What can I say? Nothing! I'm not allowed to. I had to sign a waiver when I landed in Las Vegas. I've already said too much. They're here! Help....
Okay, so obviously none of that is true. Vegas was short lived. It was in and out. We landed 5:30pm local time, got our rental car, went to check out the set, checked in at our hotel, grabbed dinner and then went to bed. 6:30am call time :/ Meh!
I slept like shit. At 5:30am my alarm screamed at me to wake up. I begrudgingly obliged, got dressed and met Zack downstairs. 6:15am we arrived on set. Video was busy setting up and dressing the set. We got our gear ready, then we waited and started shooting some BTS. "Where's the coffee? Only one cup left? Damn it! Zack should have it, he's shooting today. No, the precious-es is mine-ses! Shut up brain! It's too early! There are other cups? Yay!"
The brothers (Jonathan & Drew) arrived around 7:30am for hair and make-up. Filming began at 8am, or thereabouts. Zack would have them for 20 - maybe 30 minutes - afterward to get the key art. And in between each set he might have them anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes (if I had to roughly guess). It seemed like nothing compared to the video, but he has to make it work. He has to get the shot, whether he has two minutes or 30. It's nerve wracking.
Watching him work is awesome. He paces the room, asks me to stand in, adjusts the light, works the angles and then the brothers are there and he has to shoot. I'm on hand, holding lenses, grabbing the camera, holding a flash. Whatever he needs, I have to make it easier for him to get it.
And before you know it. The day is over. 9 hours of hurrying up and waiting. At least we could shoot BTS stuff and keep busy. Grab a coffee, tip toe to get a snack, - shit, did that sugar grain make too much noise landing in the cup? - Cut! Let's start again! Ugh! Not really though :)
So, my first time on a production set was pretty awesome! Everyone is so focused! People scurrying around, moving this, getting that. It was awesome and we were on time, which was rad, because 9 hours of that is intense. Afterward, the brothers invited us to a BBQ at their house, which has a friggen built in water slide. Pretty badass! Unfortunately, I had no bathing suit and wasn't about to get on a red eye flight with a wet ass!
After the shoot wrapped we had some time to kill, so Zack took me to the strip - which you kinda have to see at night, he said, but I still thought it was pretty rad - my eyes darting left and right, snapping photos from the passenger side window in our rented Kia. We stopped at the MGM Grand to get a beer and some bar snacks and gambled away some money. I won $68. Yeah!! I bought Zack a coffee with my winnings! :)
Fatigue was starting to kick in and we went back to the hotel valet parking to get our car, where I saw a BIG man - with the most chins I had ever seen - climb out of a Rolls Royce and I thought he might be a performer on the strip, but it turns out he was just a really big guy there to have fun with his friends.
We then drove down the strip some more into Freemont (I think). By then we'd killed enough time to hit the road to the brothers' house, so off we went. Met a ton of people, friends, family and saw one or two familiar faces from the set. We had some BBQ, awesome homemade ice cream sandwiches and then it was time to leave, to catch our red eye flight home, where Cillian Murphy was an assassin trying to use me to assassinate the Secretary of Homeland security. Fortunately I was not Rachel McAdams and his plan was foiled.
On the flight I tried to sleep (like a fool). It failed miserably! Planes suck for sleeping. The only thing that made the red eye flight worth it was seeing this when we arrived in Atlanta and drove home.
So, in closing: Did I get to experience what Vegas really is? Probably not, but who cares? I still got the opportunity to go and for that I am grateful.
Thank you Zack and thanks for reading