was feeling pretty good about it, you know, as good as I could have after that awful week.

It occurred to me though, that the other intern was in charge of the camera and I had a sneaking suspicion there was no way he pressed RECORD on the camera. How do you miss that? It's a big red button, and its your only job. And now, with the release date just one week away, there is no way we can record another interview or pay for someone to do it. So if you are reading this and it is Tuesday afternoon, keep me in your thoughts, because tomorrow is going to be a special kind of nightmare.